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17 December 2010 @ 11:59 pm
Castle Fic: Speakeasy Night at The Old Haunt  
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Title: Speakeasy Night at The Old Haunt
Pairing/Characters: Kate, Rick, Roy, Alexis, Lainie, Kevin, Javier, OC
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: Flowers for Your Grave, Last Call
Summary: Rick re-opens the bar with a speakeasy event complete with period costumes
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ

Kate paid off her taxi cab, tugging her trenchcoat around her tightly, more out of embarrassment than chill, though her dress wouldn't have stood her long against the New York cold. As it was her stockinged legs were in desperate need of defrosting.

Only Rick could talk her into such a get up on a night that wasn't Halloween - or rather the captain, who had colluded with Rick to make the grand reopening of The Old Haunt a benefit for the NYPD Widows and Orphans Fund.

Kate had her suspicions that a little more of the illicit and pricey Scotch they'd recovered during the case that lead to Rick buying the bar had made its way into Rick's hands, but as long as the benefit was successful, it was still all for a good cause.

She hustled towards the entrance only to find it barred by a sizable black man dressed in a Prohibition era suit and thick wool greatcoat.

"Good evening, Ma'am."

"Hi, I'm here for Castle's party."

"Then you know what I need to let you in." He smiled, waiting patiently, immune to her breath clouding vapors in front of her in the frigid night air.

Kate rolled her eyes and pulled out the invitation. "This?" she asked.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but I have to hear you say it."

She let out a long exhalation. "Fine. 'The fishmonger has a nice selection of trout today,'" she quoted.

"That he does," the doorman answered with a chuckle, moving out of her way as he opened the door. "This way to the watering hole."

She stepped inside and he closed the door after her. She stood for a moment, just grateful for the rush of warmth that came from being indoors.

"Welcome to The Old Haunt! May I take your coat?"

Kate turned to find Alexis dressed up in the most conservative flapper garb possible, curtseying primly with a girlish grin on her face.

"You're working coat check?" she asked, even as she allowed Alexis to help her remove her jacket.

"Technically I'm not allowed in the bar since I'm underage, but I wanted to help out so your boss gave me special dispensation to stay in the entry way as long as I have supervision."

A voice piped up from further back in the coat racks.

"I'm her supervision."

Kate took a few steps in to find Lanie in fully feathered flapper regalia downing a martini while sitting on a fake barrel crudely labeled 'Moonshine.'

"Lanie?" As her eye took in the whole picture she noticed one stockinged foot ended in a high heel and the other in a walking cast. "What happened?"

"Little slip and fall. I'll be fine in a few weeks or a few drinks - which is far likely to come sooner," she said with a tipsy grin. "Doctor said to keep off of it so I'm keeping off of it with lil' Lexy here." She cocked her head at the thought. "Lexy and Lanie! I like it!"

"Sounds a little like Bonnie and Clyde to me," Kate joshed.

"Detective Beckett!"

Kate came forward at the beckoning of her captain.

"You look great," Roy told her. "Come on, you've got to see what Castle's done with the place." He ushered her into the bar proper where she could see the old place shined everywhere it wasn't packed with people in period costume. The piano player was at the ivories and Martha was singing up a storm, wearing more feathers in her hair and garish necklaces around her neck than Kate could count. Clearly she was relishing the retreat back to the golden era.

As she passed, Kate could see familiar faces sitting at the tables playing poker: famous authors, city councilmen, even a few sports stars.

"Are they playing for money?" she marveled.

"It all goes into the fund," Roy explained. "They get the thrill of illegal gambling in a speakeasy, but the only person walking away with the cash is the charity's accountant."

"Between this and the Scotch being auctioned off the fund should do well this year."

"Bartender!" Roy called out as they approached the long polished wood and brass bar. "A drink for my ladyfriend here!"

Rick appeared in impeccable period bartender garb, complete with little bow-tie. "Well, well! Will you look at you? All dressed up to dazzle, but no place to go but my humble speakeasy, but never fear!" He punctuated the air with his finger. "You shall have the finest moonshine in all the land in my fair establishment." He lowered his voice. "As long as you don't tell the coppers on me."

"Seeing as how this room is filled with cops already?" she teased. "I think you're pretty safe when it comes to getting busted."

"So, what can I get you? Tonight's specials are pure corn moonshine for a nickel or aged Scotch for five hundred dollars."

"Five hundred dollars!" Kate exclaimed.

"And going fast at that price," Rick remarked. "I figured we might get more selling it by the ounce instead of by the bottle and so far it's going like gangbusters." He paused for a second. "I admit, the fact that we're throwing a tax deductible write off in in the bargain helps a bit as well. These rich folks do love a tax shelter."

"Got anything between the two?" Kate asked. "Five hundred's a bit rich for my blood."

"I've got just the thing..." He stepped away briefly and returned with a martini glass like Lanie had had, putting it down in front of her, adding an olive on a fancy toothpick with a flourish. "Voila! Our Speakeasy special of the hour: the super dirty martini."

Kate eyed the both of them, but picked up the drink and took a sip. "Oh my god!"

"Good, huh?" Rick raised his eyebrows a few times, looking self-satisfied.

"What is in that?" Kate coughed out.

"Moonshine and olive brine! Perfect for Prohibition!"

"I think I'd rather drink the olive brine straight up," Kate said, trying to clear her throat. "Got anything resembling normal alcohol or even tap water at this point?"

"Spoilsport," Rick chastened, but he pulled out a glass of ice and a glass bottle of french mineral water. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a bar to tend."

He took his leave, joining the other bartender behind the counter further down.



Kevin and Javier bounded up both looking glassy-eyed and elated. "We just lost like four hundred dollars to Richard Patterson and Stephen J. Cannell in poker!" Javier told them.

"Yeah, it was great," Kevin enthused.

"You lost a bunch of money and you're happy about it?" Kate asked.

"I'd normally donate some to the fund every year about this time," Javier explained.

"Me too," Kevin echoed. "'Cause you know one year it might be us. Right, man?" He smacked Javier's arm lightly with the back of his hand to punctuate his point.

"So we figured now we've got a story we can tell for a lifetime."

"About how we played poker with some really famous dudes." Kevin nudged his partner. "We should get our picture taken with them before we leave."

"Great idea. Let's do it!"

They took off and left Kate and Roy behind at the bar as Rick returned.

"What do you say, Beckett? Care to put your donation in the pot with a few other poker players?"

"No, I don't think so," she said, waving Roy off.

"Really?" Rick piped up behind them. "Because I've been saving you a seat at Joe Torre's poker table all night. But if you don't want it..."

"Joe Freakin' Torre?" she gaped, eyes widening with awe. "Are you kidding me?" She held up her clutch purse. "How much to ante up? Because I am so in!"

"Ah, the sweet sound of vices," Rick crooned. "Illegal liquor, illicit gambling and cops turning a blind eye. Those were the good old days."

"Well, the good new days have Mastercard and Visa," Kate countered, waving her purse. "So you lead me to a place at Joe's poker table and I'll make sure those widows and orphans have a very good holiday this year."

PhilLeeGirlphilleegirl on December 22nd, 2010 03:54 am (UTC)
This was adorable! Spot on voices and a night that I'm totally jealous of. That bar was amazing and it is the perfect theme, too.
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on December 22nd, 2010 05:19 am (UTC)
Lee! How lovely to see you! /hugs/ Happy holidays! I'm glad you enjoyed my little foray into Castleville. I saw that episode and could not keep myself from writing speakeasy fic for it. ♥
maryclevmaryclev on December 22nd, 2010 04:42 am (UTC)
loved it!
Just a minor correction:
"Joe Freakin' Torres?" she gaped, eyes widening with awe. "Are you kidding me?" She held up her clutch purse. "How much to ante up? Because I am so in!"

It's not Joe Torres. It's Joe Torre. Easy mistake to make.

Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on December 22nd, 2010 05:18 am (UTC)
Re: loved it!
Fixed! See, I *knew* that because I looked him up to be sure, but I was also working on another fic in another fandom where the person's last name *is* Torres and my brain crisscrossed them. Argh. Clearly I am not a hardcore baseball fan. LOL

Thanks for the heads up and for reading!
recycledstars: castle: duck!recycledstars on December 22nd, 2010 12:00 pm (UTC)
Kevin and Javier bounded up both looking glassy-eyed and elated. "We just lost like four hundred dollars to Richard Patterson and Stephen J. Cannell in poker!" Javier told them.

"Yeah, it was great," Kevin enthused.

Gah, SO Ryan. Love it.

In fact, speakeasies and Castle, it's like you KNEW what I liked. (Totally have a thing for speakeasies, totally.) I really liked this, thanks for sharing.