The Drifter is one of Chicago’s oldest operating speakeasies and a favorite place to catch a 15-minute act, order a cocktail from a deck of tarot cards and fall head-over-heels into candlelit inspiration.
“Any vices?” he absentmindedly flirted.
“Fuck yeah,” she smiled into her martini. “I drink like a sailor and swear like a fish.”
And he fell madly in love.
