Utterly Mad

Not many know what this life is like
The man carried the crate of illegal substance through the hidden back door of the Royal Rose and motioned with his head for the three boys waiting to go more the rest. They went to it, one of them flicking his cigarette to the ground and stomping on it before leaving. The man rolled his eyes and walked through another door that led to the store room.
I mean, not many want to know what this life is like
The man set the trio of crates on the ground and opened the top one. Before putting the contents on the shelf he reached into his vest and pulled out a cigarette and matchbox. He stuck the cigarette in his mouth and struck a match, smiling as he lit the cigarette and tossed the match onto the ground where it fizzled out.
Who would? We run some highly illegal product through the country side for our paycheck
The man pulled the first bottle of alcohol from the crate and set it on the shelf, the repeated the process until he was done. By then the other three, carrying a single crate each, had gotten back and were setting bottles onto the shelves. With a sigh the man went back to the truck for another set of crates.
We're runners, we're sellers, and we're enforcers. No choice on that last one, there's me, the boys, and the band. Well and the owner, him too, for all the good he does for us
The man returned to the store room as the three men went back to get more. He set the crates down for the boys to put up and he walked through a heavy steel door and into the speak easy itself. The place was empty as usual at this time in the morning, and since no one was there he picked up the tommy behind the bar and checked it.
Gotta keep a good gun at the ready, just in case the competition takes the war to your front door
The man inserted the magazine again and put the weapon back. There would be time to play later, right now he had to get the place ready for the usual crowd that came later in the day.

The man had just finished checking the shelves behind him and was satisfied about the alcohol on display.  He turned as a man wearing a newsie cap, white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a black vest with all but the top button buttoned, a pair of brown slacks, and a pair of brown leather shoes walked down the steps. "Donnie, brother, how was the show last night? Bitte, do tell." The man said in his German accent that belied his birth and raising in this very city.
Yannik, one of our enforcers, and one of the few I trust with my life, enough to let him get away with calling me Donnie
"It was good, but the man could have used a few more jokes in his act. Some of 'em went on too long." The man, named Donovan, said as he picked up a glass from underneath the counter and put it on the bar, then filled it with whiskey.
Yannik sat down and smiled, taking a sip from his drink. Donovan noticed a blood stain on his vest and leaned on the bar as he said "So, busted someone up tonight? Or did you just forget to do your laundry."
Yannik looked at the stain and his smile slipped "Oh, that. Had to bust a guy's lip. Richtiger idiot, I told him not to try and steal my wallet, but he tried."
Heh, leave it to Yannik to have someone try and mug him.
"Guy's lucky you didn't pull your gun on 'im." Donovan said as Yannik took another drink from his glass.
"Yeah. Guess so." Yannik said, looking over at the band members getting ready to play for the night.
The boys went into full swing, belting out one of their favorite tunes. Donovan closed his eyes and let the piano and sax music play over the air and cracked a smile as Joe belted out the lyrics. Yannik took his hat off and put it over his heart, listening to the old tale of woe and a lost a brother. Donovan opened his eyes and spotted a tear trailing down Yannik's face, and he knew the man was remembering a hot summer night with his old friend, choppers in hand.
Yannik silently raised his glass to the band as the song winded down, and Donovan saw him wipe his eyes with a hankerchief. The band members took their hats off to him before settling back down to talking and smoking.
Yannik goes back further then me, further then this place, but I know for a fact he's in my corner
Donovan filled Yannik's glass again, then looked the man over. "Go get cleaned up. I don't want you runnin' around when we get busy in a blood stained vest."
Yannik downed the glass in one go and walked through the back door as Donovan started cleaning the glasses.
I wonder how little brother is doing

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Okay to clear things up, if something between "" is in italics it's not an english word, if its not between those it's Donovan's thoughts unless otherwise stated.

And now for an intermission to present to you: A Day after a Night out For The Chopper Boys
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Donovan opened his eyes and saw a bird staring at him from it's perch on his head. He blinked, then mumbled "Swore I got t' bed last night after the tenth 'ottle..." He looked around, causing the bird to fly away, and spotted Yannik on ground beside the park bench he was on, butt sticking into the air for a reason Donovan was unaware of "'Ey Yannik ya' daffy basterd wake up! How in 'ell did we en' up in the park?"
Yannik woke up and immediately rearranged himself into a sitting position before looking around. "I'm the daffy basterd? What about ya' ya' layabout good for nothin' arse! I ain' the one who drank Jacky boy under a table!" Yannik shouted back at Donovan.
Donovan stood up and immediately fell over as he tripped over the lump in front of his feet that was Jacky. Donovan rolled onto his back and propped himself up on his arms and said "Speakin' of drinking how much did we take?"
Yannik stood, wobbly but keeping himself up on his feet "I dunno, at least fifteen, no twenty bottles. Why am I missin' my shirt?"
Donovan looked over and sure enough Yannik was shirtless but still had his vest on "'ell if I know Yannik, I'm still tryin' ta' figure out how we got to the park."
Jacky spoke up, still lying on the ground where he had been the entire time "Ain't the park...not OUR park, the state park it is...can I go back to sleep now?"
Donovan and Yannik looked at each other then at Jacky. "How in 'ell did we get here drunk?"
"I don't know Donovan. Can we find my hat...and my shirt...and my shoes...and my d@mn pistol." Yannik said tiredly.
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A short departure from actual cannon Royal Rose. Needless to say they imbibed quite a bit of alcohol...oh hey and a new character you'll meet soon. I need a third character....shut up.
Anyway I tried to give them more differences in speech pattern and accent. I think it was okay, but might be a bit annoying to read.
Little bit of trivia about me I guess: I've actually been called a 'daffy bastard' before, in person. It was a joke based off the conversation, the topic of which I can't remember.
edit:...no idea why I added that list bit...don't care to change it since it doesn't really matter. Hope you guys enjoy this regardless.
edit2: I use elipses too much, and f@ck you spell check I spelled that right.