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entrancewayBoardwalk Mars
Jun. 22nd, 2013 10:33 pmAs far as Veronica Mars was concerned, there were only two problems with Prohibition. The first, that it made it a damn sight harder to get a drink in this town. The second, the morally-superior birds that Veronica found it hard to stomach at the best of times.
This was not the best of times.
Three years she'd had her license. One of the few female PIs in the country. Her dad's lackey before that. She'd lit out on her own. West Coast to East Coast. Just wanted to get the hell out of Neptune, California, a mint of a city that'd been stepped on, chewed up, spat out, and stepped on again.
She hadn't expected cases to come pouring in, of course. And when she did get a case, it was usually another adultery affair. Heh. Adultery affair.
But this one was different. This one could get her hose darned for the next decade. If the morally superior federal government's checks didn't bounce. All she had to do was work out this operation, get proof Nucky and his boys were up to no good, and she'd be good as gold.
Of course, she had to do the legwork on this one. It'd taken her a matter of a day working the usual spots to get the password for this joint, and now she's standing in some swanky digs wearing some almost-equally-swanky clothes. She ignores the entertainment for the evening, and notes the customers instead. Who to get talking first...
This was not the best of times.
Three years she'd had her license. One of the few female PIs in the country. Her dad's lackey before that. She'd lit out on her own. West Coast to East Coast. Just wanted to get the hell out of Neptune, California, a mint of a city that'd been stepped on, chewed up, spat out, and stepped on again.
She hadn't expected cases to come pouring in, of course. And when she did get a case, it was usually another adultery affair. Heh. Adultery affair.
But this one was different. This one could get her hose darned for the next decade. If the morally superior federal government's checks didn't bounce. All she had to do was work out this operation, get proof Nucky and his boys were up to no good, and she'd be good as gold.
Of course, she had to do the legwork on this one. It'd taken her a matter of a day working the usual spots to get the password for this joint, and now she's standing in some swanky digs wearing some almost-equally-swanky clothes. She ignores the entertainment for the evening, and notes the customers instead. Who to get talking first...
