closed for @charleskian
Friday August 13, 1920 / ~5PM
Esther walked down the treacherously humid sidewalk, scratching at the sleeve of her pink dress at her wrist. She turned into The Oddities Inn and up the steps. Once inside, she pulled a fan out of her purse and got to flapping it to help ease the rosiness from her cheeks. “Charles, hello there,” she spoke easily at the man behind the counter. “I’ve come to speak about a certain... Marvin Jones,” she said, pulling out a manila folder onto the counter. “I’m having troubles getting him to open up, and I’m wondering if you could be my ‘man on the inside,’” Esther said with the hint of a smile on her lips. “He is somewhat young and doesn’t like looking up at me, past... well, let’s just say our eyes have never once met. I need someone on my side, dear.”
















