the liquor was cheaper


New York, 1922, the tempo of the city had changed sharply. Stocks reached record peaks, and Wall Street booms a steady golden roar. The buildings were higher, the parties were bigger, the morals were looser, and the ban on alcohol had backfired, making the liquor cheaper. Wall Street was luring the young and ambitious, and I was one of them.

the parties were bigger, the pace was faster
the shows were broader, the buildings were higher
the morals were looser, and the liquor was cheaper….
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“The parties were bigger. The pace was faster, the shows were broader, the buildings were higher, the morals were looser, and the liquor was cheaper.“

viictuurious said:

beer is like the national Straight man drink… het boys here is all abt the beer so no thanks!! i will be sipping my hard liquor or cocktails instead. cheers!!

national where? the Yunai Ted Stay Te Sofa Mehrica???? You Rope? 😂

newsflash gringos, beer exists everywhere and gay people can!!! enjoy it too!!!!! let that sink in puh-lease!!!!!

The Great Gemini, chapter 1 (Raja x Violet) - TheDane & Polly

AN: Welcome to the roaring 20’s and the life of one Pearl Liaison. Life is hard for a single girl in the big apple, but rumor has it that on West Egg the booze flows free, the sky is the limit, and nothing can stop your dreams.

This is the prolouge/first chapter of a cisgirl/lesbian The Great Gatsby Inspired story from TheDane and Polly, kindly betaed by the darling Veronica. We hope you’ll enjoy the first chapter, and join us on our journey. Header is made by Polly!

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Passing Notes in Secrecy

This wasn’t requested, but once I saw the prompt and knew what to do with it, I couldn’t let it go. Also, the title makes a lot more sense if you listen to this song. Yes, I listen to Taylor Swift. No I don’t feel bad about it. Here’s my Raul appreciation piece, @yourtropegirl

You sipped your drink as the DA regaled the group with the story of his first victory. Again. You liked the guy enough, but since he was your boss, you’d heard the story at least 10 times before, and usually at parties like this one.

Although you attended these galas with some frequency, as it came with the territory of your job, you still had yet to find a way to break the monotony of it all. You arrived, schmoozed a little, drank a little more, ate some rubber chicken and wilted salad, and schmoozed a little more before racing home to take off the death traps some people called shoes and collapse into your bed.

Tonight didn’t seem like it was going to be any different. That’s when you noticed the gentleman across the room who looked just as bored as you were.

Because his ear was being bent by the police commissioner, and his proximity to a couple of individuals you recognized as members of the SVU squad, you guessed that he must be Rafael Barba. You’d heard about him, the man who’d been choked with a belt in open court, gotten a conviction by “accidentally” letting a perp see crime scene photos, and had inadvertently sent an ACS employee into a mental breakdown on the stand. With all of the excitement that followed him in court, it was no wonder that he was bored by the stifled conversation and bland food here.

Your train of thought came to a screeching halt when he approached you.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you that it’s rude to stare?” he quipped.

“From what I’ve heard about your exploits, it was only a matter of time before we got some real entertainment, I was just waiting for the show to start” you commented.

He let out a hearty chuckle, the first genuine one you’d heard all evening.

“Would you to take this conversation somewhere where the liquor is cheaper and the food has flavor?” you blurted, eyes widening with shock at your own bold question.

“That is incredibly tempting” he responded. “I actually happen to know a great place down the street that makes an amazing pizza, wood-fired oven and all. Let me say goodbye to my colleagues and we can head out.”

He rejoined you a few moments later. Linking your arm through his, the two of you left, not that anyone noticed you were gone. Maybe these rubber chicken dinners weren’t so bad after all.

TalesFromRetail: "Honey...what the HELL is wrong with you?"

So I work in a liquor store. This happened to a coworker, and then I caught the tail end of it.

An elderly couple approached my coworker asking for caramel vodka. C=coworker OL=old lady OM=old man

C: This is where we keep our flavored vodkas, the caramel ones are down here.

OL: Thank you, but these are too expensive. Do you have anything cheaper?

C: We don’t unfortunately.

OL: Can you haggle on this one, a bit?

C: We don’t haggle here. But I know there’s another liquor store down the road. Maybe they’ll have something cheaper there?

OL, according to coworker, smiled rather oddly.

OL: Thank you soooo so much… flips into a sarcastic rage I’LL BE COMING BACK HERE NEEEEEVERRR!

C and OM are both stunned. I heard her shout from where I was at the tills, but didn’t know the context. That’s when OL and OM came to the till to buy what they had decided to get instead. You could cut the tension in the air with a knife. OM just slowly turned his head to look at OL, and said in disbelief,

OM: Honey… What the HELL is wrong with you?

Now it was my and OL’s turn to be shocked. She gawked and sputtered a bit before letting out this exhausted shrill sound and stormed out the door. OM paid for everything and was sweet as pie before he left.

C filled me in on part 1 later on. Some people xD

By: NinaBisk

The restlessness…approached hysteria. The parties were bigger…The pace was faster…the shows were broader, the buildings were higher, the morals were looser, and the liquor was cheaper…

F. Scott Fitzgerald describing New York, upon his return from Europe in 1926.

(From: Scott Fitzgerald, by Andrew Turnbull)


movie: the great gatsby
cast: leonardo dicaprio, carey mulligan, tobey maguire

Stocks reached record peaks, and Wall Street boomed a steady golden roar. The parties were bigger, the shows were broader, the buildings were higher, the morals were looser, and the ban on alcohol had backfired. Making the liquor cheaper. Wall Street was luring the young and ambitious, and I was one of them.

imperiouscurse  asked:

bellamy is the bartender and clarke is like //really// drunk au

oops i meant send me fic recs but hell ill write it

“Barkeep,” a young, admittedly pretty, blonde girl slurred and Bellamy fought off an eye roll. He should have been used to this, bartending in Las Vegas for the majority of his legal life. Pretty girls always got slammed, too slammed for their own good for one reason or another -just got out of a relationship, got into a relationship, locking in said relationship with a drunken bachelorette party before the big white day, ohmygod girls night wooooo- and he had to put on a smile and serve them all. 

Still, usually they at least looked trashy this time of night, with makeup smeared down their face, hair frizzed in all directions from the dancing, and their high heeled shoes hanging lazily between their fingers. This one looked rather well put together- aside from the fact she was nearly entirely draped across the top of his bar. 

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In the summer of 1922, the tempo of the city approached hysteria.
Stocks reached record peaks and Wall Street boomed in a steady golden roar.

The parties were bigger.The shows were broader.The buildings were higher.

The morals were looser, and the ban on alcohol had backfired, making the liquor cheaper than ever. 

One man captivated my imagination during that summer in New York, casting a dream-like glamour wherever he went.  No one knew where he came from, or what he did, and we could never suspect what he was after.