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<BLOCKQUOTE>She walked down the stairs into the dark, smoke-filled speakeasy like water, each long leg cascading down past the other as her pale blue skirt swirled around her knees, the light from the outside streetlamps catching and lighting her snow-blonde hair like a halo, and Nell took a drink of her martini and wondered what the hell kind of bird Jimmy had picked up this time.</BLOCKQUOTE> | <BLOCKQUOTE>She walked down the stairs into the dark, smoke-filled speakeasy like water, each long leg cascading down past the other as her pale blue skirt swirled around her knees, the light from the outside streetlamps catching and lighting her snow-blonde hair like a halo, and Nell took a drink of her martini and wondered what the hell kind of bird Jimmy had picked up this time.</BLOCKQUOTE> | ||
From [https://www.pinboard.in/u:jedusaur/b:539dd6246aea pinboard.in]: "Prohibition-era gangster lesbians :D :D :D" | |||
{{Template:Warning|Content Warning: Violence, 1920s America|The author wishes to note that this story contains some sensitive material, including descriptions of violence, death, and period attitudes toward gender, race, relationships, and sexuality.}} | {{Template:Warning|Content Warning: Violence, 1920s America|The author wishes to note that this story contains some sensitive material, including descriptions of violence, death, and period attitudes toward gender, race, relationships, and sexuality.}} | ||
Revision as of 16:18, 12 November 2014
The Jazzman's Last Jive is a story written by shukyou and illustrated by peachke. It ran in Special Issue 3 and can be found at http://s2b2.livejournal.com/84468.html and http://www.shousetsubangbang.com/mirror/the-jazzmans-last-jive/.
The story originally ran unillustrated, but peachke did an illustration as a response to a bangbangwhimper challenge, and it was later added to the story.
Summary
One mob girlfriend finds comfort in the arms of another.
She walked down the stairs into the dark, smoke-filled speakeasy like water, each long leg cascading down past the other as her pale blue skirt swirled around her knees, the light from the outside streetlamps catching and lighting her snow-blonde hair like a halo, and Nell took a drink of her martini and wondered what the hell kind of bird Jimmy had picked up this time.
From pinboard.in: "Prohibition-era gangster lesbians :D :D :D"
Connections
The Jazzman's Last Jive is unconnected to other stories or universes.
Author's Notes
This all happened when amei and I were talking about how awesome the '20s were, particularly from a visual and design standpoint, and I said WELL YOU KNOW WHAT WE SHOULD DO ABOUT THAT. Because, well, I can be talked into just about anything.
(from http://ladysisyphus.livejournal.com/544968.html)
