J;oey; 'Tight Lips' Malone is a Sax Jazz Musician. Born and raised in Harlem, he has made a small name for himself in the most swinging speak-easies in the Apple. It's helped by the fact that he's a delivery man and driver for some fine class, high grade moon-shine.
This hep cat is known for his snappy threads (but no zoot suit, ya dig) and a fine wren on his arm. He sometimes worked as a gabriel or beat some skins but its the gobble pipe that he's known for and can play anything from a clam bake to a lollypop.
He's a trusted individual as he know how stay on the right side of the law while dealing in gin on the side. He's no swell but definitely knows how to take care of himself and never goes hungry.
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"Let's go off to Ireland!"
- Paul Drake after group received life threatening letters in the What is Truth Worth chronicle. Noted for being a spanner in the plot, totally derailing the game for a session. Has become a catchphrase for spannering the plot, or otherwise annoying the GM.