What: Post speakeasy-escape, reconvening on the street and then catching some warmth inside a local diner while plans are made.
Where: Chicago, 1929.
When: Late, nearing sunrise to after sunrise.
Warnings: N/A.
Notes: Like I said, if any of the escapees wants to join them, feel free. Or forever hold your peace.
( It could be worse, we could be in the middle of the French revolution. )