"You got it?" Cass asked, passing a large wooden crate to Lucky. Lucky grunted, taking the box down the stairs. "Alright then." The four were in the saloon, cleaning up and unpacking. Lucky pried open the box, finding old glasses and empty glass bottles.

"What's that?" Seraphina asked, wiping the bar off with a rag. She huffed, putting her hands on her hips. She peeked into the box before going back to cleaning at the counter. "You can put them on over here. I'm gon' put 'em away when I finish."

Lucky sighed. "You just watched me bring this big ass box all way down them stairs–"

"Yes, now I want you to put that big ass box up on the counter," Seraphina replied with a smile. Lucky grumbled something as he lifted the box. "What was that?"

"Nothin'," Lucky replied.

"I'd hate to have to kick your ass, Lucky," Seraphina commented, starting to polish the glasses as she put them on the shelf.

"As long as you kiss it better later, I don't mind a little ass kickin'," Lucky remarked, kissing Seraphina's jaw. She laughed, responding with a kiss to the lips.

Upstairs, Ann Marie and Cass worked silently, moving boxes and furniture to prep the pool hall. Ann Marie had a cigarette hanging from her lip, occasionally puffing from it while pushing aside tables and fixing wobbly legs on chairs.

"Leg on this one's broken Cass," Ann Marie said, softly patting a pool table. "Needs fixin'."

Cass stood from one of the boxes he was rummaging through. He grunted, lifting one end of the pool with one hand. Ann Marie smiled, flashing the one dimple she had. While she was tending to the broken leg, she heard a car screeching to a stop. She stopped working, walking to a window.

"You finished?" Cass asked, putting the pool table back on the floor. Ann Marie didn't answer, she just stared out the window. "Ann Marie."

A light pink Cadillac pulled in front of the bar. Four people were piled into it. Two in the front, two in the back. The driver, a blonde woman, from what Ann Marie could see, climbed out of the car.

"Well, would you look at that," Cass said. "Our first visitors."

Ann Marie scoffed. "I was gon' say breakfast."

"Don't you go goin' off the deep end, now, Ann Marie," Cass warned, hand pulling on her chaps, pulling her into him. "We gotta make sure they got their heads on straight. We don't eat the good'ns." He pressed a kiss to her neck. "Now, let's see what they want." He sent a slap to her backside as she walked to the stairs.

"Hi, there!" Lucky and Seraphina turned to the saloon style doors being pushed open. A perky blonde woman walked into the bar. She looked like she could've been a pin-up girl when she was young. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a smile that was sure to win an award. She held a pie in her hands, looking around the room. "I see you started cleanin' the place out."

Ann Marie came down the stairs silently, watching the woman who walked in. Cass followed right behind her, a small, polite smile on his face.

"Hi!" the woman repeated. At first, none of them spoke, so the woman continued. "I'm Celestine, I live just down the road."

"How you doin', ma'am?" Seraphina said, wiping the dust off a table. She threw the rag down on the table, putting her hands on her hips. She walked up to Celestine, holding her hand out. "Seraphina James." She gestured behind her. "That's my husband, Lucky. That there is Cass, and that's Ann Marie. She don't talk much."

Lucky tipped his hat. "What ya' got there, Miss Celestine?" he asked, eyeing the pie in her hands.

"Homemade peach pie," Celestine replied, lightly waving the pie around. "You like peach?"

Lucky smiled, "Miss Celestine, I'm from Georgia. I bleed peaches." Celestine laughed, placing the pie on the bar counter.

"My nephew saw y'all ride in last night," Celestine said, wiping off a bar stool before sitting on it. "I figured you could use a couple extra hands to clean this place up."

"Your nephew do heavy lifting?" Seraphina asked.

"Helps 'round the house all the time," Celestine said.

"Bring 'em on in, then."

Celestine walked out to her car, and Seraphina turned to Ann Marie. "Well?" she asked.

Ann Marie took a puff of her cigarette. "Can't tell what her angle is," she mumbled.

"Y'ever stopped to think that maybe she don't got one?" Cass asked, moving a table across the room.

"No one's ever that nice," Ann Marie said. "'Specially to us."

Celestine walked back into the bar, three people trailing behind her. "This is my nephew, Tom." Tom was a long-haired fellow. Skin tanned from being out in the sun all the time. His hands were dirty and calloused, stained from years of manual labor.

"Thomas Presley," he introduced. He shook hands with the women first, then gave firm handshakes to the men. "That's a nice grip you got there, sir." Cass nodded. He gestured to the two young ladies behind him. One was a tall, skinny girl. Sandy blonde hair, sculpted arms, short nails. Ranch girl for sure. The other, presumably younger, girl looked a lot like Celestine. Fluffy, blonde curls, blue eyes. Very perky, very smiley. The girl looked like she did no type of heavy lifting at all.

"Those are my daughters," Thomas said. "Tall one's Frankie. Little one's Daisy."

"Well, ain't you a cute little thing?" Seraphina smiled. Daisy beamed under her large hat.

"Well, let's get to it," Cass clapped. "Got a whole lotta cleanin' to do."

About an hour into cleaning the place up, the group started to see a difference. "I think we made good progress," Daisy said, beating the dust out of a thick velvet stage curtain.

"And how would you know?" Frankie commented, hauling a box onto a table. "All you've been doin' is makin' sure your curls haven't dropped."

Daisy scowled at her sister, drawing the curtains to reveal a stage. "Woah." She dragged a dirt covered tarp off the stage, uncovering a piano and a microphone. Daisy looked around. Everyone was busy working. Hoping the stage was structurally sound, the girl stepped onto the stage. Standing in front of the mic, she started singing softly into the mic.

Frankie rolled her eyes, dancing along to the song. Seraphina and Lucky looked at each other, shocked. A girl that small had a voice that big? Thomas smiled. Celestina grinned, singing with her from where she stood, wiping down a leather booth.

Ann Marie came in through the back door just as Daisy hopped off the stage. "That you?" she asked, eyes piercing into Daisy's. This was the first time Ann Marie had spoken since they came to help. She was much taller than Daisy, and she carried a confidence that could make even the biggest man feel small.

"I was–I was just foolin' around," Daisy stammered, playing with her fingers.

Ann Marie raised a perfectly arched brow, taking a puff of her cigarette. "Do it again," she exhaled, a trail of smoke following her as she sat down at the piano. Daisy stood in her place, confused and intimidated.

"Honey," Seraphina called, leaning over the bar. "You best go on up there. Ann Marie don't like repeatin'."

Daisy scrambled onto the stage while Ann Marie put her hat on top of the piano. "Show me what you were singin'." Daisy started the song over, a light tremble in her voice, while Ann Marie played along on the piano. By the time the two finished, Cass had come downstairs, wiping his dirty hands on a rag. Ann Marie stood up, grabbing her hat. "You ain't bad, kid." Daisy smiled. "We could use someone like you to bring the customers in."

"I'm sure with the way you play, you'd bring customers in all by yourself," Daisy complimented.

"Damn straight," Cass said, pouring himself a drink. Ann Marie chuckled.

"Well, don't this look nice?" a new voice mused, pushing the swinging doors open. She was a thicker, dark-skinned woman. Full lips and a voice that projected across the room. She walked inside, plopping her purse on the bar.

"Essie Mae, what you doin' here?" Celestine asked, giving the woman a hug.

"I came to make sure everything transferred over well," Essie answered, her eyes still roaming the place. Ann Marie stepped off the stage, walking up to her. Essie looked at her with a smile. "Esther Mae Cross. We spoke over the phone?"

Ann Marie shook her hand. "You sound different over the phone." Esther chuckled. "Had me out here thinkin' you were white."

Esther sighed, sitting down at the bar. "My voice the reason I got my job. Ain't too many coloreds can sound like white folks."

"You the one helped us get this place, ain't it?" Cass asked, unpacking a box of beer bottles.

"Sure did," Esther replied. "Soon as I found out y'all were colored, I just had to come see for myself. We the only ones here. Us and little Lila Mae."

"How is she?" Celestine asked.

"She ain't been by the office in Lord knows how long," Esther shook her head. "Ain't seen her mama at church, either."

Ann Marie raised a brow, putting her cigarette out on an ashtray. Celestine shook her head, cutting slices into the pie, "I hope they're alright. Bless their hearts."

"Esther Mae," Thomas greeted, coming from the back. "Thought that was you." He wiped his hands on his pants.

"How you doin', Tommy?" Esther smiled.

"I'm great," Thomas replied. "Just helpin' out."

"Well, it looks great," Esther replied, looking around the room once more. Lucky nudged Cass with his elbow. The two watched how Thomas looked at Esther for a second too long. Cass held back a chuckle, sliding a glass of whiskey over to Ann Marie. No one else seemed to notice the glances except Lucky, Cass, Ann Marie, and Seraphina, which made it all the more funny.