Niki rolled her eyes over Kevin's obnoxious behavior, but, knew how he was.. He'd been this way for almost as long as she could remember. She smiled up at the waitress as she looked concerned at Kevin's knee. Funny.. there wasn't even a red mark.. She would have to fix that when the waitress left.

As the waitress brought Kevin a small bag of ice and feigned concern, Niki smiled. This girl knew all kinds of men like Kevin, and she could give them the attention they felt they needed without disrupting her morals.  She left their table and went back to the table of men beside them to fill their glasses. She saw one of them grab the girl's ass, and she put her hand on her Glock. The waitress just giggled and stepped out his grasp and headed to the kitchen. She released the Glock and realized that this girl knew exactly how to handle herself. 

She looked at Kevin and said, "since I'm paying for dinner, you better tip that girl good."

Kevin could tell when Niki didn't approve of his womanizing.  He really tried, but he was a chip off their old man's block. 

He saw his sister reach for her Glock when the guy at the next table grabbed the girls ass.  He decided to show some chivalry so the waitress could finish her shift without being harrassed…..at least by that table.

Be right back sis.

Kevin slid out of the booth and walked up behind the man who had a hand full of ass just 10 seconds earlier.  Before the man knew he was there Kevin had grabbed the guy's ear and nearly twisted it off.  His buddies started to intervene but soon realized that Kevin had already placed his own Glock behind the man's ear.  He leaned down and whispered so only the men at the table could hear.......

Listen boys, Peptide might or might not be coming in here shortly.  He doesn't take kindly to animals like yourself interupting his people or harassing the help.  See that lady over there?   Kevin nodded toward MissNiki.  You've already pissed her off, and she's the last lady you want to piss off.  To piss her off......and then have the boss man come in and hear about your actions......would not be a good night for you.  I suggest you pay your bill, tip the girl well, and be on your way.

Kevin reached into the man's wallet and threw all the cash onto the table before holstering his gun and sitting back down next to Niki.

He sheepishly looks over to Niki.....

Hope the food comes soon, i'm starving.  He pauses for just a second. I'm not her type, am i?  Kevin flashes that ornery grin that only Niki could appreciate. 

Niki smiled at Kevin. He really was a great man! He took care of everyone, sometimes without them even knowing. The table of men next to them hastily got up and left quickly. The waitress walked out of the kitchen with a fake smile plastered on her face. Niki watched as the smile melted into a real smile that reached her eyes. She started cleaning the table beside them as she gasped. In her hand was 500 bucks for a 50 dollar meal. That would pay the rent and utilities for the next four months! She smiled and silently thanked God. 

As she went back to the kitchen to get their food, Niki looked at Kevin " No my brother, she is definitely NOT your type. But. that was a wonderful thing you did back there, even if she doesn't know it. " As the waitress set down the steaks before them, Niki couldn't wait to dig in, she was ravenous. Sometimes she forgot her manners, and this was one of those times, she didn't have the common decency to wait until the waitress left to shove a bite of steak in her mouth. "Can I get you anything else?" the waitress sweetly asked. Niki looked up sheepishly and shook her head no. Kevin laughed out loud across the table from her. 

The steak was one of the best she ever ate, and maybe it was because she was hungry, but, it didn't matter, she cleaned her plate and was glancing at the dessert menu when she looked over at Kevin who was pushing a piece of asparagus around his plate absently. "Kevin, is something bothering you? " 

Nah, I'm good.

Kevin never could pull the wool over on Niki.  She's had him figured out since they were kids.  

Just glad you seem to be enjoying that steak.

Niki poured Kevin another glass of bourbon, " SPILL THE BEANS! WHAT IS WRONG? " She demanded loudly enough that the waitress looked up from another table to glance at them.

"We've talked about having normal lives.. It's not in our blood, and it would never work.. could you imagine me as a housewife catering to my husband and children's every whim?? HA! not on your life, and yes, it gets lonely, and there are people from our past that we imagine how life could have been and who we miss with every fiber of our being, but this.. this is the life we chose. "  She swallowed her bourbon and motioned the waitress. 

"Two extra large slices of your devil's food cake with some vanilla ice cream please!! also, could you tell the cigarette girl that my brother is out of smokes?" 

She knew when Kev got in these moods, he needed a distraction, and the breasts on the redheaded cigarette girl would create the very distraction that he needed. 

She always knew.  From the time they were kids.  She knew him.  Kevin always put on the tough front, he drank too much, he gambled too much, Lord knows he whored around too much.  But his sis always had his back.

As the cigarette girl approached he barely noticed that she had already lit the cigarette in her own mouth before seductively putting it into his.   After all, her breasts did arrive shortly before she did.  And Kevin loved some breasts.

I heard you needed a smoke.....and maybe a little companionship.

Kevin took a long drag on the cigarette and gave MissNiki that brotherly grin.

Give me your number darling.  Tonight I'm spending some quality time with family.

Their driver walked through the doors of the restaurant, and discreetly gave MissNiki a telegram marked urgent. MissNiki held the telegram in her hand unopened until he exited the restaurant.

She opened the telegram and started reading it aloud to Kevin__Kelly

Peptide, Crew Leader of Lucky Adhesion - New York City -

 

Send to Mr. Kevin__Kelly and MissNiki (Kelly)

You are required to report to Michael - 1498 7th Avenue - Bricktown DT - ASAP. 

He is taking over operations there, and you will be his RH and LH respectively.

 

 

 

Just landing in Detroit Jacky was meeting up with an old buddy of his at a restaurant. He has the driver drop him off in front of Detroit's Finest Steak House. This was a good spot to get a nice steak, which was always the right time if any. He walks in and is shown to a booth. Jacky takes a seat as the waiter approaches. 

“Could I get an ashtray please”

He says as he takes a drag of his joint, 

“Start me off with the garlic bread with melted cheese, and you can follow up with a ribeye steak well done please, oh and can i get the bottle of cognac with an ice bucket.? Thank you?”

The waiter takes the order down as he makes his way to the kitchen to get the meal started, Jacky continues to wait as he glances out the window keeping an eye on things going on around him. Being in a new city with not many contacts would make you keep your head on a swivel. Just at that moment is when his contact arrived.

She looked Kevin__Kelly and smiled. "Looks like all those extra hours working have paid off Kev!!"

She motioned the waitress to bring another bottle in celebration. They sat and drank for hours, and they talked about everything this opportunity would mean. Moving to Detroit was scary, as they had lived in New York all their lives. She would miss the hustle and bustle of the city. The smell of the bagels baking in the early morning hours down the street from her apartment. The bridges, the architecture, and most of all, the feeling of community in her neighborhood.

As they sat there talking and reminiscing, the driver walked back into the restaurant and handed her yet ANOTHER telegram.  She was surprised. Two in one night?? What on earth? She read it silently and as she read the words tears filled her eyes. 

Mr. Kevin__Kelly and MissNiki (Kelly)

Feds came and raided the headquarters. Took Peptide and Mekhi out in handcuffs. Public hanging in the street. Both are dead.

Headquarters burnt to the ground. The crew grabbed flights all over the country to avoid detection. Stay away.

 

Cogsworth - Crew Member - Lucky Adhesion

As she read, Kevin watched her face crumple into tears. He knew it was bad, but he had no idea, how bad it truly was. She dropped the paper on the table and sobbed. 

EdSheeran had entered the steak house he had been told so much about from his family and was shocked to see that it was still here and still had customers floating in and out. 

He had heard so much about his great great grandfather Random and wanted to see what was going on inside the restaurant hat Random had set up

Firstly it looked like it needed a refurbishment but still the customers flowed in and all the tables where full. 

There was a picture of Random on the wall and a small quote that read "The Peaky Blinders" this must have been his crew name where him and his other crew members hung out, then he strolled around the room asking certain people waiting for a table what he was missing here, why was his Great great grandfather so infamous the answer was this,

There were not many people that had shown so much loyalty in the past and your great great grandfather was not afraid to stand up for what he believed in, even when the odds where stacked against him he did not hold back he stood and fought his ground, Many of his comrades did not join in the fight and instead they hid and later as your great grandfather predicted they fell to people he tried to warn them so much about.

That was the story of the Great Random

Ciel arrived at a steakhouse with his butler for this meeting with Baron Diedrich, one of the Aristocrats of Evil and a friend of Vincent Phantomhive. They picked a table at the corner and waited for him.

Diedrich came after some time. 

"Good evening Mr Diedrich," Ciel greeted him.

"Good evening. I'm surprised we are meeting in a place other than the Phantomhive Manor today," Diedrich replied as he took his seat at the table.

"Phantomhive Manor is currently undergoing reconstruction following some unfortunate events. I wouldn't want my guests to be bothered by the noise and sight of it."

Sebastian_Michaelis poured out a glass of wine for Baron. "Sir, what would you like to have for dinner? This place has the finest steaks in Detroit."

Sebastian took both Ciel_Phantomhive and Mr Diedrich's orders, then he stood behind his master as they talked and waited for their food.

Diedrich read the menu and made his selections. Ciel also told Sebastian_Michaelis his order.

"Wagyu steak with the toasted bread starter. And a cheesecake," he said.

Sebastian mentally noted down the list and bowed before going to place the order.

"So Mr Diedrich," Ciel said, getting back to him, "The reason I had you come here all the way from Germany... The Queen has given us a mission and I'm trying to find a man who might be of help to us."

Ciel holds up a photo of a man with short black hair and closed eyes. He had a girl sitting near him. 

Diedrich took a good look at the man. "Who is he?" he asked.

"Lau. He's a branch manager of 'Kong-Rong'."

Diedrich looked at Ciel, confused. "How is he going to be of any help?"

Frank had heard about Detroit's finest steak house and he wanted to try it.  He ordered a ribeye with fried scallop potato's with two buttered rolls and a beer.  Rosa ordered the same only instead of beer she choose a glass of red wine While Rita ordered a T-bone steak with vegetables and white wine.   Frank sat back in his chair and talked with Rita and Rosa as they waited for their orders.  They were there on business trying to increase their Canadian orders which was a twenty minute drive accross the bridge or the frozen lake.  Frank looked around the establishment and became taken by the family environment  he liked that the different classes eating nearby each other without the petty swabbles.    

His food arrived and they smiled as they started to eat Rita pointed out the the meat was still sizzling Frank was happy the the cook seasoned the meat as they cooked it.  The potatos were hot with a hint of season salt the beer was cold and the rolls steaming hot baked in butter.  When they were done Frank called for the bill and happily paid  and tips the waitress because she kept his beer mug full.   

Julius picked a number and grab the nearest table available. He placed the number on the table and looked over the menu that resided. The waitress came over and introduced herself as Susan then asked for his drink. "Whiskey on the rocks." Julius answered. 

Susan gave him a few minutes to think over his order. By the time she came back with the whiskey, he was ready to order. 

"I'll have the 10 oz ribeye, medium-rare, with mashed potatoes and asparagus."

Susan jotted down his order as he spoke. Once finished, she smiled and said she would bring it right out. Within his wait, his glass was refilled once before his food arrived. The first bite was heavenly, in fact, he could've sworn "O Father, You Are Sovereign" was playing. He finished eating a few minutes after. Before leaving, he left behind a generous tip hoping it showed his appreciation. 

"That, you will get to know soon. I've heard he's a capable man," replied Ciel.

Diedrich took a sip of his wine. "How do you know he will be agreeing to help?"

Ciel gave a smug smile. "I have my own way to keep him under control. Anyway, Mr Diedrich, the Phantomhive Manor will be restored in a week. We are having a meeting next Monday."

"I look forward to seeing a new face then."

The food arrived. Sebastian_Michaelis neatly served it to Diedrich.

He then whispered something to Ciel.

Ciel listened and nodded. Sebastian looked at Diedrich who was happily gorging himself with the food.

"Sir, please enjoy your dinner. Young master has something important come up that needs his attendance immediately so he has to leave early."

"You might as well eat my steak," Ciel mockingly told him. 

Diedrich felt annoyed at his words but did not reply.

Sebastian bowed one last time to the baron, before exiting the restaurant with his master, Ciel_Phantomhive .

Finally, Nutmeg arrived at the place he had been searching for all night and had no idea. While the Casino was a bust and the Fajita tasted like it was made out of some sort of sandpaper byproduct, a nice juicy steak would be a great thing to indulge in and all of that fat would be sure to put him to sleep afterwards; wearing his finest clothes he already fit in with the surrounding patrons and once the doors swung open and he stepped inside no one took any sort of notice at him, it was almost as if he wasn't even there.

"So what's good here, eh?", trying to speak to the maitre' d was really his only play to see if he could get a seating this late at the night, but luckily for the man it seemed to be pretty empty in the first place. Sliding a fifty dollar bill at the man, he gave off a wink. "Are there any tables near the windows? I do like a view."

Urging for him to follow the staff member walked towards one of the further tables of the room which seemed to be pretty close to the kitchen itself, which was fine by Nutmeg as he didn't need to be too taken care of. All that was important tonight was being able to eat something meaty and extravagant.

"So what will you be having?"

There wasn't a whole lot of thinking required to know the answer to this, seeing as how a sirloin had been calling his name for weeks now. "I will take that, and maybe a glass of wine if any are available?"

Not even twenty minutes later did everything arrive and quickly biting into it did Nutmeg have a revelation. He wasn't too crazy about steak, eh, maybe it was far too built up within his mind? Either way, it wasn't very inspiring and so without even finishing the whole thing, he left a couple dollars on the table and left. Surely there was something out there worth doing in Detroit.

Or maybe he could try his luck in another city? His own personal airplane was always just a car ride away...

A fine steak would be like a quickie with my wife, Sal thought to himself as he was walking down the street. He saw a steakhouse and decided to walk in. He entered the place and it was pretty crowdy. He asked for an empty table and waitress pointed to one table. Sal thanked her and followed her as they walked toward the table. Sal sat down and waitress asked, what gentleman would like to have. Sal ordered a fillion steak with some mash potatoes and a garlic sauce with extra olive oil and some salad. Waitress wrote it all down and excused herself. Sal smoked few cigarettes before waitress came back and brought his order. Everything smelled fabulously. Sal thanked the waitress and gave her a nice tip for kind service. When Sal finished eating everything, he paid for everything and walked outside. He continued his walk with a cig in his mouth.

Frank walked into the Finest Steak House with his security guards.  They had been out hustling since four in the morning.  Frank wanted to stop and get something to eat.  Detroit's Finest Steak House had sirloin steaks and Frank was ready for a good meal.  Frank was staying in an apartment and didn't want to cook himself a meal.   They sat at a table and looked over a menu.  Sirloin steak with scallop potatoes and broccoli servered with a white wine.  James, Neri and John were with him.

James had spareribs with fries and white wine.  John had a T-bone steak with mashed potatoes and greenbeans and red wine.  Neri had a ribeye with fries and red wine.  They eat and talked and joked around until dinner was done.