I seem to have unwittingly started a theme with my Lindy Hop dancers! Of course,  zlucas1's liquor-smuggling red wolf probably wishes he was frittering the night away at a dance club, or maybe a speakeasy in some secluded alley where rum runners like him are considered heroes. Nope, he's stuck on a street corner with a suitcase full of something illicit, wondering if his contact just took a wrong turn or if he's being hung out to dry. Spoiler: he gets away cleanly!

Fun fact, in case you didn't know: during the Prohibition, rum runners like this fellow took stock cars and heavily modified them with powerful engines and secret smuggling compartments. That way, they had the speed to outrun the law on country roads but could still blend in with city traffic. These modified rides were such a point of pride that rum runners began organizing races to determine who had the fastest cars. After the end of the Prohibition era, rum running disappeared, but the races went on and eventually evolved into NASCAR, the most popular spectator sport in the US. And it's all thanks to booze!