Thread: The Gin House (Tartarus & SexyChick)

The cold damp air was biting at naked ears tonight in Whitechapel, the wind was furious and sent hats flying and the street lamp flames were near dying. The streets were littered with filth, waste from the upper apartments were being dashed from open windows, the odd bundle of paper drifted a long the street and that was just the rubbish. The real filth in sight were the inhabitants of Whitechapel and though it was eleven at night, and all of London had retired for the night the vagabonds and whores had come out to play. The air was filled with screams and shouts of laughter and fear, smells of meat pies and opium clogged up ones senses if they were to dive head first into the district and one such patron was at home when hit by the factors of Whitechapel. Aloysius 'Allo' Hastings paraded down the road wearing a sleak pair of black trousers, white shirt and beige waist-jacket, khaki frock coat and topped by a black pair of spats with a derpy hat and cane. All on the strip of shops and pubs knew him by sight, he always wore the most elaborate of clothing to convey his status amongst the citizens of Whitechapel. He was an average sized man with a respective build, his skin was lightly tanned from his african heritage and set with brown eyes. His facial features were broad giving an appearance of strength and intmidation, but on the contrary he was a respective man with the patience and kindness of a saint. His hair was parted at the left and black, sleaked with a thin dab of wax and against most men of respectable grooming he bore a goatee instead of a neat pencil mustache. He was dressed to impress this night as he was visiting his pride an joy of his 'Gin House', he spotted the dive establishment and swung open the green doors to reveal a place of pleasure for all the senses. The 'Gin House' as it was called was a cesspit to say the least, it was full of whores all with their upper halfs revealed letting regulars, beggars, drunks and nobles grope their supple wares. Glasses were full of brown liqour and smoke lay thick in the air, people were clucking away to each other about business and who should pay for the next round. A staircase in the corner of the bar led to the girls rooms upstairs and some could be seen being lead to these rooms, for business and pleasure. Allo removed his hat and gave it and his cane to a young boy attending the door, the Gin House belonged to Allo through some form of crooked paper work, the place was his oyster of pleasure but only one pearl could ever satisfy his needs. He walked over to the bar, crunching broken glass beneath his feet. He tapped the bar twice, which was a universal sign for a strong drink and attenton from the barkeep. The bartender slammed a small glass full of gin on the bar side and looked at Allo with a smile. 'How's the Mrs then Mr. Allo?' the barkeep spat with his crooked teeth, the man ran the bar when Allo was busy in the week and was obviously a friend of the owner. Allo necked the gin and shuddered with joy from the alcohol, he clicked his neck and ordered a second. 'You know she does not exist when I make my way to Whitechapel, now tell me... where is she?'