So, I learned today that “Baptists and Bootleggers” is shorthand/slang for diametrically-opposed groups supporting the same thing for their own reasons. (Evangelical groups wanted to ban Sunday liquor sales on moral grounds, bootleggers wanted a bigger market.)
But all I could think was that “Baptists and Bootleggers” sounds like a fantastic RPG set in 1920s New Orleans.
Another tale about Steve's honorary mob membership, please? That was so good.
I have two asks like this
so this one is going to be a flashback and the other will address what was
asked specifically. I’m so glad everyone
liked that fill so much!
Steve really liked puzzles: crosswords and riddles and math. He was good at
them. He was good at cyphers, too. One of the doormen at the dancehall would
hand him a slip of paper each week when he and Bucky went dancing; their orders
for the week.
Mostly, it was arranging
pick ups and drop offs, a speakeasy placing an order and Steve communicating
with the supplier to arrange delivery through Bucky, or taking empties back to
the supplier for reuse. They got a whole
ten percent of anything they moved.
Last month, they’d managed
to pay rent and for all of Steve’s medicine with what they earned.
Mostly, it was pick ups
and drop offs. Sometimes, it was
collections. This time, the note was for
three collections: two speakeasies and one private purchaser.
Steve groaned. It was likely the private purchaser would
cost them what they’d managed to save in the past couple of months on hospital
bills for Bucky. Private parties were
never reasonable. Speakeasies usually just forgot and were happy to pay for the trouble of providing some of the only liquor around. Private parties were just entitled and angry.
“What’ve we got?” Bucky swaggered slow and loose beside Steve
on their walk home from the dancehall.
“Three house calls. Two clean, one messy.”
Bucky tsked. “Didn’t realize it was that late in the
month.” He smoothed a hand over his jaw;
the last private collection had cracked one of his teeth and they’d only just
gotten it fixed. “We really gotta
renegotiate our take on house calls, pal.”
Steve nodded. “Next month.
We’ll have pulled the biggest numbers for six months straight by then
and we’ll have something to bargain with.”
Bucky hummed. “Just don’t make the deal without me there,
ok? I’m your heavy, not theirs.”
Steve grinned, and tucked
the week’s work into his pocket. “Yeah,