Ned's surprised to hear that some places served drinks openly - that wasn't really the way that he'd imagined it, but upon reflection it makes sense. Everyone must have known that few people were really obeying the law when it came to the ban on alcohol.
He drinks some more of the vodka mixture, thinking that it's not nearly so noxious, when it's a mixed with a few other things. Part of him wishes he could have seen it: the speakeasies, the old cars, the glamor of that era. But he has seen it - at least, glimpsed it - in those few dreams of Meyer's. And what he'd seen had been exciting, yes, but also terrifying. There's a very real chance, he supposes, that that last nightmare of Meyer's will come true, that he and Charlie will end up on their knees in some squalid warehouse, surrounded by men with guns and very few compunctions about using them.
"I don't know what people were thinking, with the whole Prohibition thing. It was never going to work in the long term. I don't even drink that often and even I know that." He's starting to feel the effects of the alcohol, now, a hint of heat in his cheeks.
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He drinks some more of the vodka mixture, thinking that it's not nearly so noxious, when it's a mixed with a few other things. Part of him wishes he could have seen it: the speakeasies, the old cars, the glamor of that era. But he has seen it - at least, glimpsed it - in those few dreams of Meyer's. And what he'd seen had been exciting, yes, but also terrifying. There's a very real chance, he supposes, that that last nightmare of Meyer's will come true, that he and Charlie will end up on their knees in some squalid warehouse, surrounded by men with guns and very few compunctions about using them.
"I don't know what people were thinking, with the whole Prohibition thing. It was never going to work in the long term. I don't even drink that often and even I know that." He's starting to feel the effects of the alcohol, now, a hint of heat in his cheeks.