Moydadir nods, "Of course!"

Excellent. I'll go and get it for you. While I put your order in please think about what you'd like to drink and wave me down when you know.

Syndicate walks over to the bar to put in the order and takes a walk around to see if anyone else is interested in some service.

Moydadir nods, "Alright." Moydadir then slightly converses with the lovely woman on what they should drink.

After a long and exhausting flight from Chicago to Detroit, SyrupWaffle walks into the Bar and Fine Dining Lounge. She'd been travelling quite a bit today and was looking for a late night dinner. It looked like she had found the right place just for this!

Upon taking inspecting the menu, she giggled. Though choice, I am quite hungry and thus the "Big eaters section" looks appealing but on the other hand I am a lady and only settle for luxury which is what the "Luxury eaters section" is providing. Difficult difficult.

I guess there's a simple solution to this problem, I shall order 2 dishes from the Luxury eaters section and turn it into my own big eaters meal. SyrupWaffle seemed well pleased with her solution and started to inspect the menu more carefully.

Now that I found a solution to one problem, another problem is arising… What to order? Well I guess I could order two different dishes… Yep, waiter… I'm going to go for the North Pacific Shrimp Scampi and the Deluxe Pacific Crab.

On the side of this I would like some garlic bread, salad and roast potatoes. Especially the roast potatoes are my favorite! As for drinks, just keep the white wine coming, I've been told that white wine is the wine to drink with fish. Though I would prefer sweet over dry if possible please.

SyrupWaffle nodded at Moydadir and Syndicate, evening guys! Are you having a good meal? It's my first time here and I'm quite anxious to try out some of these delicious dishes. Fish in Detroit what do you know aye?!

Whilst the waiter walked off to pass on Syrups order to the cook, Syrup put down a big envelop on the table, it was absolutely filled with money. She started to count the bills and people were staring at her. She couldn't help to enjoy and show off when ever she made a very succesfull business transaction.

In this case is was a drugsdeal gone well. She'd bought around 40 units of Cocaine in Chicago for the mere sum of 5k and was able to sell it here in Detroit for 9,3k. Yes SyrupWaffle could definitely afford herself two luxury dinners!

If the service was a good as people had told her it was, the waiter would be looking at quite a handsome tip for his efforts. She smiled at the waiter when he came back with a bottle of white wine and some complimentary garlic bread. The waiter had seen the cash, she was guaranteed of some excellent service for sure.

Moydadir is slightly startled at the suddenness of SyrupWaffle.

Syndicate sees a fine sum of money on Syrup Waffle's table. He grabs Moyadir's meal and brings it back to Moyadir's table.

Here you are Moydadir, have you decided what you and the lady would like to drink?

Syndicate walks to SyrupWaffle's table.

Welcome sir, to the Bar and Fine Dining Lounge. I am the oldest member on staff and I assure you that all we offer at our locations is excellent service and great food and drink. I will be back for your order but can i get you a drink?

Syndicate takes a step back and surveys both tables looking for a drink answer from one of the two tables.

Moydadir clears his throat, "Yes, we've decided on the finest white wine you have, good sir."

Well although we do have Toby's Vodka, my suggestion to those drinkers that wish to get hammered and feel fancy, the old man that made it left in our care and there is little left. However as for our most fancy white wines I would suggest,

Syndicate clears his throat and checks the expressions on peoples faces as he suggests the msot expensive white wine in all of the hemisphere,

The Bordeaux, a 1787 Chateau Lafite. It hasn't made it onto our menu's mostly because this happens to be a fine dinning lounge and our guests rarely come to spend the high prices. However we do carry it, we... aquired it, it was a good deal on our end but I like you so I will give you 2 glasses on the house and you let me know if you would like to purchase a bottle.

Syndicate goes to the back and seals the door tight. A few locks can be heard and the lounge lights dim as if a high electric source was used. The locks sound once more as Syndicate emerges from the back with a silver platter, upon it lies 2 glasses of the Bordeaux, an assortment of cheeses, and a few chocolate covered strawberries.

If you need anything else, please just ask. I'd be happy to get this bottle gift wrapped for you if need be as well.

Syndicate closes the door to the bar. He hangs a sign outside that states, Opening soon; revitilization in progress.

A few hours later Syndicate returns and opens up the bar. He welcomes guests inside. 

In the bar you are able to notice the revitalized bar stools and table's. The bar itself is bigger.

I was able to purchase the business next door to make this place larger. 

In the new area lay a second bar with shiny new glasses behind it and an area reserved for dancing, a band is setting up in the corner stage right next to the solid oak floor. Against the back wall lies a door. The door is marked Corelli's. Asking no questions you come into the bar and sit at the table to order your first drink.

Cross walks in with a smile on his face. Happy to be in Detroit visiting friends and conducting a little business. He takes a seat at a table and orders a bottle of red wine and the lobster then leans back in his chair and waits for his meal.

CHpistol walks in casually, strutting with a noticeable bounce to his step. He is donning his usual bowler over frizz, red-stained trench coat over frail skeletal body. The breath stinks like peppermint schnappes. He makes his way to the bar and sits at a stool

Excuse me, bar keep? Yessir, you down there.

Barkeep makes his way over.

Could you grab me a glass? C'mon, huh? Do it, if not for me, then your man here, THE WAR VETERAN, the pride of New Orleans, Louisiana, Karma's own blade master holding the crown without anything going down, you know his name, CHpistol. Please. I need a glass. It's all I got!

Pulls out half empty bottle of schnappes and begins drinking straight from the bottle. Looks disgruntled.

Syndicate makes his way over to the table. 

Sir, what can I do for you? I hate to see people looking disgruntled in here.

Fogle strolls into the bar, looking all around at the emptiness that lies within. 

Man it's a shame this place fell apart after all the good owners passed on. I wish it would reopen.

Fogle strolls out closing the door for what may be the last time this bar will ever see a customer.

Tony pulls up in front of the joint 15 minutes earlier then expected. Shutting the motor of his vehicle off he steps out onto the streets his bodyguard Frank opening the door to the restaurant, stepping trying to escape the cold breeze. The bustling sounds of activity, for a while now this business escaped the clutches of the Mafia and was running independently. Stepping inside handing his coat over to Frank the old bodyguard hanging it up. Making his way over to the bar pondering over the menu his thoughts of the perfect beverage interrupted by the bartender.

"What will it be sir?"

The bartender asks, waiting for the veteran mafioso's response.

"Get me a scotch on the rocks Kid"

Tony replies the young man making the drink immediately. Accepting his drink placing a $100 tip for the young worker, retiring over to his usual table, lighting one of his cigars enjoying the jazz in the background.

Johnny walks into the bar and takes a deep breath. He had missed the smell of a classy place and was looking forward to this evening. He quickly takes a glance at his watch. "Shit" he thinks to himself, "that thing took a little longer then expected". While hanging up his coat he catches sight of Frank and strolls over to him.

"Hey Frank good to see ya. Sorry I'm running a little late. Where is he?"

As Frank points over to the right, behind the large booth, Johnny shakes his hand and takes off quickly in that direction. This was going to be the first time in awhile that they'd be able to relax together and have a few drinks. He turned the corner and saw Tony sitting there enjoying a cigar and couldn't help but let out a grin.  Approaching the table he yells over to him.

"Tooony, about time we see each other again. Ive been waiting too long".

As Tony stands up Johnny pulls him over and gives him a hug.

"How you been?"

"ooooh! Johnny ey I agree its been way to fucking long, how have I been? Christ cant even go out without the woman breaking my fucking balls.. You know how fucking crazy broads get believe me, the amazing thing is how we keep comin back for more ey?"

Tony replies stepping back taking a good look at the man whom he had not seen in a long time. Grasping Johnny's hand firmly shaking his hand, reaching into his jacket he slides the man his welcome home present. Leaning in speaking gently.

" a little token of our appreciation, you'll get the rest later. Consider it a graduating present, so comon sit down have a drink"

Tony takes a seat across from Johnny raising his arm he motions over the waiter, finishing his drink placing it on the tray.

"Ill have a scotch on the rocks and get this man a Manhattan I know he's probably itching for one by now, and bring back the menus eh?."

The waiter nods making his way to the bar, Tony pulls a cigar out of his pocket sliding it across the table along with his matchbook.

"I take it you could use one of these....Its been way too long"

Johnny laughs "Some things never change right? Hahaha."

He looks down and reaches over the table, taking a match with his cigar. He pulls the cigar up to his nose and takes a whiff before lighting it. He enjoys the first few puffs before speaking.

"Ah yes, far too long. But I wont have to worry about that no more. No more bullshit to put up with."

He leans back in his chair and takes a look over at the bar before taking another puff.

"Thanks for this" he says as he pats his pocket. "I know you'll have some more work for me and I cant wait to get back in. Looks like you got a nice thing going."

Johnny picks up his drink and has a taste.

Tony takes a sip of his drink its coolness refreshing, as he returns for another puff of his cigar.

"Please its the least I could do, guy like you deserves the world after what went down, a string of bad luck. You know I always felt bad about what happened, but ey your out now your surviving and lifes starting to get back on track. As for me I have headaches like you wouldnt beleive....Infact this one person"

Tony removes a card with a name written on it..looking over at Johnny he smirks, sliding the card across the table.

"Something for you to handle...Action is quite juicy if you dont mind a little mess..Ill be waiting to hear you from an outside line..if you accept.."

Smirking as he puffs on his cigar leaning back into his chair.

"Yeah I know, but what you gonna do."

Johnny lets out a shrug and finishes off his drink. He picks up the card and puts it in his left inside pocket.

"Easy stuff Tony" he says as he gets up and nods, checking his watch once again.

"Oh hey, I got a flight to catch, I'll call you tomorrow."

He turns and shakes Tony's hand before going.

"Nice seeing you again, we'll do this again real soon."