Snippet #2621916

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zi4EH04Crc8


Thick gray smoke wafted through the air of the private cabin. The ornate golden phonograph crooned the weary men, who sat there, in their respective chairs, silent and still. It was a large space that resembled more of a small lounge than a train car. An entire massive shelf sat on the far end of the room, filled with the finest spirits one could hope to find on this side of the pond. Another shelf, right next to it, was stocked with a number of rare, limited edition prints of popular manuscripts (Theo's own publications were of course, absent). The center of the room housed a large oak table, circular in fashion, it appeared to be made more for meetings than dining, as the room lacked any ready dishes.

The two men sat opposite of the drinks, on the other far side of the table. There, below one long, large window, was a lush, lengthy leather couch. The piece of furniture could easily fit an entire jazz ensemble, and the groupies to boot. Theo and Huey sat in the center, drinks in hand, basking in the warm sunlight from the cracked window. A cool breeze was lapping their faces. For once, he was at peace.

"Furry Lewis! Whew boy!" Huey cheered. "You don't know nothin' bout this one boy." He began to hum along to the tune with glee. Theo turned his head towards him just a bit, and smiled. The activist was completely relaxed, laying there, his entire lanky body was completely stretched out on the couch. One hand propped his head up from the cushion, while the other, draped over his torso, held his drink and cigarette.

The door to the cabin slid open. An attendant stepped on through.

"Mister Monke, i'm sorry, but it appears you have some visitors, should I send them in?" Theo spared another glance, this time he bestowed it upon the attendant.

"Who is it?" He cooed.

"Two women. A Dod Freeman, and Charlotte Andrew." That same devilish grin played upon his face.

"Let em' in, thanks kid." The attendant nodded, and left back out.

"She put carbolic in my coffee..." Huey sang along to the phonograph, tapping his foot and snapping his fingers on every beat, "Turpentine in my tea! Strychnine in my biscuits! Lord but she didn't hurt meeeeee!" Silently, Theo awaited for his guests to arrive.