Oli's Wobbly Pop Shop is built out of concrete, with heavy oak windows and doors. The windows are painted a radiant gold as befits a place built for a king. The massive double doors open up to reveal a large common area with a bar on the far wall, easy capable of sitting thirty people. The bar wraps around to the left wall in a L-shape, leading to the restrooms. Over to the right way is a modest sized kitchen with highly skilled chefs trained in all forms of cuisine. In the middle of the room are several tables, each capable of holding fifteen people. Lastly there were a half dozen pool tables in the far corner with a jukebox mixed in.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I welcome you to the Oli's Wobbly Pop Shop and thank you for attending our grand opening. I am the owner of this great establishment as well as filling in as your bartender from time to time. Please find a seat where you will be comfortable and place your order.."

James walked into what seemed to be a bar. Looking around he didn't see his associate he was suppose to meet up with so he grabbed a spot near the window that way he would be able to watch who pulled up. Was only a few seconds up after sitting down that a sexy bartender approached him asking what he would like to drink.

"Three fingers of Jameson hon...don't forget the rocks," he replied with a charming smile on his face. She returned the gesture and began making her way to the bar fetching his drink. Looking up he noticed a undercover had parked across the street. James gave them a wave before flipping them off. Hopefully Joseph_Ligambi and Carmine_Ligambi get here sooner than later he thought to himself..

Making his way down the street to Oil's wobbly pop shop for a drink, Uncle Joe couldn't help but notice an undercover cop sitting parked across the road. As Joe made his way inside he waved to the agent sitting inside the parked car. He did this because he knew it was better to be polite than seem angered by their presence. He never wanted to let the undercover's think they bothered him. To Uncle Joe it was apart of the life. Many had followed him long enough that he knew their names and would buy them and their families Christmas presents.

Upon entering the bar, Uncle Joe noticed one of his Irish friends and associates, JamesBurke. Uncle Joe had taken a liking to Burke for his ability to handle things. Joe didn't discriminate against the Irish hoods in the neighborhood, he knew they had to make a living too and many were good for business, especially JamesBurke.

Uncle Joe made his way towards Burke and the two greeted one another and had a seat. Uncle Joe asked for the same thing James was having. He had just closed his deli for the evening and decided he could go for a nice stiff drink before heading home. Joe was happy to run into Burke because he had something he wanted to discuss.

The two engaged in some small talk until Uncle Joe peered over his shoulder to see if anyone was within earshot.

"Listen James, I'm glad I ran into you. I need you to handle something for me. I got a guy by the name of Jimmy Perello who lives over off 152nd st and works down at the docks. He was betting with me really heavy and can't come up with the money he owes me. I need you to get with some of your friends and take care of it for me. Nothing too drastic, just let him know where he and I stand on the matter."

Knowing exactly what Uncle Joe meant, James nodded his head.

The two shared a few more drinks before Uncle Joe had to excuse himself and get going.

"It was nice running into you and having some drinks. We'll have to do it again sometime James."

Uncle Joe hugged Burke as the two said their goodbyes. He made his way outside and started off down the street, tailed by the undercover officer. As Joe made his way home he knew that his request to Burke would be taken care of and he could sleep well tonight knowing that he would soon get his money.

Chelsea poked her head through the door and looked around. She'd been told that a fellow crew mate's business was down here in the district not far from her own. She couldn't remember the name of it, but she'd been told that Tommy Oliver ran it, and that it had gold windows. 

The gold windows had been easy to find. Once she'd determined that this was the right place, she approached the bar at the back and started to take a seat before she noticed the jukebox. A quick detour, and she was over in front if it plunking in coins snd picking out an array of music; swing, some jazz, a little of the blues. After she returned to the bar and took a seat, she grinned up at the tender that stood there. Not sure if it was Tommy himself, she introduced herself.

"Evening! I'm Chelsea Uccello. May I have a glass of white wine, please?" She asked, then leaned forward a bit. "Would you happen to be Mr. Oliver? If so, I believe we have some, um. Mutual interests," she hedged. He looked familiar either way, but you had to be discreet about these things.

Isabella heard that TommyOliver, an acquaintance of hers, was opening a small place in Detroit so she had to make time to come and see it.  She had no idea it was going to look so amazing!  It was as if the whole place had been dipped in gold!  The smells coming from the kitchen made her mouth water horribly.  She couldn't wait to order.

Finding a table she waited for her companion, Elias to pull out her chair for her.  She watched as her father's men found places of their own around the room.  Ever since she'd been shot she hadn't been allowed out of the HQ without this bevy of guards.  No one knew for sure who had shot up Don Salvatore_Luciano's home but he wasn't taking chances that she might have been the target.

"This place looks amazing, don't you think, Elias?"

As he pushed the chair in whilst Isabella_Luciano was sitting down, he replied 'I must say, you have a fine taste for food & decor, and I totally agree with you. But I can't say that i'm surprised, anyone who works for our family is the greatest!' as he lets out quite a large chuckle, hoping to get a smile from Isabella, providing it doesn't upset her recently repaired bullet wound stitching. 

Elias gestured over to the waiter and ordered the finest bottle of red wine to the table, I know you're not meant to be drinking with your pain meds dear. But a couple of glasses won't hurt...right?' He pauses...'and lets get our cards out on this table, if I have to drink all of it myself, who knows what'll happen. We'll have to wind the clock back to last month & the rescue operation all over again!' he shook his head in still the horror and situation that he got himself into. 'But I promise, I'm more careful now, I'm going to make sure I'm not drunk again, especially when I've got no cover, or protection. I have too much to live for now, and what happened to you just made me realise that'

'If you are hungry dear, we could get dinner too if you wish?' as he raises his glass to hers, toasting good health and prosperity. 

As the two men finish their conversation James watches as Uncle Joe leaves the establishment. Finishing his drink he removes a hundred dollar bill and leaves it for the waitress. Upon getting up he notices a family friend Tommy Oliver walking out from the back. Smiling and waving to him James seems to catch the Capo regime's attention. The two shake hands and pass back some banter before James ask if he will still be around in a couple hours as he has to go do some business but would like to shoot a game of billiards when he returns..

After Tommy replies James smiles shakes his hand one last time before beginning to make his way out to 152nd St. Opening the door he catches a heavy wind that gives him some chills but nothing he wasn't already getting use to from working and living in the windy city. Hailing a taxi he makes his way to downtown 152nd St. When he finally arrives he approaches a pay phone to call the HQ and get some more associates over to help as for the bosses wishes..

When the back up finally arrives they make their way up to Jimmy's room. Kicking the door in they see him scrambling around on the couch as if he were reaching for a weapon. James rushes and tackles him before he can reach it and they smack him around a couple times to send a message but also not hard enough that he would be too injured to pay. A few more kicks and a couple more screams he finally agrees to pay it back. "I'll give it to Uncle Joe tonight a swear" he whimpers. All James had to say in reply was a simple "Good....now don't ever pull this shit again."

The henchmen leave and part ways with the others going to bring word back to the boss and with James making his way back to Tommy's place..

He had just opened up the joint and already business was booming. It was the grand opening and people were already pouring in and mobsters were already beginning to hang around to make money. The problem was the cops were already beginning to watch who poked around but he wasn't to concern. As he came around the back he saw a close friend from the old country. A few words back and forth already had him feeling at home. When James asked if he would still be here in a few hours he had responded with..

"Absolutely brother, I can see myself even setting up a cot in the back since I'll probably be here so often." He already had a few people in mind that would keep him busy here..

"I would love to play some billiards whenever you get back, just ask Stacey the gal that served you, she'll know where to find me."

With James making his exit he began to walk back to the bar when he saw the beautiful ChelseaUccello at the bar and the bartender she seemed to be speaking to waved him over..

"Hello my dear it's so lovely to see you here. Sorry it's starting to get crowded but would you care to come to the back and talk in my office. It's probably much more quiet there and lot less listening ears." He said while making a gesture to where the back door was located..

She took her glass of wine.  "Perhaps it'll be me, with these meds in me combined with the wine, who becomes so drunk I find myself doing things that are against all sanity."  She lifted her glass, "The Luciano Family, may we know many long years of peace and prosperity ... full of happiness, wealth, and love."

She drank from her wine, "Are you allowed to dance wtih me according to those rules my father put down?"

The heat from the summer day starting to get at The Saiyan Prince, having just finished off his delicious ice cream cone before it would melt he still found himself overheating just a tad. The hot weather the main cause but his won thoughts starting to make him boil in anger. Issues and events of the past Definitely initially not helping the situation. Each step he finds himself craving a way to cool down and keep cool, although not finding a permanent solution he can’t help but find another temporary one. This came in the form of the sodeepop shop as he had started to call them in the moment having believed that this was in fact the type of establishment he was entering.

“One ice cold soda  please and if you would be so nice to add some extra ice that would be just the tops. Damn scorcher out there today isn’t it?”

TM had smiled seeing the bartender look at him with a confused look, for a moment he didn’t understand why he was getting the looks until  another patron leans in and informs him that this place only served booze. Even still TM decided to salvage the moment by ordering and enjoying a few ice cold beers as he sits and listens to the various conversations around him.

Elias toasted glasses with Isabella_Luciano before replying to her question 'My dear I don't think a couple of tipsy mobsters dancing together is the end of the world..do you? I haven't broken any rules, and I won't start to break any either..but a dance or 3 cannot possibly be against any sort of rule set down.' he smirks. 'but if you feel differently, you could always go and ask the question? But by the time you've got your answer, the night is over, you've missed some great Jazz music and the night will be over!'

Elias held out his hand towards Isabella - gesturing her to join him onto the floor...

Chelsea came back around to Oli's, having departed abruptly after the first visit with a promise of returning again soon. The place was packed ever more so than last time...at least she thought it was. She'd left pretty drunk the last time she'd been here. 

Armed with a full stomach this time, she took a seat and waved at Tommy Oliver, who was across the room speaking to a man she didn't recognize but that was very obviously connected and in high standing, given the numerous bodyguards swirling around his general vicinity. 

Once Tommy had excused himself and made his way over, she smiled and greeted her crew mate. 

"I'm back! How have you been? All indications say your place is doing really well!" She said, glancing around as even more people poured in. Word sure had gotten around.

Isabella took Elias by the hand and allowed him to spin her round the dance floor.  Three songs came and went and she felt as though she might fly away rather than keep dancing.  Still the call of nature could not be ignored forever.  "Excuse me darling, I need to use the powder room."  

Followed by her guards she walked into the restroom and did her business.  After exiting the stall she washed her hands and fixed her make up.  It was then a rough looking woman, dressed as some sort of low price working girl, stepped up behind her.  

"You Isabella Luciano?"

She tensed.  "Who wants to know?"  She asked narrowing her eyes.

"You don't know me?"

"Afraid I don't Miss..."

"Gale.  I work under Consigliere Singer who is the right hand of..."

"Tyler Durden."  Isabella said as she tensed.  Durden was a name she knew well but this woman was FAR out of her turf.  She turned pulling her gun out of her purse to find Miss Gale had her gun trained on Isabella already. 

Gale clicked her tongue disapprovingly.  "And here I was coming all this way to help you."

"What the hell are you talking about?  Your boss is an Anarchist.  He doesn't do things like we do."

She smiled.  "Good thing for you he doesn't or you'd never figure out who the hell shot you."

"What are you talking about - how do you know..."

"We keep an eye on the cities.  We got our people here, even inside your Daddy's little operation."

"So why help?"

"Like you said, we're anarchists... maybe we want to see a little mayhem and this sure as hell will cause it."  She pulled a photo out of her purse with her free hand and offered it to Isabella.  Isabella took it.  

"A mug shot?"

"Your father has memorized those fuckers' faces - the ones who were dead after they hit his house, the morning you were shot.  Show him that and he'll have a name to put with the face of the son of a bitch who filled you with hot lead. He'll also have the origins of the gang - you know... what turf they use to roll in... as well as the chain of command they were in."

"So that's it... you give me this and you get to enjoy the blood sport after?  That's the ONLY reason you're doing this?"

She smirked.  "That would be telling.  However, once your father follows the bread crumbs I'm sure it'll make sense why we're helping.  Just tell Daddy dearest, he owes Tyler for the tip and Tyler will call it in eventually."

She pushed the photo back to Gale, "No deal.  I'd rather never know than to be in Durden's debt."

"Not your call sweetie... that's up to your Daddy.  Of course, you could just fail to hand over the photo to Salvatore_Luciano and he'd never know.  Guess you got a tough decision."  Gale stepped back.  "Put your gun away darling... you wouldn't want your date with your Dad's Consigliere to end in blood.  That is to say, if you take a shot at me when I go out that door, our guys will put a bullet in Elias' head.  Capisce?  That is how you say it... right?"

"Fuck you."  Isabella said clenching the photo tight.

"I'll pass on your regards to Tyler.  Have a good night Miss Luciano and good hunting!"

Isabella_Luciano had been gone for quite some time, although Elias was no expect in what went on inside a woman's restroom, he was still quite curious, and he was stuck in the middle of the dance floor on his lonesome, and looking rather embarrassed by the whole situation. It was always like he was offering open courtship to whoever wanted to take his hand.

He just about managed to get off the dance floor, pushing past the numerous people dancing away, when in the distance he saw the restroom door fly open, and Isabella came out, clearly with something on her mind..

'What's wrong my dear, you look troubled? Is everything okay?' 

'I'M FINE' bellowed Isabella at Elias, that fiery voice he hadn't seen for a few weeks was out once more, and out in a big way. 'I WANT TO GO HOME RIGHT NOW, AND IF YOU WON'T TAKE ME..I'LL FIND SOMEONE ELSE THAT WILL'

And with that, she headed straight for the door, Elias managed to catch up with her, finding just about enough time to take off his jacket coat and wrap it over her shoulders. 'I'll take you home dear, of course'

Now was not the time to find out what had happened, although Elias imagined it was Isabella thinking too much of their situation once again, and it was confusing her, the dilemmas that he was living with, maybe she was having the same emotional wrestles.'