Bailey Cunningham | Centurion MD (torchit) wrote in forgotten_past, @ 2010-01-07 23:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | aim, berith |
And when it's sleeping time - That's when we rise
Who: Aim (torchit) & Berith (the_midas_touch)
What: Money, money, more money!
Where: New York City
When: Summer 1923
Warnings: tba
It was the age of conspicuous consumption. The masses, swept up by consumerism, were hunting after instant gratification and hedonistic experiences. Their desire for this and that and everything - more, more, more - hung in the air thick and sweet like syrup.
The two dukes were flourishing in this environment, as was the business they had set up on a whim. Currently they were the best counterfeiters in the country. Nobody else produced more flawless sourdough and they were making a fortune with it.
They didn't need it but it was rather gratifying and helped them pass the time.
"They're late again. Next time, I'll charge them for every extra minute they make us wait." Sprawled in a chair, Aim toyed with a silver dollar, looking less annoyed than his words implied. He looked quite cheerful actually. "Rumour has it that Belphegor is in town somewhere. Have you heard from him?"