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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Yellow Sign" data-source="post: 886098" data-attributes="member: 5619">The Blue Note SpeakeasySomewhere in Lower ManhattenAround Midnight<img src="http://www.nps.gov/fdrm/generation/graphics/party.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />  "Tony" Louwman sat next to "Razor" Rayburn. Smoke from their cigarettes drifted up to the ceiling. Roxie was belting out a song as she stood on a panio. "She sure was in good form tonight!" thought Tony. Ever since she joined up with that Expedition she had been on a tear. Well that was fine by him as long as he got to go along too.  Rayburn was nursing a gin and tonic. As dives go this was a pretty nice place. They didn't water the drinks down too much and the music was good. Well great when Roxie was singing. They still threw insults at each other faster than you could spit but for some reason he always found himself back here hanging out with her and Tony. Tony was a pretty good lug.Roxie let the last note hang in the air for a few seconds. The crowd erupted in a round of cheers, whistles, and applause. A handsome wolf with his tongue hanging down by his shoes helped her down off the panio and she blew him a kiss and then brushed him off. She sauntered over to her table. "Boy singing is thirsty work! Would one of you boy's get me a drink?"</blockquote>