It had been a long time since Red had gotten out of his house for reasons other than to aid and embed. Today however he rolled out of his bed and stepped out onto his balcony, and realized that it was far too nice of a day to stay cooped up all day. Doing his normal "getting ready" routine; checking the ammo in his clip, straightening his tie, etc, his stomach started to grumble at him furiously. Hmph, he thought, I'm going to have to make my first stop at a restaurant.

The weather being so nice, Red figured he might as well walk there. The leaves were just starting to come back after a cold winter, blowing care free in the breeze across the road. A flash of color appeared from the corner of his eye as he turned around to stop an attempted Pickpocket. What a dumb-ass, Red thought, chuckling to himself as he continued the trek into the business district.

The wind suddenly changed directions, blowing the most intoxicating scent Red had smelled in ages. His stomach churned even more at this smell and he knew that his nose would lead him to wherever it was coming from. After following the trail for about fifteen minutes Red finally arrived at a bar and grill. Stepping inside, he looked around, curious if there would be anyone to have lunch with.

Keme had been out and about all morning, running errands for her boss. Sometimes she felt more like a secretary than a right hand. Having got caught up on most of her dealings and trouble makers, she was in need of a bite to eat.

Having known that her fellow mobster Toby had a place in Detroit she had made her way there. She wasn't exactly sure what her taste buds were interested in today, but she sat there looking at the menu for a few minutes. The waiter had gave up on coming back to the table and was now just awaiting for her to signal him.

Sighing, she brushed her daring red dress down as it had slid up when she took a seat. She had ordered a bottle of champagne, and was sipping on that while she continued to study the menu. Was she interested in fish or just a salad? She didn't need to eat something heavy that would weigh her down, it was only lunch time after all. Brushing her fingers through her long brown hair she double checked to make sure her large black hat with the fake red rose was still in the chair next to her. She had just bought it to go with her dress the other day and had finally found a reason to wear it out. She usually never had time to sit and eat at a restaurant.

Scanning the room, a glimpse of red caught his eye and as he turned to look, another patron tripped over him causing the contents of their lunch to be spilled on his outer jacket. Furious at the situation but not wanting to make a scene, Red heads to the washroom to attempt the removal of the stains on his coat. Rolling his eyes after trying for a few minutes with no luck, he shrugs and leaves it behind for the next fella without a fine jacket to have.

Exiting the washroom, he sighs and notices a fairly attractive woman sitting alone. How odd, Red thought, I'm pretty sure I've seen her in the streets before... The woman gave off an aura of authority, though it wasn't overbearing. More of like "fuck with me and you'll regret it" rather than "do what I say". Smiling politely, Red coughs nonchalantly into his hand trying to get her attention

Toby spent most of his day working behind the scenes at his bar. Unlike many other big name owners Toby still enjoyed getting his hands onto the glasses and pouring drinks for customers himself. He thought of it as 'giving back' to the people who had helped him get his start.

One of his favorite parts about working behind the bar is no wait for refills. Toby frequently refilled his glass with whiskey and on occasion topped himself off with a cold draft. It wasn't uncommon for Toby to recognize a few of his patrons so he wasn't very surprised that he saw some fellow members of his home city stop in to conduct business and get some food.

Today much like others he noticed a well dress woman walk into his bar and take a seat. Toby smiles as she blissfully scanned through the menu weighing all her options. Toby decided he'd just continue to work until she took notice he was the one behind the bar.

Keme was still focused on trying to figure out what she was going to eat when she had heard a bit of a hustle and bustle and some things falling. Her eyes glanced over to see what happened and she felt a bit bad for the guy. Such a nice outfit to be ruined. The scene having ended she went back to looking at the menu and decided she would just let the waiter decide for her when she heard someone coughing nearby.

Seeing it was the same man who had his jacket ruined she raised her eyebrow and lowered her menu. He looked like he was slightly familiar, but working in Chicago, where there were so many under her head Godfather, Sammy. It was hard to know everyone.

"Can I help you?" Keme asked letting the words run smoothly off her tongue as she then took a sip of her champagne.

Possibly, ma'am, I noticed you were sitting here alone. You look so familiar, too. Red loses himself in thought for a moment, trying to figure out where she looked so recognizable from. After a few moments he realizes that she's one of the upper structure in Chicago, working indirectly as was he for Sammy. . I believe we both work in the same line of work, and I was wondering if you minded if i joined you for lunch.

Keme felt it was a bit off that someone who seemed random would just ask to eat lunch with her, but she could use the company. Nodding she pointed to the chair across from her. Then waving the waiter down he came as fast as he could over to the table as if his life depended on it, literally.

"He would like to order his drink and I'm not sure if he is ready to order food, but you can put my order in. I would like the North Pacific Shrimp Scampi, please."

The waiter nodded and then did his best to hold his composure together as he turned to the man across from her. 

Luckily Red had already planned out what he wanted to eat, so when the waiter turned to take it down he responded quickly.

"I'll have a house salad with grilled fish, a heavy layer of lemon juice on both if you have it in stock. And as to drink, I'll take your strongest beer in a mug with no ice, please."

Smiling, he pulls out a cigar from its box in his pocket and lights up, taking a seat and getting comfortable.

"You work with Toby, correct?" Red asked, tilting his head to the side. Clearing his throat he rephrases the question,

"Ahem, sorry that came out a bit blunt. I'd more meant to say that I've been doing what I do in Chicago for a while now, and that I'd bet my right hand that I've seen you doing the same type of work as me before."

Sighing deeply again, he sticks out his hand and smiles apologetically

"Once again ma'am my manners have seemed to slip away today, my name is Red Forman."

Toby took his leave from the bar and stepped into the back. Walking through hid bustling kitchen Toby smiled remembering the days of working as a line cook in a place similar to this one.

After a few minutes and a few more drinks Toby hands the Shrimp Scampi and salad to a waiter to take over to the table. Removing a cigar from his jacket pocket, Toby lit the cigar and puffed on it for a few moments before returning to the bar. His drink was half empty after all.

Keme thanked the waiter and smiled. She shooed him off and then returned to the conversation.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Keme and I have worked with Toby, yes. Not directly for him though." 

Keme didn't really seem to care about talking about the business she did. The suits in town knew who she was and weren't going to bother to touch her, she covered her tracks too well and knew all of their family. Yet, you wouldn't ever be able to tell that by how relaxed she always held herself. She also forgot to act like a lady here and there, but was getting better with time. When you were apart of the mafia, you couldn't really act like a lady when running with men. Yet, looking like one always helped.

Taking a bite of her food she savored the taste before taking another sip from her glass.

Continuing his journey through the streets of Detroit, Governor looked as his pocket-watch and saw that it was 20:27

"Time to have some dinner" Governor thought, "I wonder where I could find a dining establishment"

By then, a miracle happened, a restaurant further down the block had come into Governor's field of vision. He began walking toward it and saw the sign above the building

Toby and Snickerzz's Bar and Fine Dining Lounge

Governor enters the restaurant and immediately is handed a menu and greeted,

"Hello! Welcome to Toby and Snickerzz's Bar and Fine Dining Lounge! I am Snickerzz and I'll be happy to help you with anything you need today!"

Governor was led to an exquisite corner booth, with a spot with a wide view of the interior while being able to have his back to the wall. Snickerzz left Governor to the menu while he tended to another restaurant patron

Now properly seated, Governor took a look at the menu, reading the first page,

    Luxury Eaters Section~
 

North Pacific Shrimp Scampi

Grilled Lobster

Salmon Delight

Deluxe Pacific Crab

Turning to the second page of the food menu he read,

Governor was torn between the steak and the shrimp scampi, but he had not had any seafood for a while, so he decided to go with the latter. Now with his meal select, it was time to turn to the drinks

By the time Governor made his decision, Snickerzz returned, ready to take the Governor's request.

"I'll have the North Pacific Shrimp Scamp, with a side of potato salad and coleslaw, and I'll take a bottle of your finest white wine."

Snickerzz gave a curt nod, and proceeded to the kitchen to notify the cooks of their latest patron's desires.

Governor sat back and waited, he was eager to enjoy this meal before he was to return to Philadelphia, he had no intention of going on an eight hour flight with solely exploding peanuts.

Toby had another whiskey or three, who the hell was actually counting anyway? Feeling a nice buzz beginning to build Toby decided to step outside for a quick smoke. There was something he liked about smoking outside, but never actually made the effort to do it more often. Standing outside the front door of his business Toby was able to watch all manner of ruffians and citizens co-mingle and consort with one another. People watching after-all was another of his favorite hobbies.

As he was just finishing his cigar he spotted a little old lady crossing the road at the end of the block, about half way across a bum slammed into her and made off with her purse.

"Fuckin asshole" he muttered under his breath. "Some people just don't have any respect anymore, its despicable." Toby spits on the ground in the direction the bum ran, and made his way over to help the old lady cross the street. 

Mudkip walked into the extremely aged establishment owned currently by Don Toby, a known fine cuisine specialist and local crime lord of Chicago, upon entering the waiter knew whom he was immediately and gave him a VIP spot in the back where he came back almost instantly after Mudkip has sat down

'Here is your menu sir, it shall be prepared by the finest chefs in Detroit and we'll throw in some good whiskey for you as a gift' Mudkip heard the waiter say to him as he handed him the menu which consisted of many a things to chow down on, Mudkip wasn't sure what he wanted so he glanced back at the menu

Luxury Eaters Section~
North Pacific Shrimp Scampi

Grilled Lobster

Salmon Delight

Deluxe Pacific Crab

The Big Eaters Section
Porter House Steak

Ceaser Chicken Combo

Ragulie's Spaggetti

Beer & Cheese Burger

Drinks Section
Whiskey

Red Wine

Ground Tap Beer

Water

Toby's Vodka

Toby's Tequila

White Wine

Mudkip wanted a Porter house and a nice whiskey that was previously offered to him by the kind waiter and then he decided he'd eat well tonight, usually Almonette only fed him twice a day of whatever was left in the HQ public fridge which usually consisted of many fish related products, which honestly made Mudkip sick to his stomach even thinking about

'Waiter! I'd like the best porter house steak you have and a bottle of whiskey, also if Toby's in the house, send him my regards, thank you'