Prominent prohibition era gangster winds up in the future.

Howdy ya'll. I been thinkin' this booze party needed a little something. Ah yes, how about a taste of future shock for the audience? The future is just a day away...

Imagine with me for a moment, a Mafia boss during the prohibition. He has a briefcase. He wears suits. He's a badass. When he drinks the elixir of the forbidden fruit, he feels no guilt. The forbidden elixir cost millions of dollars, and he'd be damned if he didn't try it. When the dropper dripped into his mouth, he tasted the scent of burned butter. It wasn't much worse than a whisky shot. Having consumed the elixir which people boasted as being magic, the air surrounding him grew hotter. Nobody else noticed the temperature change; it was like the air became thick melted butter all around him, and he could barely breathe in this new air. He punched his hands up to the air and gave a loud Woo.

The elixir was teleporting him to a future with no prohibition. It sunk into his veins and dragged them forward in time until he was hundreds of years ahead of his birthday. Due to the causal chain that makes criminals break the law, he felt no desire to actually be a gangster anymore. Nothing was prohibited, and therefore he had no ability to hustle. There was of course the sex trade, but he thought that was sick and he wanted no part of it.