Main Dining Room (bar)
It was a funny thing seeing a riot policeman sweep in a bow like that. The shield was bound to get in the way if you didn't do the thing right. Honestly amused, Dillinger flashed another dirty money grin and off he swaggered. They took up the end of the bar well, the gangster flapping his lapels again as he adjusted with the seat. Look fast, an empty shoulder holster was there under one arm over the suspenders.
He laughed at the mask under the mask. "Overkill, brother." Dillinger ordered a gin and tonic, still grinning, and lounged back in his chair. He felt a lot better than he had at the door. So good that he was going to relax and have a drink. Never enough time for either.