"The year was 1920, set the setting for you..."
Kevin pulled up his scarf to cover his nose. Stepping out into the January cold that was New York, New York. The date was January 21st, 1920, and boy had it already been a long year. New Year's Eve was officially the last day liquor was to be sold, consumed
and transported legally. Everyone was going insane. Kevin owned one of the best restaurants in town and he was loosing business from this stupid Prohibition Act. Alcohol was his stress reliever, hell it was everyone's. 21 days with no liquor in his
system was driving him nuts. So he was on his was to do what he's never in a million years think he'd be doing, to plan with his old childhood rival Eddy. Locking the door to his apartment building he waved down a taxi and was soon at Eddy's Trading
Co. a shop Eddy had opened up right out of high school.
Knock. Knock.
"Yeah?!" Kevin heard a grumpy Eddy yell.
"Eddy! How rude!" Kevin heard another familiar voice. Shortly after the door opened.
"We're deeply sorry for his rudeness, we are not open as of the moment but how can we be of assistance s-" The man stopped short after catching a glance at Kevin, and Kevin's breath was nearly taken away. Stood before him was the brainiac of the three
Ed's, Edward Marion Vincent otherwise known to them as Double Dee.
"Sockhead whats takin?! Who's it?" Eddy yelled as he came up behind Edd.
"Yo! Kev-o!" Eddy said as he went for a handshake.
"Dude, don't call me that. Can I come in? It's fucking freezing." Kevin pushed past the two without waiting for an answer.
"Yeah yeah make yourself at home. I've got stuff for you." Eddy said walking behind him.
"Excuse me gentlemen? Eddy this is who you have planned to partner yourself with? Might I remind you he was- no is our bully?" Edd started after he closed the door.
"Double Dee look I'm not like that anymore man. That was teenage me, I'm grown now." Kevin said eyeing the skinny Edd.
"It's Edd. No ones called me that in years. Eddy doesn't even call me that anymore. And forgive me for having my doubts. Just go on with your plans gentlemen." Edd said as he left the room.
"Geez what got in his cap this morning? Let's get started." Eddy began. His plan was simple, well sort of. The plan was to bootleg liquor. Kevin scoffed when he heard that.
"Who the hell even knows how to do that?" He questioned.
"Listen Shovelchin, that's why I got mr. smartypants over there." Eddy continued.
Edd would make this liquor, Kevin would sell it in the basement of his restaurant and Eddy would bring in business like the business man he was.
"But what if we got caught. Jones tried that shit on the third and got slammed. I'm not going to jail Eddy." Kevin countered.
"We won't. Big Ed is a cop now. He's on our side. He'll keep us off the radar. It'll work. Trust me." Eddy convinced.
"Alright. When can we start?" Kevin agreed.
"Tonight." Eddy said nonchalant like.
"Tonight? How?" Kevin's eyes widened. How was he already prepared?
"Sockhead has been brewing since the news broke about the new law. Take him with you when you leave." Eddy sparked a cigarette, "he'll help you set up your place. I'll spread the word to get people there. Trust me. This is gonna work." Eddy said as he
stood up and offered Kevin a handshake.
"Alright, but if this goes south I'm throwing you down." Kevin shook his hand.
"Edd! Come on!" Eddy yelled.
"Alright!" Edd yelled from the other room. And out he came with a wooden crate full of mason jars with clear liquid. "If you could?" Edd said nodded to another two crates.
"Wooow! That's a lot of giggle water my friends! Let go start a party." Kevin laughed as he headed out the door to a waiting cab. After carefully setting the crates in the trunk, Kevin and Edd started towards Kevin's restaurant.
"So... how's it hanging Dee?" Kevin asked trying to break the awkward tension in the air.
"I'm doing well. Thank you. And yourself?" Edd replied.
"Oh just living life and doing what bad boys do best." Kevin smirked. It's been four years since he last saw the smartest of the Ed's, and boy had things changed. While he still wore his beanie, he had let his hair grow to about shoulder length. And Kevin
couldn't help but admire his now strong and masculine shoulders. He could only begin to imagine what else this dork from his childhood was hiding.