"Oh, Cyrus, you man you..." Celeste twirled her finger around Cyrus' beard. Her devilish eyes scanned him top to bottom, looking for the perfect spot to move in on. She gingerly sat on Cyrus.

"Can you please get me a martini? I'm famished, and some intoxication won't hurt anyone, now will it?"

"Sure, darlin'. Get this girl a martini, ya see?"

The goon returned with a sparkling martini and winked as he served it to Celeste. The piano player also winked and kept playing.

"Cyrus," Celeste whispered. "I need to give you something in return for what you've done." With one quick hand motion, she stuck a knife into his fat, lumpy face, and the piano player didn't stop. "To the good people of this town, that is!"

Meanwhile, a man with leather skin started to write a poem. His young protégé glanced to the paper.

The Moonlight Dinner

It was only

The two of us

Sitting under the stars

And sipping tea with

Honey

The waves crash against the shore

With power beyond our own

The dinner good

But it was you who made it

Perfect

The man set down his pens an paper and rest his eyes, and the protégé finished her coffee with one gulp.

Youthful giggles could be heard down the street as children played hopscotch. An artist painted the sky while her husband helped with dinner. Gun shots were heard from the countless ally ways. The birds flew away and the sky turned dark.