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9:35 PM, Mississippi river, St. Louis County, Missouri, April 5hh, 1927.

A larged sized 2 deck River boat chugged through the Mississippi waters, with the cool River breeze swirling through air. Standing on the top deck, was a black feline with a white spot on her face…her Name was Rose Heller. She wore a long greenish-Blue skirt, a pair of black closed toe heels, a Greenish-blue bucket hat, and a light brown suitcase sitting near her right foot, which she tapped at a consistent right against the floorboards. Looking down at the dark river water, she saw a reflection of herself…her green eyes looking right back at her…the last 10 years of memories coming back in a flash…her eldest brother who she loved very dearly, named Mordecai. Vanishing one day, mother having a mental break down soon after, Esther running herself ragged in school and work, random money starting to appear in the mail from a mysterious address, going through school and learning barberstry, her older sister being overly protective and forbidding any relationships, practicing Barberstry within the city of New York for 4 years, than 3 months ago she decided she wanted to start anew, start fresh. Of course her sister and Mother were worried, even against it! But finally, after much bickering and arguing. She was allowed to leave. deciding upon the city of….St. Louis, Missouri. She had seen postcards and pictures of the city, and found it charming and pretty looking…taking a deep breath she inhaled the fresh water scent through her nose, a different smell compared to the salty and fishy smell she was used to in Manhattan. She was the only one out on deck, everyone else either in their staterooms and cabins, or having dinner in the gallery…

But she would rather stand on deck by herself, even as a mostly social person, she liked to have some space for herself. as the boat traveled its way into city limits. Rose looked in awe at the little sparkles of light from each building that made up the St. Louis skyline, the people of St. Louis walking along sidewalks and near the shore…this was new and inside she was excited! To explore this new town and meet its people!. But as the boat continued down stream. She saw something strange, atop one of the bridges, stood a Feline. She could see it was male, and he wore a blue Fedora with orange feather tucked in the strap, a white shirt and blue pants with overalls. And he was climbing atop the railing. “Oh no, not again. i can't look…” she had unfortunately witnessed a similar situation while on her way home in New York a couple years ago. when a heart broken man discovered an affair between his wife and best friend. He went to the Manhattan bridge and threw himself to his demise, from what she understood. They never found his body…so as she looked away and covered her eyes preparing for the worst, she was presently surprised when; instead of screams of horror and splashing of water, she instead heard ... .singing? Instead.

“-And what August Vitality In Your Wide Aorta Stream You Must Have Had To Oversee Alchemic Change Of Timber Beams To Iron, Brick And Engine Steam! Your Umber Whiskey Waters Lance The Prideful, Sober Sovereignty Of Faulty-Haloed Temperance And Wilt Herself-Sure Countenance: Yes Righteousness Is Vanity, But Your Sport’s For Imps, Not Elderly…

So If There's a Name Of Migrant Mass Of Veteran Frivolity That Snakes Through Seas of Prairie Grass And Groves Of Summer Sassafras…A Name That Flows as Roguishly As Wild Waters, Fast and Free. It’s Your real Name…Mississippi.”

as he finished up his poetic song, a police officer approached, and was far more Ungracious in regards to his poetry, and disturbing the peace. But Rose felt a….strange feeling, as the steamship passed under the bridge. The way he spoke his mind , his carefree and outgoing attitude, the way he shouted his thoughts to the world without a thought of what the world might think or respond…it was inspiring? She couldn't quite name it at the moment, but it was nice to see people expressing and enjoying life the way they wanted too, out in this harsh and unforgiving world…

9:45 PM, St. Louis City Limits:

After docking, her and the rest of the passengers were allowed to disembark. It was dark and she had to find a place to stay, luckily she had thought ahead. And had pre rented an apartment, until she could find work that is. With the address written on her hand, she walked down the dimly lit street, periodically checking her hand….

After about 10 minutes and directions from a firefighter, she reached her destination. Approaching the door she knocked firmly 3 times…waiting patiently for a couple of minutes. she received no response, she knocked again. And still, no response. “Hello? Anyone home?” she asked, now knocking on the window…still nothing. Tilting her head she looked down the alley, she saw a few back doors, a locked caller, and a 3 story building with fire escape. But as soon as she had taken her eyes off the door, the sounds of footsteps approached. Accompanied by the unlocking of the door. “-Yeah! Me and Noland would love to ‘research geometry’ with you Eleanor!...” an Orange and white cat appeared at the door, his head turned to someone else he was talking to. “Sorry Fellas, i was kinda busy- waitttt…you're not the regular guys” he said slightly confused, Rose chuckled. Slightly embarrassed. “Sorry, you must have mistaken me for someone else…but Rose, the one with the rented room? I paid for it already, I was hoping to get myself some rest before looking for a job in the morning…" The cat seemed to rub his chin before a light bulb went off. “Ooooh! You're from New York right? Mrs. Tidwell was telling me all about it, yeah it’s down that alley over there. A spare key should be under one of those boxes near the door, Should be the first door on the right!, oh- names Joey by the way!” he waved at her, as she slowly stepped around the corner. “Nice meeting you Joey! Thanks for the help!” she waved back. Before she walked down the alley…quickly finding the door, which had 4 wooden boards on it. She looked down and saw 2 boxes near the steps. Removing said boxes, she found a single. Golden door key. Picking it up, she inserted it into the door, she managed to open the door after giving it a moderate shove, walking inside she locked and closed the door behind her. Making her way down the small hallway, it reminded her of her days back in New York. inside those cramped apartments. And this one was no different. with the bed room, Living room, and Kitchen basically being the same room. But it wasn't awful, surely better than some other places she had been in…approaching the bed. Which had a small desk and chair next to it, with a couple books on top of it including a lamp, she placed her suitcase down next to the bed. And took off her hat and shoes…deciding she would wash up in the morning, she climbed into the bed…but not before removing a photo album from her bag. And placing it onto the desk. The photo album contained her Mother, Sister, and Herself. At various stages of life…but it also contained another person, which she had no idea was still alive, buried in some shallow grave in the woods, or having a ball in Cuba…her Brother. Mordecai. The latest photo of him being a picture taken the day before he had gone missing. He wore a sweater, with a scarf wrapped around his neck, and he held some papers in his hand with the same leather bag she now had, in his left hand. She sighed, her mood becoming more sad and somber. As she gently caressed the photo with her thumb. “I’ll find you Mordecai…i don't know how, i don't know where, but i’ll find you…Eventually.” she said quietly to herself, before sitting the pictures on the desk. Laying herself into bed she turned towards the wall…her eyes slowly closing as she drifted off to the bliss of sleep…

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7:50 Am, April 6th, 1927, St. Louis…

Ringgg!, Ringgg!, Ringgg!. The faint sound of a buzzer brought Rose, grudgingly. Out of sleep. Sitting up from bed she rubbed her temples, as the buzzer continued to ring. “Yes, Yes…im coming…im coming!” after getting her hair and clothing in a somewhat presentable fashion…she went to the door, cracking it open to be met with a middle aged white and brown cat. She wore a cream colored large brim hat, she wore a blue and black striped dress with black shoes with silver living.

“Oh You must be Ms. Heller!. Mr. Joey was just telling me about your arrival last night, I hope the trip wasn't displesnet.” who i assumed was Mrs. Tidwell. Asked in a southern accent. “It was fine, Mrs. Tidwell. It’s nice to meet you in person, I'm sorry if I'm looking disheveled, I was quite tired." She gave a friendly smile. “Oh it’s not a problem. I would like you to meet my husband, if he isn't talking to them damn vagabonds again-” she turned her head to the right down the street. “SEAN! GET YOUR LACKADAISICAL SELF DOWN HERE AND MEET THE NEW RENTER!” she yelled in a southern fury. Which took Rose off guard, “GIVE ME A MINUTE WOMAN! I'M TALKING TO GRACIE!” a few more harsh statements back and forth, and finally. A middle aged Mr. Tidwell appeared, wearing tan slacks with a black jacket and suspenders, with a boaters hat on. “Oh hello, pleasure to meet you Ms. Heller. I'm hoping the apartment is suitable for you?” Rose nodded sluggishly. “Yes, yes it is. I'm going to leave in a few minutes to find work, so I'm hoping to have next month’s rent paid by next week, if I'm lucky.” Mr. and Mrs. Tidwell smiled and nodded. “Splendid, we'll have good luck on your business ventures. I wish you well, Maddie…” Mr. Tidwell parted ways as he and his wife walked away, with arms locked. As they walked away, I saw across the way. A big cat was standing next to a staircase, smoking a cigarette while talking to another man. Shooting daggers at her, she avoided eye contact as she closed the door…

20 minutes later:

After washing up and getting dressed, Rose grabbed her bag. Which contained barber tools and utensils. And stepped out of the apartment…her clothing now consisted of a dress with a black top , brown bottom. And brown shoes, with 2 red bows. keeping her curly hair in 2 ponytails. Working her way onto the street…she gotta appreciate the real beauty of St. Louis. With brick roads, street cars, buildings with a unique story behind each of them. And People! A substantial amount of people intermingle on the streets, traversing to jobs, home and other affairs. Being social was one of her biggest strengths. So when she saw the sign for ‘Mickey’s hair stylist’ she put on her best smile, and waltzed right in. “Hello!” she greeted the owner as she walked inside…

4 hours later, 12:02 PM:

Rose was feeling exhausted, and quite frankly. Defeated. In the past 4 hours she had been inside 15 hair salons/barber shops. And not a single one wanted or needed her. She wasn't sure if that was true, or if they had a stigma against her for reasons she may or may not know. But at the present moment she could really use some coffee, sluggishly walking down the street she looked up and saw a sign saying ‘Little Daisy Cafe’. Deciding to take a break, Rose Walked in.

Ding-Ding. The bell on the door rang softly as she walked inside, it was a modest and cozy cafe. With about 5 booths and maybe 6 stools at the counter, deciding to sit at one of the stools against the counter. Rose placed her bag on the seat directly next to her. Putting her chin on her hands she sighed…but soon a young lady with grayish black fur approached her. “Welcome to the little daisy Cafe! How may I take your order?” She spoke energetically and with a soprano vocal range. “A Latte with extra sugar please, that would be all…” the young girl smiled brightly. “Yes ma’am!” She then went off to prepare her coffee, awaiting her coffee for a few minutes. She started to look around the Cafe. her eyes take up every inch, from the walls to the floors. It wasn't much but it didn't need to be. As she continued her eye search. She saw some photos, her eyes scanning each, and just as she was about to look at the last one. ”HAZZAH!” KICK! SLAM! A loud voice and loud noise made Rose’s Fur puff instinctually, in turn. she twisted her head around to see who it was.

…standing in the door, was the cat from last night. Adorning His Fedora and pants, but also a blue jacket and an instrument case of some kind. “ROCKY!, what have i told you about roughing housing the door like that? It might break!” the young girl behind the counter asked, annoyed and slightly irritated. “Oh, Apologies miss Pepper. I get slightly galvanized sometimes, don't take it too much to heart…” The young man called “Rocky” took a seat on the left to Rose. placing his case down near his foot as he seemingly blocked her out as to continue his dialogue with “Pepper”. “Well, don't get so ‘Galvanized.’ Please? We can't afford, or. Miss M. Can't Afford to be fixing a bunch of doors Rocky…here you go Ma’am. That would be 10 cents.” the young lady placed the Latte on the counter for Rose, who than started fishing coins from her bag, getting the correct amount. she was about to hand them to “Pepper”. but….“OH! I'm so sorry, I did’nt see you there Ma’am. I must have looked right over you. Please, allow me-” he dug his hands into his own pockets before producing a handful of dust and pocket lint, with maybe. 2 or 3 coins inside the mess of lint. taking the lint and 2 coins, Pepper looked at them. “Rocky, this is 2 cents.” Rocky squinted his eyes at her. “Are you trying to extort me, Miss Pepper?” rolling her own eyes. She went over to the register, tossed them in, then sat on one of the chairs and began reading a magazine. “Uhh, thank you. I suppose? You know you didn't have to do that. Right?” he waved the question off. “Nonsense, it's the proper thing to do . What type of man would I look like, watching on as you struggled to cough up the funds for your meager merchandise” he made dramatic hand gestures and body movements. In which Rose couldn't help but snicker at, while taking a sip of coffee. “Yet again, thank you mister. But I’m not penniless, I could’ve paid” he looked at her doubtfully. “Are you sure? Travelers usually pack light…” This caused her to raise an eyebrow. “What makes you think I’m a traveler?” He gestured with his right hand. “Oh it’s quite obvious. From your persona, swagger, body language, temperament, your self imgie, way you carry yourself, dispostion….uhhh. Your Accent” he said the last part apparently because he ran out of words to think of. “also i may or may not have been a traveler in my youth-“ Pepper wasn’t having any of that, as her head came out of the magazine she was reading. “Rocky, you’re 22.” He shot daggers in her direction, and she returned the favor. “Details Ms. Pepper, Details…and im actually 23!” he added before turning back to Rose. “-so i may know a thing a two, since i’ve seen a thing or two…” Rose again, couldnt help but chuckle. Louder this time. “Pardon?” Rocky asked, slightly confused. And even cracking a smile himself, “Im sorry, im sorry, seriously i am. But…all these fancy words, sentences. and synonyms of said words. Just for you to tell me I picked up a slight Manhattan accent?” she said, putting more emphasis on her Accent as she spoke. Taking a sip of her coffee again when she finished. “Well, you don't have that flat, dry, nothingness of the midwest, plus. You haven't denied I wasn't right…so am i? Or am I not?” she smiled as she nodded her head in Defeet. “No, you're right. I actually got here via Riverboat last night…i saw your poetic approach on life, mister…should i call you “Rocky”? Or is that like a nickname or something?…” he gave a thumbs up. “By all means, it’s my real name…though some people have made rude jokes regarding it…” he whispered in the last part. “Mister Rocky, it was quite the sight to behold…i hope the officer was leant on you.” he shrugged. “he was…in a way, but anyhow. I'm glad you enjoyed my rhyming, it’s always a pleasure to entertain a person without even knowing!” she nodded slowly. “Yes, yes. I also assume you are a musician?” he cocked a brow. “How’d you figure?” she cracked a mischievous smile. “Your nature, Uniqueness, self identity, individuality, distinctiveness ... .the music case sitting right there” she pointed to the instrument. “Touche…” she smiled widely now. Full of amusement…”So what brings you here? I know you didn’t decide to leave the big apple because it was boring…did you?” she giggled again. “I wouldn't say that, per-say. But I did want to start fresh…I've been looking for work all morning, but nobody seems to want to hire me.” “What type of work do you do?” he asked, tilting his head. “Barbestry. Cutting, styling, breads, beards, you name it. But it seems they are not interested in what I have to offer.” Rocky rubbed his chin. “I'm not sure if Miss M. needs a barber at the moment, perhaps Miss. Pepper could be of some assistance” perking up Pepper looked over to Rocky. “What was that?.” “Do you know of any barber shops down near campus that are hiring?…this nice Madam is looking for work.” Pepper thought for a moment before remembering. “Aha!, yes. The barber shop on campus is low on staff at the moment. I can take you there after I'm done with my shift if you want.” Rose was both happy and grateful to have been so lucky. “Thank you very much. And that would be very appreciated, Pepper.” Pepper Shrugged. “It’s nothing. Always happy to help, and you can call me Ivy” Rose made a mental note. “Thank You Ivy, well appreciated.” turning her attention back to Rocky. “What do you do for work? Singing poetry on bridges in hopes you’ll hit it big?” This time around it was his turn to laugh. as Rose couldn’t help but notice how handsome he actually looked. with his ocean blue eyes, bright smile, enduring laugh, - wait what?

“While I do rhyme to the high heavens every now and again, much to the nosinsee of city peace officers, I actually make my living by playing my trusty violin in the band I’m in! For this very establishment no less!” Rose tilted her head. “In a band you say? I don't see a stage…” Rocky gestured to the floor. “We play In the basement” “Why?” “For aesthetic appeal.” Rose was more curious now. “Can I see?” Rocky and Ivy exchanged glances, with Ivy shaking her head quickly. Much to the confusion of Rose. “I'm Afraid not Ms. Rose, it’s currently under. uhhh, Renovations! Yeah!, reno-vations…” Rose blinked a few times before shrugging, going back to her Latte. “That’s disappointing, I was hoping to see you play…” Rocky shot up from his seat. “Well I'll just play in here!” He then opened his music case and retrieved his Violin. “Wiat, you don't-” but Rocky was too far gone, as he ignored her and began to play his violin’s addicting melody. Ivy wasn’t too bothered by it and continued reading her magazine. But Rose was Awestruck…Rocky started off slow with his musical number. But gradually he got faster and faster. Spinning like a top, swiveling and whirling his bow, the way he seems to put his soul and being into that music. Rose's eyes were glued to watching Rocky, as he went this way and that. It went on like this for a few more minutes. Before Rocky ended his serenade, Rose was slack jawed…”Miss Rose? Are you well?” Rose realized what was happening and shook her head. “S-sorry, i just…where did you learn to do all that?” He gave a small smile before sitting down again. “My Mother taught me when I was little, this violin is actually hers. She was a wonderful lady…” his tone fell slightly when he mentioned his mother, Rose sensed his change in tone. But choose not to probe, not wanting to force up any bad memories. -”I was also in the circus! The circus teaches a lot of techniques and other acrobatics!” “You were in the circus? Did you deal with horses?” “Yes! We dealt with lots of horses! Too many for me to count!” “I love horses!, please. Tell me more…” Rocky nodded. “I’ll happily oblige…”

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Rose and Rocky talked for hours, the 2 seemed to have more in common than the 2 first realized. They liked the same plays, books, actors, food, hell even the same colors. And disliked the same things too. State of the government, Waffles, treatment of immigrants, and Probation. Though they did butt heads on the exact solution to that one…but Both agreed that the law had brought more harm than good to the country. But Alas, all good things must come to an end…Ivy’s shift had ended, Rose wanted to meet “Miss M” Rocky had mentioned earlier. But they both said she was “busy collecting honey” whatever that meant, anyhow. Rose and Ivy were now in the back of Rocky's Red sedan, heading towards the campus. The car was ok, and drove well. But a mysterious hole in the door was bugging Rose. “Say, what’s this hole here?” Rose pointed to the hole in the door, which allows light to flood into the car. Rocky and Ivy both jumped slightly…Viktor must have missed a spot. “O-oh that? Oh that's nothing, just some uhhhhh-” Rocky couldn't think of an excuse fast enough. So Ivy stepped up. “Some drunken fool thought he was Jesse James. We gave him an earful, believe that!” Rose took it in, she felt like something was missing. But she would find a time and place. “Ok.” They continued their drive without further incident. They finally arrived at SLU. The 2 ladies got out of the car, but Rocky stayed in. “Sorry Ladies, but I have an act to attend to with the Ol’ band. How about we meet again some time, miss rose.” Rose smiled. “Sure! You can meet me tomorrow near my apartment, I'll have Ivy pass you the address after I'm done here.” Rocky smiled back. “Sounds good! Godspeed!” and like a ghost, he was gone. Speeding down the street to his unknown location.

And then began the walk to the campus barber shop. “So this is where you go to school?” Ivy placed her hands on her hips and raised her head pridefully. “Yep. one of the best in the state! People as far as Kansas city come here to be educated!, i know this because I'm from Kansas city.” Rose listened carefully. “You are? That's cool! I went to college in New York City, Barnard university. I Have a degree in political and governmental science, but my true passion was hair cutting!What are you studying?” Ivy shrugged. “Nothing that i like as of right now, my dad wants me to study business, blah! It's So booooring.” Rose knew where she was coming from. “I know the feeling all too well…what does your dad do?” she rolled her eyes. “Runs some railway with some of his rich friends, sometimes I feel he loves those trains more than me. It’s kinda lonely. But I guess that’s what friends are for, right?” Rose agreed. “Sure i guess, but you're lucky. My father died when I was little. My Brother was the closest thing to a father I had…but he vanished one day, 10 years ago…I haven't seen him since.” Ivy covered her mouth. “Oh i'm so sorry, i didn't know” Rose gave a small smile of comfort. “It’s ok, it doesn't get any easier, but I have hope. Maybe foolish hope, but I have hope that…one day. I’ll find him. One way or another. Me, our eldest sister, our mom ,and Him…will all be reunited again. A family again.” Ivy listened with a covered mouth, but something compled her to ask a simple, yet important question. “Why did he leave?” Rose shrugged. “No idea, he sent a ripped letter after. And after that money started coming in the mail, I don't know who or where. But it’s all so…Bizarre. I don't know. I just- i just want my brother back…” and with that note, they arrived at the barber shop. “Well, I hope you find him…someday. I wish I could help more, sincerely. I really do.” Rose whipped a few tears that had formed from her face. “Again, it’s okay. You have nothing to be sorry about. It’s not your fault. But I have a job to get, is there anything I should know before I go in?” Ivy was happy to help anyway she could. “The owner is named Brenda Macaroy, bit stern but open minded. She's really nice when you get to know her. If you just be yourself and have some half decent manners, you should be alright…” Rose nodded before preparing herself. Breathing in and out. “Ok, i got this…”

…the barber shop was a small one, tucked in one of the buildings on campus. Approaching she saw a customer coming out, a new trim around his head. Walking through the door. The bell rang. “Sorry, I'm closing up early today. Come back tomorrow morning at 7.” the siamese cat she assumed was Brenda, said as she put away some clippers and combs. Rose chuckled. “Sorry, I'm not a customer. I-i was hoping you could hire me….to work here.” turning around, Rose was met with an older woman, with a few wrinkles and graying brown fur. “And why would I hire you?” she asked, putting a hand on her hip. “W-well im a hard worker! And I worked 4 years in New York, you know it’s really busy in New York and ... .oh what am I kidding, I've been to every other shop in the city saying the same thing all morning. And each and every one has turned me away. ‘Sorry no positions available’ ‘oh thank you but we got it covered’ ‘did you ask Mickey?’ this and that, left and right, north and south. You're my last resort. Please, I need a job. I can work, I'm good at what I do…I just really, really need a job.” Brenda listened, contemplating what she would do. She looked ok, but she needed to see her in action first hand. Deciding Brenda sighed. “Ok, come by Tomorrow. 7 sharp. We’ll talk about it more then…now if you’ll excuse me. I have a doctor's appointment to reach. Blood sugar dont help itself, you know.” she took off her apron as she began to close up shop, Rose beamed. “So I'm hired? I got the job!?” Brenda put her hands on her hips again. “If I say yes, will you scram?” Rose screeched loudly. “Thank you, Thank You, THANK YOU!” Brenda covered her ears. “Yeah, yeah, could you leave?” Rose stopped. “Sorry, thank you!” she said in a whisper, as she left out the door. Leaving Brenda to shake her head.

…Ivy sat on a bench, patiently waiting. When she saw Rose exit the building. “Did you get the job?” Rose nodded exceedingly. “She said come tomorrow at 7!” Rose jumped in excitement. “I got it! After a whole morning of rejections I got it!” Ivy pumped her fist in the air. “Yes! I knew you could do it!” after a few more moments of celebrating. The duo calmed down a bit…”So what are you gonna do now? Since you got a job? You're gonna look for a boy~?” Rose laughed while waving her hand. “Jeez, want me to get married too?” Ivy also laughed. “Oh right, that’s because you got eyes for Rocky~” Rose jumped at the notion. Even blushing a bit. “R-rocky? But I just met him? We haven't even gone on a date yet!” Ivy waved her hand. “Oh don't be so flustered. I'm dating a guy right now. If it makes you feel better, his name is Chad. though he just broke his left leg….and his right….and his arm….both of them. Ok let's not talk about Chad, point is. I could see your 2 are like a bee to Honey for one another! You're made for each other, like the whole time you 2 were going at it like the daily radio!” Rose couldn't help but look away, she had to admit. He had a certain charisma to him. the way he laughed and smiled with his purely white teeth, the way his ocean blue- almost diamond like eyes looked at her, the balance between his elegance and his silliness, it was all so…Cute…”I-i-i…i just have to see…” Ivy rolled her eyes. “Yeah right, should I get the snuggle buggy too?”

Somewhere else in St. Louis:

Rocky leaned against his bright red automobile, tapping his foot and snapping his fingers while he hummed whiskey in a jar to himself, the sun was quickly going down and the afternoon was turning into twilight, soon Captain Kehoe was to arrive at the Cove and Rocky was too unload the cargo, as Viktor was busy doing other things…andddd there he was! The front end of his small and raggedy barrage appeared within sight. “Aces!” Rocky said to himself as he strides towards the shoreline. “Mr. Kehoe, splendid evening is it not? How's the muddy miss?” Rocky spoke loudly\, which then echoed throughout the cove. “Stately. shut your screamer, you’ll poison the hooch.” Rocky, oblivious to the insult. did quite a bit. “Oh, sorry. Sometimes I let the tongue slip a bit too much, anyhoo. Do you have the… “stuff”?” the captain looked blankly, before pointing his thumb behind him. “Yeah.” Rocky smiled. “Wonderful Raspberries!...”

Half an hour later:

Rocky wasn't what you would call a strong individual, quiet noodle like, in physique. So carrying a few creates of whiskey did take a little bit, but Rocky managed. Loading up the trunk full of liquor bottles. He waved Kehoe goodbye before climbing into the driver seat and driving down the dirt road…

The road was long and it probably took about 10 minutes before he would hit the main road again. So usually Rocky likes to daydream or think about the day's events. So on this occasion Rocky’s convoluted mind drifted to his meeting with Miss Rose. he liked her, he wasn’t going to deny, he liked her. Though they just met, he enjoyed her company and conversation. Her like mindedness, cheerful attitude, strong opinions, bright smile, her green emerald eyes, her black curly hair that went around like vin- RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE- the red automobile’s tiers bump and jolt atop the stones and other rough earth while skimming dangerously close to the local populus of trees. “Opps, sorry mister Pine.” he steered the car back onto the road before catching a bad case of ejection. After getting the car back onto the road, he started daydreaming again. He had been in a few relationships in his time, but he hadn;t been in one in quite some time. Perhaps she- “Nah, she couldn't like someone like me. Some soul searching vagabond with nothing but some sad tunes as a soundtrack to a sad life…” he said doubtfully to himself, and also slightly sad. But at least he could dream, he could dream all he wanted…no one could stop him from dreaming….well- expect the unfortunate tree that he would eventually hit….eventually.

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1 month later, 5:30 PM, SLU Campus:

“Bye Brenda! See you tomorrow!”

Rose waved goodbye to Brenda, who waved back as Rose walked out the door. With Brenda flipping the open sign, to Closed.

Rose skipped away from the shop, gripping her black bag close to her chest. She was on her way to the Little Daisy, where her Friends Ivy and ... .Rocky was supposed to be.

“Friends” was exactly how Rose would describe her relationship with Rocky…for the last month they had been “Hanging out” as Rocky liked to call it, though Rose felt that wasn't a fair description either…especially how handsome he looked when he laughed, how his cheeks curled into an enduring smile. The way his eyes seemed to shine in the light of day, and how her heart seemed to flutter when those same blue eyes looked at her with such warmth it almost made her melt…and o’ those fantasies that always found a way to creep into her mind…..even now!

Blushing. Rose shook her head before getting control of herself, “He’s just a friend, he’s just a friend, he’s just a friend-” she said to herself over and over, though ... .She knew he was more than that.

A few minutes later:

After walking a little while, Rose arrived at the Little daisy. Opening the door, Rose walked right on in. at the counter were both Ivy, and her employer. Ms. May, or” Miss M.” as Rocky liked to call her. Rose had met the woman a few times while talking to Rocky, she was nice and polite, and Rose thought she was a nice boss to have. At the moment the two women were talking amongst one another.

“Oh. Hey Rose!” Ivy waved her hand at her, catching the attention of Miss M.

“Well Hello, would you like something to drink honey?” the older asked with her southern accent, and polite smile. “Hey Ivy!I'm fine, and politely. No. i'm not thirsty…but you wouldn't happen to have seen, rocky. Have you?”

Mitzi shook her head. “Sorry, Sweetheart, I haven't seen him since early this morning. Ivy?”

“No, but i'm sure he’ll-”

THUNK.

Startled, the 3 turned to see. Rocky.

Covered in Muck, and looking like he got hit by a train. Rocky Waltz right into the Cafe. Scaring the customers in the process.
“Hello Ladies, its a lovely day out there….for an extra…ordinality long walk”

Mitzi could only shake her head as Rose sprung from her seat,

“OH What happened! Oh let me see, who did this? you're so dirty! Did you walk all the way here like this-” Rose barraged the young man with a 1000 questions a minute. He could only laugh as she poked and prod him.

“Oh-ah-oof. M-Ha, Miss Rose-” he placed his hands on her shoulder and she stopped. They both locked eyes, a strange, washing over her.

“Ms. Rose?” she snapped out of her stupor and blushed.

“OH, SORRY, s-sorry….sorry.” Rose said, backing off and looking down at her feet.

Ivy Chuckles while Mitzi gave a small smirk before frowning again.

“Where have you been all day? That was supposed to be a brief Rondavux.”

This causes Rocky to frown too.

“I'm sorry Miss M. but the locals interested on seeing me reenact “the pearls of Pauline”

Rose looked up at him once more, her expression soft and sympathetic. But remained silent, wanting to hear what they had to say.

But then he beamed again.

“But I got the wh- I mean the w-water! Right, the water!!! It’s in the car……all the way back where I came from….”

Mitzi rubbed her temples.

“You abandoned the car?”

“I wouldn't say abandoned, more like ... .unattended!”

Ivy leaned over.

“That’s the same thing-”

“Oh hush Miss Pepper, always the one for nit picks.”

Rose chuckled at the comment

“Whatever the matter, those….’Locals' didn't steal it, did they?”

“NO!....I don't think so ... .but don't worry, with a certain surly this issue should be solved in a jeffy!”

Mitzi nodded before waving them off.

“Check the garage, and take ivy with you. Less likely to attack you in her presence. “

Rocky slightly frowned as ivy came around to walk with him.

Before they could leave, Rose grabbed his arm.

“U-um rocky! I wanted to ask you something…”

He raised an eyebrow as he stopped.

“Oh? What is it?”

She looked up at him, her eyes meeting him.

“I-i-i was wondering if I could see you play….i-in the basement! Would that be possible?”

She had been wanting to ask him for some time, but always seemed to forget somehow….

He beamed before smiling and placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Ooooooooof course! Just after we return-”

“Ahem, Rocky….are you sure-”

“Shush Miss Pepper, the Basement has not flooded in months, i should be safe to go down…”

Rocky turned to Rose once more, while Ivy looked around nervously, Mitzi none the wiser…

“Come around 11 PM, Miss Pepper will lead you in….BUT I HAVE A QUEST TO ATTEND!-” Rocky then triumphantly left the building. With Ivy struggling to catch up….

With Rose standing there….a weird feeling inside her.

Chapter Text

11:30 PM, Lackadaisy.

Rose had arrived at the lackadaisy.

Over the period of several hours she had gone home and changed.

Rose had never really been with a boy before (brief stints back in New York but nothing beyond 2 weeks or so)

so she wasn’t exactly sure what clothing or other things would be appealing (In a friend-like way, of course!) but she did hear Ivy and her friends talking about it one time. Something about “showing off skin” and “flapping” she also heard boys liked “Large Booties” and “Round Melons” unfortunately for Miss Heller, she did not have any pirate treasure nor was she a fan of watermelon. (Didn’t like the seeds) and she wasn’t a bird so she couldn't flap either.

What she did have was a dress that mildly exposed some of her shoulder and ankle. It was black and white in color, much like her fur, and she had a nice white bow in her hair. Which she let fall loosely by her shoulders this evening, Along with a little bit of blue lipstick and mascara (her college friends gave her tips, let her borrow these, and showed her how to do it) Boys also liked girls in make-up, or so she was told. She wasn’t exactly sure she did it right. But “luck favors the bold” as they say…

Rounding a corner, she was on the street where the little daisy was situated. And on the sidewalk in front of her, was Ivy. looking impatient as she wore a yellow and gold flapper dress and white necklace.

“Ivy!” the voice of Rose made Ivy jump a little bit, before she turned and gasped.

“Rose! You look gorgeous!- and you used some of that lipstick, it fits you really well!, i bet Rocky would like it alot~”

Rose averted her eyes as Ivy giggled.

“O-oh it’s not like that- i-i-i just thought i outha’ wear something that fit’s the circumstance y-you know?”

Ivy rolled her eyes with a smug smile.

“Rightttt…well come on, let's not waste anymore time…” Ivy walked into the building, with Rose in tow. Before she stopped and turned around.

“Before we do anything ... .there may be something I forgot to tell you…”

Rose cocked a brow before folding her arms.

“Oh really now?’ Ivy laughed nervously as she scratched her neck sheepishly.

“It’s a really, Really, really small Detail and it’s totally not a big deal, i mean it’s just you may not agree with it, but i'm telling you it’s-”

“Get to the point…”

“I and Rocky work in a speakeasy” the younger covered her mouth in shock, and by the time Ivy realized how blunt she had been, the damage was already done.

The 2 stood in uncomfortable silence, with Rose burning a hole straight through Ivy as she smiled meekly….

“Ok..” Rose spoke in a nonchalant manner. Much to the surprise of Ivy.

“Wait, really? You're not mad? Or going to snitch on us?”

“Ivy, im from New- Fucking-York. Keeping my mouth shut and avoiding cops is my biggest strength. And besides, you guys weren't really good at hiding it anyhow. ‘Giggle water’ really? You couldn't come up with anything better? Like ‘the brown stuff’ ‘The Grain needs harvesting’ ‘apple juice’? Anything?”

Ivy waved her hand up and down as she pinched her nose.

“Ok, ok. I get the point. And wow, didn’t know you had that type of Vocab.”

Rose shrugged. “Perk of living in the city, you learn to keep people on their toes. Anyhoo, why were you standing out on the sidewalk Earlier? Expecting a boy?” It was Rose’s turn to smile Smug as Ivy chuckled.

“Well it seems that Violinist just so happens to have a cousin, a cute one at that! He was here a few hours ago. I gave him an invitation, but he hasn’t been back yet. But I still have hope!”

Rose snickers.

“When he gets hee. Tell me how it goes, yeah?”

Ivy laughed. “Oh I will, like you’ll tell me about you and Rocky. Won't you, Rose?”

Rose blushed slightly before looking away. “How many times do I have to tell you? IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!”

Ivy giggled again.

“Whatever you say~ anyways, where’s that knife?”

After searching for a moment she found it.

“AHA!” She then took the instrument, placed it into the shelf cabinet and pushed it open.

“A Shelf?”

“you surely didn’t know about it…”

“I could’ve guess-”

“Hush your trap.”

“Rude…”

The 2 females made their way down the stairs, encountering the door man ‘Horatio’

“Oh, you brought a friend Miss Pepper?”

“Why yes, Horatio, I did.”

Rose smiled and waved at him.

“Hello, my name’s Rose. it’s nice to meet you!”

He meekly smiled back.

“Pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Miss Rose. but um…Miss Pepper, are you sure it’s…uh wise?”

Ivy raised a brow. “What are you implying?”

He moved his eyes from the door back to Ivy several times.

Ivy frowned deeply.

“Quit Bullshitn’ and open the door.”

“HEY! Watch your mouth!”

“What? I can be surprising too!”

Rose just shook her head as Horatio opened the door.

-”Hate to seem rude, Madam. But you’ve been sounding like you’re selling something.”

“I'm not soliciting, Mr Church. If that's what you mean. Think of it as….An Overture.”

“Too Eventual solicitation?”

Rose and Ivy walked inside. While the adults were talking in their little corner, the band sat lazily on stage.

“Who are they?”

“Oh those geezers? Just some old boys with money. And Those fellows on stage are the sad group we call a band.”

As if on Cue, Mr Church spied the pair as they walked inside.

“A new hire of yours Mitzi, or is that a Freelancer of sorts?”

“What on earth are you talking-” by the time Mitzi turned her head. She figured it out pretty quick.

Sighing Mitzi shook her head. “Ivy, Deary. How many times do I have to tell you to tell me beforehand someone’s coming, before bringing them down.”

Ivy was the one to smile meekly this time.

“Oh, righttt…. Next time?. Oh come on Miss M. Rose has been around a 100 times, surely you don't mind that much. Right?”

Mitzi was still frowning. Before she looked over to Rose, looking her up and down.

“And you won't breathe a word of this to anyone with shiny brass on their shirts, will you?”

Rose Nodded. “New Yorkers promise!”

Church scoffed.

“Entrusting your Illicit Assets in promises now? This is a new low, even for you Mitzi.”

Mitzi clicked her tongue, even if she was trying to win these guys over. They were very irritating.

“More than you’ve ever done, Church.”

Church mumbled annoyed, before a feline, Rose had seen maybe once or twice. ‘Wick’ they called him. Spoke up. In a faint Boston Accent.

“Well I for one have faith, we Northerners can keep a secret.”

“As I've seen…well with that settled, what is it you want?”

Mitzi asked, already having an idea.

“Oh me? I-i just wanted to see R-rocky! F-f-for reasons!”

The 3 older men started whispering among themselves while Wick sat silently, unsure what to do with himself.

Ivy at this point had managed to sneak away, and out the door.

“Uh-huh…i see, well he should-”

“TALLY O’ MISS M!” Mitzi didn’t even flinch, as Rocky appeared from seemingly nowhere. Startling both Wick and Rose.

“Ah, there you are. Rose was just looking for you.”

“Who-” Rocky stopped dead, and stared at Rose. eyes wide in awe. Losing one bottle of whiskey, with Mitzi barely catching in time.

“Rocky?” Rose said, snapping him out of his trance.

“O-oh! Sorry, that was quite Brute. Uh. um…Miss M! Would it be fine if I pass this giggle water to you, I would like to spend time with this fine Madam!”

Mitzi didn’t get a chance to say no. Because she was abruptly given his hand full of whiskey bottles, she wobbled for a second. Before standing straight.

“ Fine, just don't get lost. Ok?”

“Okey Doeky!” Rocky said as he and Rose despaired into the Tunnels.

“Rose! You-the outfit- your lips- you look wonderful!” he said happily, which made Rose Blush- wait her lips?

“T-t-thank you. It could’ve been better, really.”

“Nonsense! You look amazing, splendid even!- wait, have you met Viktor?”

“Who?”

“Oh you need to meet him! He’s up here, actually. I'm his protege! Well, mostly…..when he’s not strangling me. But perhaps he can give a fellow a break and give him some advice…….on women.”

Rocky whispered that last part, but Rose caught it. She wasn't sure if he was talking about her or someone else, but it still made her feel embarrassed…

“Viktor! help has arrived, or some of it anyways!”

Viktor, the big orange and burly cat Rose had sometimes seen around. Was taking some things out of the back of the truck.

Hearing Rocky he barely acknowledged the boy.

“VIKKKTOR!”

“Vhat?” Viktor asked. Grabbing another box of whiskey.

“We have a visitor, I wanted to show you! And perhaps you 2 can talk, while I go rangle in the rest of the band!”

Viktor finally looked up. From the box, and looked at Rocky and Rose. was standing there, awkwardly.

Viktor looked at her, very, very intently. To the point it made Rose even more uncomfortable (it was bad enough with his one eye) “Is he always like this?”

Rose whispered to Rocky as he began to turn around, and get the band.

“He can be a bit cranky, but he has a soft spot for women. Trust me I know, you should be fine. Plus, I would never leave you with anyone who would hurt you!” Rocky said. As he hopped down the stairs and was gone.

Rose was somewhat comforted. But the staring from Viktor was still there….

This was gonna be a long night.

Chapter Text

“Soooooo ... .My name's Rose!, and I've been told your name is viktor! Is that right?”

Viktor still did not move, much to Rose’s dismay.

But then he started moving again, grabbing a box of what Rose assumed to be Whiskey. And placing it down near the stairs.

“Vhat is name?”

“I just-”

“Vull Name…”

Rose Hesitated for a moment, not knowing what her last name had to do with anything, but spoke anyway.

“Heller, Rose Heller.”

Viktor side eyed her, starting again. Before grabbing another box.

“Stay away from Rickaby, bad for you”

“B-bad for me? H-he’s just a friend! And i don't think he’s bad, i think he’s kinda nice actually ....”

Viktor scoffed, shaking his head. But then his knee started to act up, causing him to stumble.

“OH! Let me help!”

“No, i-”

Rose was already grabbing the box, it did give her a little strain. But she managed to place it down; well more ales drop it. Next to the stairs for him…

“Phew, I didn't think liquor weighed that much. Good thing I didn't skip gym class, hehe….”

Rose rubbed her hand as Viktor nodded his head approvingly.

“Strong…Vou remind me of friend, look like and talk like you…”

Rose had a slight hint of hope, perhaps Mordecai came through here?

“Was his name Mordecai?” Rose asked Hopefully; or in her assessment; Foolishly.

Yet again, Viktor fell silent. His eyes once again lingering over her…

Then, he opened his mouth. Preparing to give an answer….

But he was stopped by the sounds of footsteps and voices.

Growling, Viktor spoke. Face cold as ice.

“‘Nther time, ve have…..Vermin Problem.”

Viktor quickly started to walk towards the light switch, with Rose following.

“Hey- you didn’t finish!. Vermin? What like rats?”

Viktor didn’t respond immediately. Hitting the lights, plunging the garage into darkness.

“Wahh! Why’d you do that!?” Rose asked, confused and alarmed.

“Rats have, very big, big like ... .uhh... .shotgun,” he said, grabbing a double barrel.

“Wha- what do you mean-”

RATATATATATATA!!!! The sounds of gunfire made her fur puff, and she was about to yell out. But Viktor covered her mouth.

“Shhh, quite….stay low…” Viktor instructed. Pushing her down towards the underside of the box truck he had been working with.

Doing as instructed, she got low and crawled under the truck. Unsure of what was about to happen.

“-someone look for the damned light switch!”

A country accent pierced the darkness.

“I think i found it over here-” BAM!

A shotgun blast was quickly followed by a barrage of automatic gunfire, Rose covered her head as she cowered in fear.

The voices grew closer, and although she couldn’t see them. She could track the sounds of their footsteps and voices…

CLICK.

“THERE!” a voice yelled, which yet again was accompanied by gunfire and the smashing of glass.

Shaking uncontrollably, Rose was powerless to do anything as she witnessed Viktor smack one in the face with the truck’s door, and throw the other one to the floor…

though Rose couldn’t see this exactly.

Working up her courage, Rose slowly crawled out from under the vehicle.

Out of a desire to flee the area as fast as she possibly could or to help the lone slav in his fight against the intruders.

Rose sure as hell couldn’t tell you. But as she made her way out from the undercarriage, her hands found the cold, metallic steel of a double barreled shotgun.

Gripping it in her hands, she unsteadily stood up. The shotgun was shaky and rocking back and forth in her hands.

At the moment, she was between Viktor and the pig farmers,

with the former having his back to her. And the ladder whispering, unable to see her.

“HELP HAS ARRIVED!”

“Hurray.”

The distinct voices of Rocky, and the band leader echoed loud and clear through the garage.

With the opening of the cellar, everything was lit up. Including Rose and Viktor, who had previously been hidden within the darkness.

Everyone quickly looked at one another for a hot second, frozen in place.

“A gal’?” one of the country ones said, hesitating.

“ROSE?!” Rocky yelled, alarmed and frightened for her safety.

Viktor spun around with the tommy gun.

This caused one of them to fire, striking Viktor. Which in turn caused Rocky to leap from the cellular; falling atop the band leader's head.

Rocky tackled Rose out of the way. As Viktor pressed down on the trigger, sending a barrage of .45 bullets through the air. Striking the 2 farmers, killing them on the spot.

The 2 lovers fell to the floor. And when Rose opened her eyes, Rocky was on top of her.

Heaving as his hands were on either side of her, with his face a mere few inches from hers; all of this coupled together caused her to shake for an entirely different reason.

“Are you ok Rose?”

Rocky asked, concerned. This only grew when she didn’t respond right away.

Eventually snapping out of it, Rose speaks.

“Y-y-y-yeah. I'm fine, uh-uh…Viktor!” she shouted, remembering the injured slav.

This also started Rocky, who swiftly got from atop of her and rushed to the older man’s side. Who was conscious, but in a lot of pain.

“AH, Viktor! Are you hurt- well I know you are, but how much? 1-10? Negative 8? 25? Should I go get Dr. Q? He’ll get you ready in a ji-”

“Shut up…. shut up….” Viktor said to Rocky,wheezy. Dragging himself to his feet.

“Viktor, you should sit down! I don't think walking around is good for that wound!”

Viktor seemed to ignore Rose instead, working his way to one of the farmers on the ground. from Rocky’s assessment; was still alive. Al-be it barely.

“I’ll be damned if I die like thi-” the country cat said to himself, reaching for one of the discarded Thompson's on the ground. But a foot was placed atop of his hand.

Looking up, he was met with the one eyed glare of Viktor Vasko.

Before the farmer could do anything, a boot was stomped on his face. Finishing the job….

Sometime later:

After some extensive convincing and corrosion from Rocky, the band finally came out of the cave, and into the garage area. Along with Mitzi and Ivy, who were informed via Rocky, who also ran into his Cousin Freckle while doing so.

Helping to remove the bodies, and staying by Viktor until “Dr.Q” showed up.

Meanwhile Rocky and Rose had exited the garage area, and instead were standing on the sidewalk.

The main reason being that Rose, being a city girl or not. Wasn’t quite sure she could stand to look at blood or dead bodies for much longer…

“Hey, Rose?” Looking over, a pair of ocean blue orbs were staring back at her.

“That was pretty brave of you, grabbing that gun like that. Matter of fact, for a person not used to…..criminality….you seem surprisingly unaffected by this.”

Rocky asked, in an unusually serious and sincere tone.

“Oh. w-well Viktor was in trouble! I couldn’t just stand there and let him get shot, i-i-i had to do something…New York is pretty good at that…”

Rose rubbed her arm, thinking about the amount of unsavory things she’s seen while living in the city.

She was pleasantly surprised when an arm came and put itself around her shoulder.

Looking up she was met with the friendly face of Rocky, giving a comforting and reassuring smile.

“Don't worry, I'm always here for you. So is Ivy and my Cousin…..sometimes….but don't feel down on yourself, you were so brave! Be proud! Some men don't even have half a spine like you do!!” Rocky said, pumping his hand in the air.

Rose couldn’t help but blush. Smiling like a drunken fool.

“Oh don't say things like that…..you were brave too, espieclay when you…..uhhh…”

Rose paused, not wanting to say “It” aloud. Rocky was a bit slow to catch on, but when he did. It was his turn to blush, looking away while scratching his neck.

“O-oh that silly thing? A man is supposed to do that, w-well erm- i mean not THAT. I mean like…uhhh. Protect the ladies, and things like that….”

the 2 looked like high schoolers on their first date, blushing and standing awkwardly next to each other.

“W-w-well in other news! My Cousin scored a date with Ms. Pepper!, i think he has it in the bag. But knowing him, he may or may not whither into nothing if I'm not there to guide him!” the blue haired feline spoke, embellishing a little bit. But still being slightly true nonetheless.

“Oh yeah, Ivy told me about that. Should we go check up on them?” Rose said, glad that the topic had changed to something a little less heat inducing.

Rocky agreed, and the 2 soon walked down the sidewalk. And through the front door of the little daisy,

but neither had seen the shadow figure lurking in the shadows. Snapping pictures of the entire ordeal before, during, and after the farmers had come in and died right after.

The figure packed its camera up and left the scene. Bound for mary bell

“The Hillbillies didn’t stand a chance, they were all dead. Pictures prove it.” a mid-atlantic feminine voice came from the dark figire’s cloak, which covered their entire head and face. Said while tossing a stack of pictures onto the desk in front of them…

“Shit, well. Guess that's what happens when you give guns to some backwater rum runners, huh? Well no matter, the lackadaisy doesn’t have any firepower anymore. So it’s not a complete loss ... .Thank you C.K. you can leave…”

Asa, who was sitting behind his desk with a cigar said. Throwing a wad of cash onto it, the figure picked it up, and turned to leave. But stopped, turning around and pulling one last photo from their coat. Tossing it onto the desk, on top of the others.

“Almost forgot, some new girl joined their ranks ... .kinda looks likes ice-face over there.”

The figure pointed to the side of Asa, to his silent shadow.

Mordecai Heller. Who had been standing stoic and silent throughout the entire interaction.

“Is that so?” Mordecai half heartedly said, adjusting his glasses.

“Yes it is, if you don't believe me. Look at it, it’s an uncanny resemblance…”

Asa at this point was intrigued, and picked up the photograph. And just like “C.K.” he too saw an uncanny resemblance between the girl in the picture, and Mordecai.

“Yeah, CKs right, look. She looks just like you!” Asa said, passing the picture off to Mordecai.

Mordecai sighed, he didn’t have time for “resemblances” in this line of work, especially when his employers and fellow colleagues found making jokes about Hatchet’s funny. But nevertheless, he grasped the picture and took a glance…

He froze ... .his eyes going wider then either Asa or C.K had ever seen before, soon he started to shake.

“Heller? Mordecai, boy. Are you ok?” Asa asked, looking as the younger’s hands shook uncontrollably. He shaked so bad his glasses fell off, stumbling. He managed to catch himself against a chair, sliding down into it. His eyes were glued to the photo….

Rose Heller, his sister. Together with Rocky Rickaby, the lackadaisy violinist. Arm around her like they were-

“Nein, nein, das. Rose-Rickaby, sie weiß es, zusammen – aber … wie?”

(No, no, that. Rose-Rickaby, she knows, together—but… how?) Mordecai muttered to himself in German, gripping the picture tightly…

So tightly his claws punched holes into it, before he suddenly slammed his hand on the desk. Screaming his lungs out.

“RICKABY!!!!!!!!!!”

Chapter Text

1 week later…

“-Then he threw the sandwich out the window! Like a total jerk!”

Ivy complained to Rose, frustrated and angry.

All the while Rose listened,

giving a trim up to a poor feline who was unwillingly caught in the crossfire.

“He did? Why would he do a thing like that?” Rose asked, clipping some loose hair from the cat's head.

“Because he’s a big meanie who can’t even walk straight!”

“Perhaps try giving him some space, maybe that’ll help?”

The customer suggested, as Rose added some final touches.

“I never thought of that….say Rose, did your brother like to have his “space”?

Rose uncliped the black barber's cape from the customers neck, allowing the unnamed woman to pay Barbra (who was managing the register) and leave. before tapping her chin.

“You could say that…he also had a certain "Way " about him. If you know what I mean. But I do agree, I think giving him some time to think would do wonders for the both of you!”

Rose said while at the same time flipping the sign on the door from ‘open’ to ‘closed’.

Brenda on the other hand, was counting the day's earnings and separating her pay and Rose’s pay.

“…fine. I’ll “Give him some space”.....well atleast i can be with freckle more!”

“Oh right! How is freckle? He was pretty green around the gills when I saw him last time…”

“Hehe, right. Those Tuna sandwiches weren't the most Exquisite of meals. But he’s doing good!”

“That's good.-thank you Brenda.”

Rose thanked Brenda as she took her half of the money, Brenda gave a half hearted ‘uh-huh’ as the 2 young girls made their way out the door, still talking about their boyfriends and social life.

“Youth, same as always…” Brenda spoke to herself, smiling slightly as she packed up the shop.

“Say, I have an idea!” Ivy exclaimed while Rose inquired.

“Do tell!”

“I was just thinking, since summer is coming up, why don't you and rocky, and me and freckle go on a double date!”

“A double date???”

“Yeah you heard me! A double date, it’s real simple:

We plan out a place to go, I get Freckle, you get Rocky. And we have some good ol ' fun!”

“That does sound like fun! Where should we go?”

And off the girls went, blabbering and chatting about their new idea to have some time with their men.

All the While Mordecai, and the Savoys followed them, close behind in their automobile.

“Say, Cher. Y’ is ye’ down der?”

Nico asked, as he saw his college; not in the seat, but on the floor. Peeking out the window at the 2 girls with a pair of binoculars.

His tail flicked in annoyance and impatience.

“Your job is to drive the car, and I would be satisfied if you did that, instead of asking thoughtless questions.”

Nico raised an eyebrow before turning to his sister, who shrugged.

(French)

(Won't hurt to see how this goes, Brother. Could be some fun.)

“Ça ne fera pas de mal de voir comment ça se passe, mon frère. Ça pourrait être amusant.”

Nico looked back at Mordecai, who was still hyper focused on watching the 2 ladies, then back to his sister.

(If you say so, sister)

“Si tu le dis, ma sœur.”

“SOOO, HOW’S THE LOVE LIFE, COUSSSION?”

Rocky asked his orange Furred relative; as he drove down the street at a high rate of speed, with Freckle cowering in fear in the passenger seat.

“R-Rocky, please slow down-”

“OH DON'T BE SO FLUSTERED COUSIN, I KNOW YOU AND MISS PEPPER BE NECKING IT IN-”

As Rocky Continued his rant, a trolley appeared in front of them, which forced Freckle to Grab the Wheel to avoid it. Taking out a mailbox and smashing through a fruit fender.

“My watermelons!” The Greek vendor shouted in despair,

Which got the attention of a motorcycle cop, the black haired feline spits out his donut before throttling the gas and pursuing the 2 cousins.

-”Did Aunt Nina teach you nothing about manners?”

Rocky asked with a dirty side eye, rear taking the wheel as Freckle could hear the siren and see the small red light on the Police Bike.

“Rocky, t-theirs a police officer-”

“ANYHOO!, GUESS WHAT?! MISS ROSE GAVE ME A CALL, SAYING HER AND MISS O’ PEPPER HAD A WHOLE DAY PLANNED OUT FOR US, I KNOW YOUR HAPPY ABOUT THAT- AINT YOU CUS’?”

Rocky turned toward his cousin, as The policemen appeared behind him through the window.

“”Pull over!Pull over!” the officer shouted through the window, pointing to the curb.

To which Rocky paid no mind, turning left suddenly.

“DOESN’T THAT JUST SOUND SO FUN!?!?”

As he did so, he rammed the officer straight into a parked fish truck, sending him soaring over the handlebars and into a bucket of Mississippi fish.

“Jesus christ! You alright?!” the truck driver asked, running over to the motormen.

the officer groaned, dragging himself out of the bucket of fish.

“I don't believe this…. The station will never live this down.”

1 Hour later.

-"Then we can head over to the park, and have a romantic picnic!” Ivy spoke happily, as Rose agreed.

Just then, a red blur of a Ford Sedan came screeching to a halt.

In the Driver's seat was Rocky, and the passenger was a scared-out-of-his-mind Freckle.

“Ey’ Ladies, need a lift?” Rocky asked with a smile that Rose just couldn’t handle.

“EEEP!” Rose rushes forward to Rocky, practically diving through the window to embrace Rocky.

“OOOF-” Rocky laughed as she hugged tightly, with Ivy running to the opposite side of the car.

“HIYA FRECKLE!”

“H-h-hi-MMPH” Ivy pulls Freckle into a surprise kiss, lasting several seconds.

Rocky and ose watching it ... .Rose is growing a little ... .Envious.

Running to the other side of the car, Ivy crawled into the back seat.

Rose doing the same.

“Like it, cousin?”

“Mmhm.”

“I know you do~”

Ivy laughed as her arms wrapped around his neck, and Rose leaned forward.

“I’m sure he’ll like it more once we get on with our daAAAAY, Y-YEAH. DAY!...day…” Rose said quietly as she looked away, Rocky looked at her, then at Freckle and Ivy, who only snickers in amusement.

“Tally O’ Lads!” and with That, they were gone, With Mordecai and CO following close Behind.

Chapter Text

Forest park, St. Louis:

To kick off their “Date” the lovebirds went to the park and decided to go row boating.

‘Why not?!’ Rocky had said. ‘That’s what rich folk do!’
He said.

Rose, being completely love struck with the man agreed without much hesitation, Freckle and Ivy weren’t much better.

So here they were: 2 young couples on a single row boat, Freckle doing 90% of the rowing (4 people are really heavy-)

While Rocky stood on the end of the boat, blurting out poetry while Rose and Ivy laughed at him, and Freckle strained himself.

“R-Rocky! Hahaha. Rocky, what are you talking about?” Rose asked between laughter

Rocky turned to face her.

“What? You don't understand that the planet's gravitational pull of all living things is the very reason for the universe turning and pulling off the milky way of life?”

Rose had a perplexed look, and when she turned to Ivy she shrugged and Freckle shook his head slightly.

“Just go with it.”..” Ivy whispered to Rose.

“Ok….ummm…uhhh…yeAAA-” Rocky suddenly grabbed her and pulled her up to the end of the boat, holding her close. Blooding rushing to her cheeks.

“Look at all the lovely things the milky way has gifted us in these years of scientific, medical, and technical years!”

Rocky gestured to a passing ambulance, a Telegraph pole, and some radios being sold in a nearby shop.

“And look at us! The world has brought you, Ms. Pepper and my timid cousin together!”

Rose looked up at him and back to Ivy and Freckle, who looked at each other. With Freckle blushing and Ivy laughing while also slightly blushing.

Rose was dumbstruck, when; rocky brought his hand down to grab her left cheek, creasing it for a moment before turning her head to face him.

Rose’s tail went back and forth rapidly as he smiled.

Ivy clenching her fist and smiling wickedly.

“About time rocky.” She said quietly, under her breath.

“Rose…you are one of the most be-”

As he spoke however; Freckle saw a boat coming into their path.

He quickly grabbed the oars and pulled on them hard.

Unintentionally sending the 2 for a swim.

“Uh-Oh-” SPLASH!!! The 2 lovers fell into the water with a Tremendous splash.

Onlookers gasp and gawk at the scene, pointing and mumbling.

“ROCKY!”

“ROSE!”

The two champions yelled as they saw the water bubble before going still.

WUUSH, SPLASH! The blue tabby and tuxedo cat spring from under the water.

Hacking and coughing as they're completely soaked in water.

Rocky’s arm holding onto Rose, Rose clinging to Rocky.

“R-Rocky! Are you ok?!”

Rose asked, hair wet and hanging in front of her face.

“Mostly, are you?” Rocky asked, in the same or perhaps more wet manner then she was.

His fur is fluffy like complexion now.

“I-I think so-“

“Rocky! Is that you?”
A familiar southern accent cuts through the air.

Turning around in the water, the 2 see Mitzi and Wick in the other boat…

The boat that cut them off!

“Oh thank goodness- sorry! I didn’t see you until it was too late!”
The Boston man responded with a meek smile, offering a hand to the couple floating in the water.

“Mr. Sable, what a coincidence seeing you here! Rose you go first…” Rocky allowed Rose to go ahead of him, Wick pulling her aboard before turning to Rocky.

“Why thank you Mr. Sable…” Rocky Gripped his hand, and was about half way up. Before

He smiled wide and unexpectedly leaned backwards.

“Oh dear me, I seem to have lost my footing..”

Wick, unable to let go due to Rocky holding onto him.

Was pulled from the boat and into the water, along with Rocky.

“WAAAAA-” SPLASH!!!

Rose and Mitzi rushed to the side and looked over, as the 2 men bobbed their heads out of the water. Wick coughing and hacking as his boater hat floated away.

Mitzi frowned. “Rocky…” She said in a disapproving tone.

Rocky looked at her and raised his hands.

“Sorry Miss M. I slipped!, Wicks all together. Right? Ol’ sport!” Rocky patted the Northern on the back.

“Y-y-yea. I'm fine Mitzi! Just have to change later….:”

Freckle and Ivy looked at each other.

“One way to kick off the day…” Ivy said, as Freckle feared what was next…

As all this took Place, Mordecai and the savoys watched.

Mordecai disguise as some old man with a blue plaid shirt and tan slacks with dark brown Cane, with a comically long beard that reached his ankles. With his signature prince nez on his face. Along with a pair of binoculars on a golden extension.

While Nico and serafine were a whole different level of….

“Inconspicuous”

Both had some white 17th century servant outfit on with matching white wig for both.

With Serafine in a male servant's outfit. with black shoes, white stockings, white pants, shirt and of course wig and puffy shirt cuffs.

Nico on the other hand wore a very large dress, with black heels, red lipstick, face powder and umbrella.

“Cher…you funny, ye’ know dat?” ” Serafine said to Mordecai. As she walked on one side of Mordecai and her brother the other.

All 3 ignoring the funny looks and recoiling reactions of passersby.

“That fumbling idiot!”

Mordecai yell-whispers under his breath watching the “Boat-a-anigans” between Rocky and company and Wick and Mitzi.

“Ohh deer, hope de’ fine.” Nico said, putting a hand over his mouth and Shaking his head back and forth.

Mordecai Clenched his fist and his tail swayed in agitation.

(that bastard does not deserve Rose, i should hang by his own intestines…)

"Dieser Bastard hat Rose nicht verdient, ich sollte an seinen eigenen Eingeweiden hängen …”

Mordecai spoke German, to which the savoys could
Only take bits and pieces.

But, from what they could gather. The girl was a relative, at the very least.

(Do you think she's his girlfriend?)

“Tu penses que c'est sa petite amie ?”

Serafine whispers to her brother, to which he shook his head.

(No, he's too prickly. Aunt?)

“Non, il est trop irritable. Tante ?”

(Nah, too young. Probably his sister…)

“Non, trop jeune. Probablement sa sœur.”

Serafine said, to which Nico agreed.

(yeah i see it....wonder if there's any more of them?)

“ouais, je le vois....je me demande s'il y en a d'autres ?”

Sera shrugged, but also smirked, both siblings having a sinister idea…

Nico leaned his head over to Mordecai, his tall wig almost touching the top of Mordecai's head.

Mordecai was muttering some about: ‘How long it will take for Rose to dry, clean and get her fur in perfect order’

“Pekon, since were watching this girl you care so much about-”

“WAS!!!???! NO, WE ARE NOT RELATED WHAT-SO-EVER! WHERE DID YOU GET THAT POPASTRIOUS IDEA!?!”

“I never said-”

“KEEP YOUR UNINTELLIGENT AND WITLESS THOUGHTS WITHIN THE CHAMBERS OF YOUR OWN MIND, THIS IS NO TIME FOR FOOLISHNESS!”

Serafine leaned down.

“Keep it don’ Pekon, she might hear you.”

Sera pointed to the trio of couples, as they reached shore, with Wick saying something about getting some new clothes for himself, Rocky and Rose.

With Rose gazing at them for a second, before she was called over by the group.

Sighing Mordecai rubbed his temples.

“...if we were related, and let’s say there was another sister, what does it matter to you?”

Nico and Serafine both smiled wickedly.

Nico went first.

“Well, bein’ such a gentlemen that i am-”

He said, (albeit; being in the most NON GENTLEMEN OUTFIT KNOWN TO FELINE KIND.)

“I would love to take ye’ dear sister on a lovely date and sure her much love-”

“WHAT!!!!”

Moredecai shouted in plain English this time, drawing several odd looks and stares.

“Wat’ de’ matter? Your family clearly doesn't lack in the looks department. you're pretty, she’s pretty and the rest of ye’ are probably pretty, pretty. Hell I would've gave ye’ a shot a long time ago, but since ye’ so dam’ prickly I didn't bother.”

Mordecai looked at him like he just recited ancient spell, looking at Serafine she nodded as well.

“S’ true. I feel the same way…though, I wouldn't mind courting one of ye’ sisters either, cher.”

Mordecai was stunned, looking between the 2, they chucked at him as he ran a hand down his face.

“Mein gott…”

Meanwhile:

Wick, Rose, and Rocky all emerged from a cloth shop with new, and most importantly; dry clothes.

Out of wick’s pockets, of course.

“Ah, that feels much better. Wouldn’t you say?” Wick asked Rocky and Rose, with Rose responding with a hum, and Rocky a wide toothed smile…..much to Wick’s fright.

Meeting up with the others, the 6 decided continued on to their next stop….

That being the Photo Booth.

Wick and Mitzi went first, then freckle and Ivy, and then finally Rocky and Rose.

“Hahaha, r-Rocky!”

Rocky dug his face into her neck, smiling like an idiot.

SNAP! The picture was taken,

As they did this, the rest watched them.

“They look quite happy, don’t you think?”

Mitzi gestured to the other 3, Wick hummed.

“Quite so, such a nice couple I say.”

Ivy stifled a laugh.

“What’s funny?” Mitzi asked curiously

Ivy wiped some tears away.

“S-s-sorry, just ... .of all the people, those 2 don't consider themselves a couple…”

Wick raised a brow.

“Huh? But-”

Surprisingly, Freckle spoke up.

“don't mention it around Rocky, he gets really loud and starts shaking like a jackhammer…”

Freckle shivvers, thinking about earlier that day with the motor-cop.
Puzzled, Wick turned to Ivy.

“Yeah, Rose ain't much better. You start talking about ‘how cute they look together’ she starts getting all red and starts acting like a little, shy-puppy dog. It’s adorable…but yeah, quite the shame they can't recognize how good they look together.”

Mitzi nodded in agreement.

“Yes, honey. The shame indeed…." Mitzi began to scheme, but They had to wrap up their conversation when the duro arrived.

“What's a shame?” Rocky asked, arm around Rose.

Mitzi smiled.

“Shame the ice cream place closes so early, but since you 2 are finished we may reach it in time!”

Rocky and Rose both beamed at the same time.

“ICE CREAM!?!?” they shouted in unison, Mitzi slowly nodded, and without being told twice

The un-official couple sped off like gitty children.

Ivy giggled and Wick smiled as well.

“Youth never changes, don't you think Mitzi?”

“Oh why, yes…”

Mitzi looked over at Ivy and gave her a wink.

It was at the moment Ivy got the idea and smiled.

Running up to the ice cream parlor, Rose and Rocky got their ice creams first, Followed by Ivy and Freckle and Wick and Mitzi.

Rose had Strawberry and Rocky Chocolate chip.

“MMm, this is some good ice cream!”

“It is!, i remember the first time i tasted ice cream, i was 4 and we were going down 6th and-”

As she spoke, she ignored her ice cream, which proceeded to drip onto her chin and mouth.

“Oh, let me get that for you-”

Rocky reached down with his thumb, and started whipping some of it away. This caused Rose to hitch her breathe and freeze, as did Rocky once he noticed this.

The 2 stayed frozen for a second, both growing increasingly red. But neither dared to move.

Ivy and Mitzi both watched intently as Wick and Freckle side eyed each other, before going back to their cones.

Slowly, Rocky made the first move, he learned forward, his hand going down and cupped her cheek.

Rose’s heart rate increased and she suddenly felt very hot.

“R-rocky?” he did not respond, only continuing his slow, deliberate movements.

Rose stayed where she was, not moving away nor moving forward.

“EEP, he’s going for it!” Ivy bumped Mitzi with her elbow and Mitzi agreed.

“It seems so-”

BANG!

Several seconds earlier:

“Oi! Look at dat’ seems ol’ crazy going for de’ first kiss.” Serafine pointed out to her brother.

“Dat’s’ nice- CHER NON!!!”

Mordecai, upon seeing the display of affection TOWARDS HIS SISTER. Immediately drew his gun was about to shoot Rocky, but Serafine and Nico quickly tackled him, as he was only able to fire one shot off, soaring past the 2 lovers head and hitting a passing Virgil in the foot.

“YOWWW!” he hopped on one foot as the Rocky and Rose both jumped back from one each other, startled by the shot,

Looking over, they saw Mordecai being carried away by Nico.

“Hehehe, everythings fin’ folks, just need to get him back home.” Serafine said, as Mordecai fummed in Gemran.

(That nasty-no-good-son-of-a-Madam! How dare he kiss my sister!. he could have syphilis, smallpox, the flu, THE BUBONIC PLAGUE-)

“Dieser gemeine, schreckliche Sohn einer Madame! Wie wagt er es, meine Schwester zu küssen! Er könnte Syphilis, Pocken, die Grippe, DIE BEULENPEST haben -”

Nico shoved the fake beard into his mouth.

“I don't know what you're saying, but be quiet, please?” Mordecai ignored Nico and continued his muffled rant.

“Whoa, everybody all right?” Wick asked around., Ivy and Freckle said yes as did Mitzi.

“Rocky, are you and Miss Rose alright?”

Rocky turned his head and responded to him:

“Y-yes we are! Quite so if i might add.”

“Ok then, well i think today has been eventful enough, let's head on home, don't you agree Mitzi?”

“Yes, I am feeling a bit tired. Ivy, Calvin would you-”

As Miss M spoke to Ivy and freckle, Rose felt like she was going to explode.

Turning Rocky saw her still red and sweaty face, one particular thought swirling around.

“Rose, what's wrong?”

Flinching, she everted eye contact.

“I-um-a….y-y-your hand…” she said barely above a whisper, but Rocky understood.

Looking down, he saw he was indeed interlocked with her hand.

Blushing himself, he removed it.

Much to Rose’s Disheartening.

“P-p-perhaps today has been quite eventful, come Rose. Let's go home…”

Some hours later:

Wick and Mitzi parted ways in Wick’s car, and Ivy and Freckle were dropped off back near Campus,

Now. It was just Rose and Rocky left.

Parking in front of her residence, Rocky turned to face her.

“We’ll, I guess this is the end of the line…”

Rose fidgeted for a second before speaking up.

“R-R-Rocky, I-i wanted to say that…that…that…”

Words seemed to fail her and her eyes fell to the floor.

“Rose? What’s wrong, what did you want to-“

All other thoughts left Rose’s mind except one.

she reached and grabbed Rocky's bright Orange tie.

Pulling hard on it, he could only let out a small sound of surprise before his lips met hers.

Rocky stayed stiff for a moment before relaxing and bringing his hands to her shoulder and neck.

Several seconds passed as the lovers kissed one another, before Rose pulled away. her hands falling down to Rocky’s chest, she looked up into his eyes, her face dark with a desire she couldn’t hide anymore.

“I need you…Rocky ... .I need you…”

Rocky smiled.

“I’m happy to oblige, Rose.”

Chapter Text

SLAM! The door to Rose's room is bust open as Rose and Rocky come inside, lips pressed against each other.

the wet sounds of their lips and rustling of clothes enveloping the room.

Rocky carry’s Rose in his arms as she wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

Eyes closed as she kisses him deep, he does the same.

Reaching the bed, the 2 fall onto it. Making the bed squeak in a way that would’ve normally made them blush from the implications:

but they didn’t care.

Rose groans as she feels the heat inside intensify, her hands start to roam, drawing circles around Rocky’s back before sliding over his shoulders and then pressing up against his chest.

Rocky pulls away first for air, Rose craves more but she too also needs air.

The 2 breathe short and fast.

“you look beautiful, Rose. your the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on“

Rocky complemented, pushing a strand of black hair behind her ear, the ghost of his fingers sending electric shocks pulsating through her body.

‘Is this how it feels to be loved?’ she thought to herself.

Feeling how his hands traced her jawline, all the way to her lips.

“How could you be with someone like me?”

Rocky asked, expressing his self doubts.

Rose gave a small, reassuring smile.

Taking one of her hands and placing it on his face, gently creasing his fur.

“Because you're you. you're funny, charming, goofy, caring, romantic, the sun that takes up my entire universe. But most importantly-“

She leaned her head up, brushing her lips against his ear, sending chills down his spine.

Whispering.

“You're the man I love…” the warm breath of her voice making him melt inside

Rocky was Starstruck, words seem to fail him as Rose chuckled to herself, giving a kiss to his ear, and several more as she worked her way down.

“I…...I love you too. Rose”

Rocky surprised himself with how naturally it seemed to flow from his mouth, Rose was more than happy.

“I know you do, RoRo~” she whispered in his ear again, calling him a name she thought was cute.

The 2 came together again, slowly but far more passionate.

And the passion would only grow as the night dragged on…..

Several hours later:

The 2 lovers lay cuddled together on the single bed, the 2 naked bodies covered by the same sheets they confess their love in.

Rose laid atop Rocky. arms wrapped around him, head nestled into his chest. Sleeping soundly.

Rocky laid comfortably below her, gently running his fingers through her hair.

He wasn’t far behind her, they were both exhausted.

‘She looks so beautiful,’ he thought to himself.

Letting his eyes drift a moment, they came across a photo.

A family photo.

It appeared to be Rose, her mother, her sister and…..wait…..hold on….thats-

“Mmm. Mordecai….come back…”

Rose said in her sleep, Startling Rocky.

Looking down, he saw her bury herself deeper into his fur, sounds of discomfort admitting from her.

Rocky instinctively held her close, which seemed to calm her down.

“Mordecai ... .i found you….we” she said, smiling stupidly in her sleep.

Rocky gave a small smile as well, caressing her.

“Yes dear, you surely have.”

Rocky said to himself, his eyes drifting back to the photo on her nightstand…Photo of Mordecai.

Chapter Text

July 4, 7:10 AM, Oklahoma & Missouri Express, Union station.

Benson Shelton was a busy man, being CEO of a train company and all that jazz…

But he also liked to drink, and party.

And the 4th of July was no exception.

“C.K.!”

The brown cougar, with white sideburns and grayish blue eyes. Called, tying his golden tie while looking in the mirror.

Almost instantaneously a white and black spotted feline, with mid length black hair appeared.

“Yes sir?” She asked in her mid Atlantic accent, holding a clipboard and a cup of coffee.

“Put a call to my friend Sedgewick, see if he’s free today, I’m not going out to celebrate the 4th without at least having a friend or 2 by my side!”

She rolled her eyes while a small smile appeared on her face.

“I’m sure he is…you really want me to call him? I can almost predict the answer…”

Finishing up with his tie, he turned to face her.

Putting one finger up.

“That may be true Catherine, however. If my time as a logistics officer has taught me anything, no one day is the same. And besides, I thought you liked Lacy?”

He asked, putting on his blue suit jacket and brown leather watch.

“I do, she’s far more fun to talk to then you’ll ever be…”

He laughed.

“Careful now! You’re talking to youa’ boss!”

Benson let his country, Oklahoma dialect slip. Much to the amusement of Catherine.

“Of course Mr. Shelton.”

She made herself out, heading to the telephone….

Ringgg!!! Ringgg!!! Ringgg-

“Sable quarry Company.”

Lacy Hardt, Sable’s secretary asked, her voice monotone and emotionless, half empty cup of coffee sitting dangerously close to the edge of her desk.

“Lacy! How are you?”

Lacy perked up slightly upon hearing Ctherines voice.

“Cathie? Nice for you to call, I'm doing good. what about you?”

“Good! Say, is Sedgewick available? Shelton is looking forward to having a friend tag along on his escapade this 4th of July, and he’s asked me to ask you about Wick's calandra situation…"

The lady glanced over at the calendar. out of all the meetings, employe disputes, and worker strikes….nothing appeared to be on the calendar today.

“Appears he is, I’ll pass it along.”

“Thanks Lacy, I’ll do the same, good day!”

“Good bye…” Lacy said before hanging up the phone.

Meanwhile: Wicks estate.

Rose and Viktor were outside, in the fields of Wick’s house. with Rose cutting Viktor's hair.

“Stay still Viktor! I’m almost done!”

Viktor groaned.

“You say 5 time already…”

“Yes, but I’m almost done for REAL now. Just got to clip this…”

Rose clipped a little more of his facial fur before finishing up with a firm stroke of her hair comb.

Now finally finished, before grabbing a small mirror and showing it to him.

“Ta-Da!”

Gone was his trademark beard, in its place now was a clean shave.

His hair was also trimmed and combed back.

(Hello dear reader! Writer here, just wanted to leave a quick note, if you're having a hard time with the mental image. Just imagine Arthur Morgan with a clean shave and short hair, anyways back to the story (:

Viktor was….less then enthusiastic.

“Ehhh, I look….uhhh-“

“Stunning is what it is! You look 12 years younger! all the ladies would want a a price of you~”

“I’m married…”

“Oh….well, she doesn’t have to know~.”

She smiled in a cheeky way while Viktor looked at her disapprovingly.

“Rose-”

“Anyways, let’s get you out of this chair. The others are waiting”

Viktor groaned to himself, while Rose un-clipped her barber cape from around his neck

Revealing his black tux and bow tie.

“I have to wear this? Feel like pressure cooker”

Viktor tugged at the suit, Rose stopped him.

“Don’t do that! You know how long it took us to find the right size?”

“4 days…”

“Yes! I had to go all the way to Eastern Illinois to get it!”

She shook her head at the memory, the long, long trip to retrieve that suit ... .getting back on track she reached and opened the bathroom door, to the outside world.

“….and this here is a Blatodea!, otherwise known as a cockroach, isn’t it just fascinating!?”

Wick showed off the taxidermied insect to Ivy, along with a row of other species of insects of all
Shapes and sizes.

Ivy Contorted at the sight, recoiling in disgust.

“Yuck! How do you find this stuff interesting?”

“What? What’s wrong with a 6 legged creature that can detect sound through its antenna that flies at such a speed you have the feeling to jump out a window just to escape it?”

“…..everything you just said….”

“Oh…we’ll, I do have some nice stone to look at-“

Just as he was saying that, Viktor and Rose came out of the bathroom.

Ivy sighed in relief before smiling brightly at the newly shaved Slav.

“Is that you Viktor? Wow you look 20 years younger!, not that I’m saying your old
Or anything, but you look good!”

“I don’t veel good…”

“Oh come on Viktor, stop being such a baby. Tell you what- after it’s all said and over we’ll let you have the whole rest of the day to yourself, happy now?”

Rose put her hands on her hips as she looked up at him, he stayed silent for a moment, pondering before sighing.

“That’s what I thought, now, where are Rocky and Freckle?”

Wick checked his watch before answering.

“Should be here in a couple of minutes, would you ladies like some Coffee? I made more than I could drink so you can have as much as you like…”

“Thank you Wick, I need a little jump-start anyways.”

Ivy said, letting her shoulders drop and ears flatten before she rubbed her head with tiredness.

Rose nodded in agreement while Viktor let out a low growl upon the mention of Rocky and Freckle, his upper lip vibrating with irritation.

Much to the annoyance of Rose.

“Oh what is it this time? Are the air particles too small?”

“Rocky, Calvin, vot good vor girls, both stupid…“

Rose Chuckled . “Oh really? Well I guess me and Ivy are just dummies, huh? Dummies in love with dummies~”

Viktor let out a sigh before accepting the “unfortunate” turn of events, following the girls and Wick into the dining room for some coffee.

20 minutes later:

After getting their fill of Coffee, the 2 women and 2 men departed and waltzed over to Wick's car, to which Biz. Wicks driver. Had already pulled up and simply waited for them….

But at the same time, a mysterious 1927 bugatti type 37 pulled up on the dirt road,

stopping just behind some bushes.

In the driver's seat was a goldfish yellow Asian cat, with Triad tattoos on his arms and neck, wearing a light pink button up with brown trousers and yellow tinted glasses.

He smoked a pipe as he watched the 4 cats pile into the car, watching as the car pulled onto the dirt road and started its way to St. Louis…watching Ivy in particular, and Viktor, hatred seething from him.

Letting out a low growl, he looked down at a picture of ivy, 3 years Prior, standing on his right, smiling. He stood on her left, arm around her waist, also smiling….the picture now vandalized with a giant red ‘X’ across Ivy.

Poking his long, sharp claw through it he chuckled bitterly.

“母狗, you’ll pay for what you and HE did to me…”

He whispered, shifting the car into gear with his leg, which moved awkwardly due to its injury, his right hand deformed from the same traumatic injury.

He followed them, all the way into St. Louis….

Chapter Text

Lackadaisy:

“…Whiskey in the jar…”

Rocky hummed to himself happily, looking at his reflection in the mirror, as he adjusted his tie and hair. his reflection smiling back at him.

The night before was one of the best for the Speakeasy since Atlas was around, 30-75 Cats showed up last night!

Far from the golden days, but a hell of a lot better than it’s been for the last few months, plus Rocky and the band got some decent tips too! help
Of their wealthy customers of course…

At the moment Rocky was getting himself all right and proper for the 4th of July celebrations, he had just got his suit back from the cleaners, polished his violin, and even bought a present for his girlfriend.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled a small black box with a red bow on top of it, flipping it open revealing a small silver ring with a tiny diamond on top.

Rocky smiled fondly, taking the small jewel with his left hand and looking at it.

“My sweet, sweet Rose…what would
I do without you?”

He spoke longingly as he felt the ring between his fingers.

He was deeply in love with Rose, and he couldn’t imagine a world without her. He loved her, and he wanted to be with her forever. He wanted to be her husband-

“Whatcha’ got there?”

The voice of Zib made Rocky jump in surprise and hide the ring behind his back, turning around he was met with Zib leaning on the wall, knowing smirk on his face.

“Z-Zib! Gosh, I didn’t even hear you….w-what are you talking about?”

Rocky gave a sheepish smile and Zib just chuckled, walking over to the young man. Putting a hand on his shoulder and smiling.

“Why so shy? I don’t bite, come on Rocky, you can tell me!”

Rocky blushed softly before exhaling a breath and showing Zib the ring.

Zib looked at the price of jewelry then at Rocky, who was keen on just studying the floor of the cave.

“You really love her, huh?”

Zib asked in a tone Rocky had heard him speak in very rare moments.

Rocky closed his eyes for a moment, before smiling and looking Zib straight in the eye.

“Yes, yes I do. My love is as infinite as the stars above…”

Zib looked him up and down, before smiling to himself. Patting him on the shoulder.

“Good man, you know though…I never took you for the husband type…” Zib said, walking away, Rocky in pursuit.

“H-H-Husband! Blasphemy! Where did you get such an idea?!?”

Zib cocked a brow.

“Oh really? So that ring is just for show, huh?” he said as he and Rocky emerged on stage, the rest of the band either tended to their instruments or just lazed about. They greeted the 2 as they came on stage.

“Hey Zib, hey Rocky. You and that girl are still together?” Sy asked before Mozzie butted in.

“A frog don’t count you know, that’s only in fairytales!”

“Anit his fault he’s that ugly!”

JJ added on to Mozzie's teasing comment, and the whole band burst into laughter.

Rocky blushed a deeper shade of red, the heat radiating off of him like a wood oven,
Grumbling under his breath.

Zib picked up on this, and as he retrieved his saxophone and passed Rocky his Violin case.

“Dont mind them Rocky. They just jealous that they can’t keep a girl's attention longer than they can play a tune.”

Zib said, with Sy Scoffing.

“You’re one to talk, what happened to you and Mitzi again?”

“Same thing that happened between you and I, Sy.” Zib winked at the man, whose eyes widened before turning his head away.

The band all looked at each other, knowing the inside meaning behind the comment.

Walt leaned over to Ben.

“Word on the street, that girl is Mordecai’s sister. Christ, the kid's more looney than we thought!”

Ben scoffed, shaking his head.

“Jesus, he better pray Ol’ Joe don’t hear about it, or…”

Ben did a knife slitting motion across his neck.

“Well the Boy did always seem to attract more mishap then girls, though you gotta admit, things alike attract alike.…”

Sy said, recovering from his brief stint of embarrassment from earlier.

Rocky on the other hand was battling with his inner demons, trying to keep from either bursting into a full blown spring or just withering into nothing. And Zib caught on.

“Ok boys, that’s enough. Go back to whatever you were doing before I decide to start knocking off heads…”

Even though it was an empty threat, that seemed to work, as the band lost their nerve and went back to what they were doing earlier.

“Come on Rocky, let’s head over here…” Zib brought Rocky over to the bar, out of earshot from the teasing band.

Rocky sniffled, wiping his eyes from a few embarrassed induced tears.

“I’m sorry Zib, I-“

“Hey! You don’t have to be sorry for anything kid, they're just being jerks. Per usual….but if you want to know what I think, I think you and her are alright….”

Rocky’s mood was instantly lifted.

“You really think so???”

“I mean, you went and bought a ring to propose to her, so I’m gonna go out on a limb and say I’m pretty sure…”

Rocky smiled before looking at the ring, then back at Zib.

“Do you think she’ll say yes? I just- gosh I just don’t know…”

Rocky let his inner doubts be known.

“We’ll. you’ve been dating her for the better part of a year, you hugged her, you kissed her, you….you know….snu-snu?”

Zib raised his left eye brow up and down.

Rocky turned red again, before whispering a small, almost inaudible”Yes” from his lips.

Zib smirked.

“Rigggght. Come on, relax a little. if she can be with you for half a year, she can be with you for half a century, just a word of advice. From personal experience. Make sure you keep your head and your body in check, don’t want Little Rocky’s running all about the place.”

Rocky also smirked, thinking about his time with Rose.

“I'll have to work on that one, but anyways, Thanks for the insight Zib, but if you’ll excuse me I have a date to get to-”

Rocky parted ways with Zib, grabbing his violin and making his way to the door, where he saw Horatio.

“Hey Rocky! I hope you and Miss Rose have a good 4th of July.”

He said happily, opening the door for him.

The change of tone made Rocky smile in return.

“Thank you Horatio, I wish you well too.”

Walking up the secret staircase he stepped out into the Cafe. It was currently closed and traffic was light so somebody seeing anything was low.

In said Cafe was Freckle, sipping on a bottle of Cola.

Smiling Rocky returned to his normal demeanor.

“Cousin! how you been!?”

Freckle jumped in surprise before looking at his blue eyed cousin.

“Good, Mom said that I could go out with some friends…..I didn’t mention anything about you.”

Rocky's smile widened as he patted his Cousin on the back.

“Good man! Nice clothes by the way!”

Rocky commented on Freckles' jacket and Fedora to which Freckle replied.

“It was my dad’s, so I thought I would wear it for a change.”

Freckle stood up from his seat and faced his cousin.

“Mitzi’s waiting in the car, you ready?”

Rocky nodded.

“Lovely! and I must say. You have grown quite a lot, in the face and the confidence department.”

Rocky noted, opening the door open for his younger relative.

“Really? Didn’t even notice.”

“Exactly…”

Rocky locked the door and walked with him to their Red automobile.

Meanwhile:

Biz drove the car at a steady pace amongst the early morning traffic, Wick sat next to him blabbering about rocks and other things he found interesting, while Viktor sat helplessly between Rose and Ivy, as the 2 girls transferred with one another.

“…and then Freckle comes and gives me this adorable little necklace! A boy has never given me a necklace before!”

“That’s so sweet! Freckle is such a nice guy. ”

“He is! And what about you? What has Rocky given you?”

Rose thought for a moment before replying.

“Nothing, other than his love and attention, nothing…”

Rose said, very content in that regard.

“Really? I thought he would’ve showered you with flowers or something…”

“Oh he has! More than once….it got kind of tiresome so I asked him to stop. His love is more then enough for me, no amount of gifts will ever change that.”

Rose fondly says, thinking about him now.

Ivy giggled, happy her new friend had found someone who loved her.

All the while Viktor was thinking of all the ways to murder Freckle and Rocky.

Strangle? No, too vuch work.

Stab? No, Too messy.

Throw from window?, Vaybe…

Blow head off? Yes, vat seems good…

As he thought, however. he saw a glint of light out of the corner of his eye, turning around he saw the Type 27, still following them. With the chianmen behind the wheel, staring intently. Viktor had seen the car earlier when they first left Wick’s house, Viktor didn’t think much about it then. But seeing it now was making him feel uneasy….as was Biz, who adjusted his rear view mirror as they drove.

“Something wrong Biz?”

Wick asked, looking behind them to see the same car and the same man.

“This car has been following us since we left, sir…”

The driver stated, shifting the car into the next gear, speeding up some.

The type 27 sped up some.

Viktor growled.

“Uhhhh, guys???” Ivy asked concerns, as Rose also
Took notice of the car.

Wick nearly saw it as a minor inconvenience.

“Oh dear, it seems we might need to shake this tail, Biz won’t you please?”

Biz nodded his head.

“Of course sir…”

(Que Free bird music in 3.
2. 1….)

Biz shifted the car into high gear, quickly turning to the right sharply and down a one way street, cars honked and slammed on brakes as the Chinese man followed them.

Gritting his teeth as he weaved in and out of traffic behind the car, his free hand reaching into the glove box for something.

“Jesus Christ!”

Ivy yelled in surprise as her, Viktor and Rose were tossed around like ragdolls.

Even Viktor felt uneasy as they nearly avoided head on collision after head on collision.

Wick however was quite calm, closing his eyes briefly as Biz reach the end of the street and turned left.

Just as he did-

BOOM!!!!

A massive explosion ripples through the street, as a giant fireball explodes from a small antique shop, sending glass, bricks and cats flying. Several were blown right off their feet due to the blast.

Turning behind them, the Chinese man reloads his modified flare gun, having one hand on the wheel. He used the other to fish out another small, round explosive, dropping it inside, he flicked the flare gun back up and took aim.

“Holy shit!?!?, he’s shooting rockets at us!”

Ivy said in complete terror, as Rose kept a somewhat better composure, brows knitting together as Viktor instinctively held both close….

As the chase continued, they passed a parked police car.

There, Dom Drago, the treasury officer. And 2 St. Louis cops, one of which being the officer Rocky ran off the road some months prior. We’re taken off guard by the blast, and soon by the 2 speeding automobiles.

“God damn! Let’s get 'em’!”

Dom Yelled, jumping into the backseat as the 2 St. Louis cops jumped up front, single
Red light and siren blaring as the ford burned rubber, joining the chase.

“Hmmm, seems we have company.”

Wick said with calmness as the Chinese man fired another explosive, this time taking out a horse drawn wagon. The horse was unharmed, as was the driver, but the wagon was toasted….

The horse and driver (who jumped onto the horse) rode away unharmed as the burning wagon drifted in front of the police car.

“Look out!”

Dom yelled before he and the front passengers ducked, crashing through the wagon, burning prices of wood landed on top of the car and onto the street.

Popping back up, a model 8 was in Drago’s hands.

“This guy is gonna kill somebody!, call for backup, I’ll see what I can do…”

Dom said, sticking his upper side out the window before he started shooting at the Type 27.

“Dispatch, this is car 55, we are in pursuit of armed suspects, requesting assistance.”

The cop in the passenger seat said into his radio, and seconds later 2 more police cars and a motorbike joined them.

The Chinese driver jumped at the gunshots being fired at him, misfiring his flare gun and sending a rocket straight into a parked car-

….“And this is your new car? It’s a piece of junk!”

“Ey! She is NOT a piece of junk, she’s a work of art!”

2 cat brothers, one a long hair blue, the other a short hair blue. Argued the younger, long haired one leaned up against the car.

She was called “The empress…”
Misspelled and faded from years and years on the road.

The car itself was old as dust, a white model T, it was rusted TO THE HUB- barely holding itself together as the brother leaned on it.

“The empress? Empress of what? Decay?????”

“You know I never got that either, it was a part of some traveling band down in New Orleans, I got it. Listen to this….10 dollars!”

“This piece of shit ain't worth 10 cents…”

The younger brother rolled his eyes.

“Your just jealous I got a car before you, and besides, it runs and drive-“

BOOOOM!!! The misfired rocket blows the car to smithereens, before the small army of automobiles sped by,

sending up a cloud of dust and illuminating the 2 brothers, covered in ash, who open their eyes and cough.

The younger brother looked at the model T, only to see the sole surviving piece of the car was the crudely painted “Empress” panel, laying perfectly up right on the ground.

“God damn it…”

“10 dollars down the drain…”

Meanwhile Biz proceeds to drive onto the sidewalk.

“ThIsSSs iSss NOt hoW I InVisOneD mY dayYYyYY!!!”

Rose said as she and her 2 companions bumped up and down in the back seat.

“YoUUU DOnt SaYYyYyY…”

Ivy responded, Viktor didn’t say much.

The Chinese cat reloaded again; before turning his attention to the cops behind him instead.

The cops with Drago saw this, and the passenger pulled on the Federal agent.

“Get in here!!!!” The cop yelled as the Triad fired, the rocket nearly missing Don’s head, and instead hitting the engine bay of the car behind them.

The front of the cop car is a mangled mess of metal and automobile fluids, the cops inside are winded just as the police car behind them can’t stop in time and slams into the back of them.

Flying into the air, the squad car smashes through a taxi cab and then a small group of motorcycles before coming to a halt, the motor cop swerves before falling to the ground and sliding into the wrecked cop cars…

At the same time, Biz turned back onto the street and cut off a Trahs truck, the trahs truck swerved and sideswiped a passing trolly, the trolley jumps the tracks and starts to slide down the street, blocking the entire road.

The triad member turns back, sees the trolly and swerves to the left, going off a bridge and into the Mississippi…

“LOOK OUT!” Dom yelled, and the driver slammed on brakes…

The car crashes into the trolly, and nearly plows through it. Stopping just before they could….

With the dust settling, the 3 officers picked themselves up, as the trolley's passengers rushed to check on them…