1929, Chicago. The streets are littered with the scent of smuggled alcohol, sin and jazz. It aint safe to walk around without a gun in your trousers. One thing that was certain, it was bad to be black but it was good to be a smuggler. Luckily for Huey P. Freeman, he was both.

Shoving a toothpick into his mouth, he leaned against a light post, keeping his coat wrapped around him warmly. Taking out the silver pocket watch, he clicked his teeth when he saw how late his brother was.

"Ten minutes,"

His eyes popped open when he heard the sounds of wheels screeching against the slippery road as it made a sharp turn a few blocks away. Lights flashed through the black and not a minute later, a rickety car came screeching to a hault just infront of Huey's feet. He shoved the watch back into his pocket and flicked away his tooth pick, climbing into the car. Riley scooted over to the passenger side and let Huey take the wheel.

"What took you so damn long?" He asked, putting his foot on the gas. Riley pulled out his new gun and loaded it quickly.

"Just drive," Riley told him. As if on cue, sirens were forming in the distance, making Huey curse again.

"You let the cops know!?"

"Aye! Aint ma' fault som'bodeh snitched!" Riley snapped, looking the rearview mirror to see if the police were getting closer, "Lose em,"

Huey smacked his lips and pulled a sharp turn that nearly tossed the car on two wheels, Riley leaned half of his body out of the vehicle and fired rapidly at the police cars. The sirens making great targets to see in the dark night.

The items in the backseat rattled and clanged as the car was floored and going as fast as it could. Huey took every turn he could, trying to shake the police officers off of their tale.

"So who snitched?"

Riley popped another cap and loaded quickly, tucking his head to avoid getting a piercing in his forehead, "Frankie. But dun' worry. I took care 'a em,"

Huey cursed again and took another turn, the wheels skidding on the thin layer of water making the car take control for a moment. When it fell back on the other two wheels, they shook. Riley's body was flown back into the car, his back slamming against Huey's shoulder. Huey shoved him off, sending him almost flying out of the car. Riley grabbed onto the side mirror with one hand, his other grabbing the back of his fedora to keep it from flying off his head. His feet latching onto the edge of the seat and the rest of his body hovering to dangle out of the car.

Two more clips were sent flying his way. He some how managed to not get hit and fired three shots out of his own gun. Two collided with one of the police cars, the tire exploded and sent the black and white vehicle to go hydroplaning into another car. The two went off the road, making Riley smirk and slam his body back into the safety of his own car.

"Dag! Did you SEE that!?" He cackled, "Woo! Talk bout-"

"Take care of the other one for you start bragging," Huey told him, tossing him a new revolver from his coat pocket. Riley snatched it in mid air and nearly jumped out of the car again, firing all six shots at once.

A bullet shattered the windshield and must have collided with the driver because the car started swaying violently until it flew off the road and smacked into a light post.

"Fuck yeah! That's how tha Freeman Brothah's do!" Riley roared, slamming his body back into his seat. Huey smirked and bumped fists with his brother in agreement.

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They parked in the back of Caesar's, a quaint cafe that they worked at. Huey and the owner had been good friends since they were kids and went to work for his family's establishment when the Caesar's father died.

THe thing was, there was a secret tunnel behind the freezer that lead to the swinging-est night club in all of the country. They were doin it big on account of the new laws against liquor.

Huey and Riley were Caesar's get em guys. They smuggled the alcohol better than any other mob boss at the time. They did their job good. Real good.

Riley banged on the back door twice and walked back over to the back of the car to help his brother unload the crates. The door to the cafe flew open and out walked a very worried Caesar, he marched over to the Freemans with a sick look on his face.

"I heard sirens and gun shots! Everything okay?" He wanted to know, making his way to the back of the car to survey the damages, "Damn! The bumper nearly tore off!"

"We're okay, too, Buddy," Huey muttered sarcastically as he placed down a crate. Caesar smacked his teeth.

"Please," He rolled his eyes, "I know you're okay. You're always okay,"

Caesar whistled loudly, earning the response of two older white males to walk outside and take the crates inside the building. Caesar patted both Huey and Riley on the back and ushered them inside.

"How about a couple for the road? My treat,"

"Mighty neighborly o' yah," Riley smirked.

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Walking into the club, Riley and Huey both took off their hats and coats in unison, pulling the coats over their arms. No doubt the boys had class. It was just something that came naturally on account of being raised the way they were. They followed Caesar inside and over to the bar where they were both treated to a shot of whiskey.

Riley streched his arm quickly and downed his shot, gasping out afterwards and wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve. He loosened his tie and snapped his suspenders as he took a wide step away, patting his brothers back.

"I'm gona... do some shoppin'," He smirked and waltzed over to a group of young women who were very happy to see him, "Evenin' ladies,"

"Evening, Mr. Freeman!" They all said together, giving him room to come squeeze at the center of their booth. Huey rolled his eyes but couldn't hold back the smirk that played on his lips. The brothers were quite popular at the place. Riley loved it. To Huey, it was just a job.

Sure, women would offer up more than just their time to him, but Huey usually turned them down. He wasn't really in it for the perks. This was often misunderstood and made him the focus of taunting from both Caesar and Riley. Huey watched his brother as he shmoozed the skantally-clad women he was surrounded by. He had one at his right, leaning into him, her knee hiked up on his upper leg and her hand fluttered on his chest, fiddling with his tie. There was another at his right nibbling his ear seductively. The rest were crammed into the rest of the booth, all giggling and each getting something from the make-shift player.

Suddenly, the lights went dim and smoother music started to play. The entire room turned to look at the stage were the curtain slowly pulled away. There sat a single white piano along with a drum set, a saxaphone and trumpet. Out walked a young woman in a cocktail dress and heals. She stood before the long necked microphone and leaned into the pole.

"OooOOoh, Yeah...," She sang, initiating the rest of the band to pick up and start moving faster, "Chicago,"

The saxaphone took off along with the drums, taking the music to a fast and very upbeat-in your face motion.

"If love is a crime, baby,

I'll do my time

whether,

It's wrong or right

you can sentance me to liife,"

Huey's eyes shot up from his glass and over to the young woman belting out the most amazing voise he had ever heard. She was gorgeous to boot.

"Some might say I'm guilty of love in the first degree,

If a jury wants to lock me up and throw away the key,

There's no greater punishment than what I face inside,

Don't tamper with the evidence cos'

there's nothin ta hide!"

He stood there, his mouth agape at her. She was amazing. He watched as she waved her round hips to the beat and raised her arms for inphasis for parts of the song. She would snap her head back and touch her stomach. Damn, she looked good.

She wasn't black, but there was no way a white girl was singing like that. She was hitting notes that would send urges inside of Huey he didn't think possible. He swallowed down another hard shot and stared in awe of her. He took several steps closer to the stage and took a seat at a vacant table, placing his hat flat on the top. She was amazing.

Purely and simply amazing.

"Woo! Chicago!" She bellowed, the piano twinkling to an end.

The lights came back on as the room erupted into applauds. The woman smiled, blew a few kisses and stood there as the curtain closed over her. Huey didn't move. He didn't clap. He just sat there, in pure shock.

He was awaken from his dirty thoughts by Caesar pulling up the chair across from him and grining at him.

"I gotta tell ya, this new whiskey yall got is MUCH better than that other stuff we got," He told him, "The boys' are tryn ta copy the recipe now-"

"Who was she?" Huey asked seriously.

"Who?"

"The woman on stage," Huey explained, "WHo was she?"

Caesar gave him a coy grin, "Ohhh... You like her, eh?"

Huey just glowered.

"Her name is Jazmine Dubois. Classy lady," Caesar explained, "She doesn't drink but she sings here sometimes. A real crowd pleaser,"

"Why haven't I ever seen her here before?"

"You always leave as soon as you walk in," Caesar shrugged, giving him a casual look that soon turned into a wicked grin, "Want me to introduce ya?"

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Knock knock

"It's open," Jazmine called as she took out her earrings and placed them in a dish at her vanity mirror. The door pulled open, revealing Michael Caesar in his black trousers, blue suspenders and black tie. Jazmine smiled, rising to her feet and giving him a hug.

"You were great tonight, doll," He chuckled, handing her the wod of money he owed her. She giggled and slipped it on her vanity top.

"To what do I owe the visit?" She asked with a sweet smile. Caesar stepped to the side, showing off the firm looking smuggler behind him.

"I'd like to introduce you to my closest and dearest friend, Huey Freeman,"

Her eyes popped open. She had heard that both of the Freeman brothers were quite the lookers butt his man was down right sexy in ever sense of the word. His hair was so unusual for the time, but only made him look even more interesting. His cold look almost chilled her but the fact that he was a smuggler, and was often praised for it disturbed and almost disgusted her.

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Freeman," She said coldly and shifted her weight to her other leg. She was still clad in her evening gown. It was basically a Jessica Rabbit dress without the purple gloves. She had several bracellettes cluttered at her wrists and a choker around her neck. Her black heals weren't on her feet any longer, making her look more relaxed.

Huey just nodded at her, earning a sharp look from Caesar. Jazmine tucked a curl behind her ear and cleared her throat, "Caesar, I'm very tired. I think I'm gonna get dressed and go home now, okay?"

"Uh... sure. Mr. Freeman and I got lotsa business we gotsta take care of. You'll come in tomorrow night, right?"

"Of course,"

"Great," Caesar grinned, kissing her on the back of her hand and ushering both him and Huey out of the dressing room. Once the door was closed tightly, Huey recieved a very hard smack on the back of the head from his best friend, "What the hell is wrong with you? You didn't say anything,"

Huey just shoved his hands in his pockets and fiddled with the watch inside his left pocket, "Get off my back! I didn't know what to say! That was an akward introduction, anyway,"

Caesar huffed and followed him down the hall, "So... Riley tells me Frankie snitched. I'm guessing he meant we'll need someone to hide a body?"

"Yeah," Huey shrugged, "We can get another Frankie before the next run, huh?"

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Another weird AU... well. I'm having fun with it goes off to draw Huey and Riley as 1940s gangsters