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Speakeasy Valentines - That’s All, Folks!
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Flappy Empire: Finale
TEAM AC, FINALE
Valentine’s Day, 2014
Nucky had invited his friends: Gyp Rosetti, Frankie Yale, George Remus, and AR and his bitches. They were seated at a round table, each glued to their phones—except for Arnold Rothstein, who was drinking tea. Nucky sighed loudly. “I give up. I still can’t get passed twenty-five.”
“That’s nothin’, Nucky,” Gyp grinned widely. “I got a solid forty-two.”
“You guys are amateurs. I’ve got seventy-seven.” Frankie Yale beamed.
“Fuck you, Frank.” Gyp growled.
“That game is incredibly immature,” remarked Rothstein from behind his mug. Both Charlie and Meyer looked at him with a look that read oh fuck you. He’d been clean of it for weeks now, but that didn’t mean anything. Many-a-night had he not slept to try and conquer the fucking thing.
“Oh, yeah, Arnold? Why did you stop playing it?” Nucky gave him a pointed glare.
Arnold simply shrugged—
“Oh, I know why,” laughed a voice from the staircase. Mickey Doyle strutted down the stairs before smirking at AR. “Isn’t that right, Mr. Rothstein?”
“… I have no comment, Mr. Doyle.”
The tension was so thick in the room that one could cut it with a knife. George Remus cleared his throat loudly. “Well, Remus has been playing a cooking game… You can make hotcakes!”
“Hey, you still got that phone?” Meyer asked Charlie as they walked away from the Thompson estate.
“Give it here. Something on this device spooked AR.” And Meyer took it from him, only to go through all the apps until the hit the pictures.
Those pictures of Mickey Doyle were all over the internet by the next morning.