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Roaring RFA
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Ongoing, First published Dec 10, 2018
The year was 1923, and the Roaring 20's were underway. Four years since the prohibition of alcohol has made it easier than ever to get, if you know the right place that is. Parties brought the great city of New York to life nightly, the blare of trumpets and snares of drums erupting into the cool air and coating the streets in chaotic bliss.
We all know the RFA, but what if under a lovely and charitable meeting room was a roaring speakeasy? An era of danger and romance, growing out of the old normals of society.
Rika and V decide to form a place for those to let go, funded by the rich Jumin Han and built up by the orphaned Choi twins, where will this style of life take the RFA?
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