Aleks just finished some paper work for his business and now he was in need of a coffee. He walked the street when he saw Lakeside Park & Coffee Shop. He entered the shop and found himself a table to sit. Waitress came and he ordered a coffee with milk and some sugar. He also ordered a few donuts, he liked them. He finished his coffee, then smoked few cigarettes. He then saw Lillis sitting few tables away, nodded to him. He paid for his order and started to walk back to office.

A few hours later, Zavi was reflecting, the time spent in the hospital would be something she would not forget.

She takes time out for a few at Lakeside Park. Zavi was sitting on a bench, sipping on some lemonade when she spies Gideon walking toward her.

She smiles as Gideon takes a seat next to her.

“It has been a while since I heard from you, Zavi”

“I know I been swamped”

“I get that but you supposed to be relaxing though.”

Zavi sighs softly “I know but I can’t sit idly by. It drives me crazy; my mind is working a lot. It feels good to do something positive for society”

Gideon looks at Zavi concerned

“You back to working yourself like crazy, I know you miss him but would he want you to do this to yourself?”

Zavi already knew the answer was no but it wasn’t like she was doing nothing bad.  She was horrible at enjoying herself.

“I know but I do whatever I must do to keep shining and not self-destruct”

“But you back to building a wall….”

Zavi interrupts him “If I am, it is a smart move.  I am aware of too much to the point of always having to be on guard.”

She looks at her watch and gets up, throwing her empty cup in the trash can, turning to Gideon

“I must go for now to another engagement if you like come over to the crib and we will continue this.”

Zavi hands him a spare key and turns to leave, Gideon watching with an unreadable look on his face.

Aleks was in his office and was about to finish his workday. He signed his last documents and off he goes. He walked the streets and saw Lakeside Park & Coffee Shop. He decided to walk in. Entered the shop he looked around. It was beautiful place. He found himself a table and sat down. 
Waitress came and he ordered himself a large cup of cappuccino and few sandwiches. While they made his drink and food he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lighted one up. Got his drink, he took a sip of it. It was delicious. He smoked few more cigarettes and then stood up and paid for his meal. 

He wandered in peacefull mode in the Lakeside Park and after a while he came up to the cafe and got in and bought himself a small piece of fruit-cake and a cup of coffee, sat down and took a wonderful brake in this amazingly cafe that were placed so good and all visitors easily could find it and the view out from the cafe to the park was wonderful.

It was a beautiful morning, sun was shining and birds were singing. Aleks woke up and realized he dont have any coffee in his appartement. He got dressed and walked outside, while he was walking to find a coffee shop he saw one called Lakeside Park & Coffee shop. He entered the shop, greeted the person behind counter and looked at the menu. He choose a coffee with some milk and sugar. Coffee shop employee made him his drink, Aleks paid, left some tip, thanked her and walked back home. 

BigBoy doing business in DT at the moment stops in the  Lakeside Park & Coffee Shop. walks in and up to the counter to the lady working. She looks at him and ask's what he would like and he said a large coffee and some food for the ducks please. she purs his java and hands him the duck feed ,BigBoy pays her and smiles as he walks out to sit and drink his coffee, and stated tossing food out for the ducks , and boy alot of ducks came over by BigBoy and he continued to toss food out for them, when done feeding them he finishes  his coffee and walks to his car and see some sites there.

Aleks wanted some coffee and he went to Lakeside Park & Coffee shop. He sat down and looked at the menu. Ordered himself a cup of coffee with some milk and sugar. He read some newspapers and smoked few cigarettes. He was happy with his life. Life had been treated him well in the past few months. He was good earner and pretty good shooter aswell. He finally got his coffee, thanked the waitress and gave her some tip. Leaned back in his chair and enjoyed the coffee. When finished he paid for it and left home.

Still making her way back to the headquarters, having been out for her dinner, Aeiou decided to take a little detour through a park. The park was once owned by one of her grandmothers, Lushie. She had never visited before and decided it was high time she did, considering she was no living in Detroit.

She entered the Lakeside Park and made her way through it, passing the gardens and its maze of hedgerows nearby until she reached the coffee shop. She walked in and instantly felt it was a home from home kind of place, she could feel the warmth of the place with its character. She walked up to the counter and ordered a hot chocolate to go. As she waited she took a look at the pictures on the wall of the history of the cafe and its park. She could not help but smile. 

"Excuse me, your hot chocolate Miss" came a voice, beckoning Aeiou's attention to refocus back to the barista behind the counter. She thanked the lady as she took the beverage and made her way out of the coffee shop, to walk alongside the lake. She soon found herself sat on a bench looking out onto the water, as she awaited the sun to set for yet another day. She really did feel as if she was miles from everywhere and not at just some park in the city. 'Bliss' she thought to herself as she continued to enjoy her hot chocolate.
 

Luc was keeping a low profile in Detroit he had to put in some work in New Orleans to prevent his and others members from getting busted and losing a very lucrative racket. Luc was under the protection of the Detroit combination and the Purple gang.  Luc was meeting a man young man by the name of Hoffa who wanted Luc as a union backer.  Luc was meeting the man in the Lakeside Park and Coffee shop.  Hoffa wanted Luc's protection and liked the way Luc handled business he was in need of a gangster that under stood unions and kept a very low profile.  Hoffa wanted to run the teamsters and needed Luc influence to protect the strikers and provide some operational finances and in return he would give Luc control of the pension plan and their saving and loan credit union.  

Hoffa gave Luc the run down that Hoffa will need help in Illinois, Ohio and Michigan as he was planning to build up the union then he would work on New York, Pennsylvania and New Jersey.  Once he was the international president the union would have full access as long as they kept the union pension making money and helped with the credit union earning a better interest rate.  Luc agreed to provide protection and unaccountable cash going to whatever Hoffa needed.  However Luc had one reassurance that if Hoffa could not deliver what he said that Hoffa would disappear.  Hoffa understood and the two men drunk there coffee and went their ways. 

Aleks got his ass back to Seattle after a long trip from Europe, where he visited Germans mobsters who wanted to sell some drugs into US. They needed some help with organizing the transportation and Aleks was a known man in that business. But now he was back and the meeting went well. He needed a coffee and he knew where to go. He entered the coffee shop and took a seat. He was exhausted and happy at the same time. Waitress came and Aleks ordered himself a large cup of coffee with some sugar and creme in it. While they made his order he smoked few cigarettes and read some newspapers. Then got his drink and enjoyed the time himself. When finished he paid for it, left some tip and  ontinied his road to the HQ. He had a personal meeting with the Godfather.

Chromatik wandered the busy streets of Detroit, her feet tired from all the errands she ran today on this side of the country. She always had a soft spot for Detroit, her ancestors had laid here many times and built great things here. Heading inside the nearest coffee shop, she needed a cup of coffee and a short break.

Heading inside, she glanced at the menu before looking back at the male. "Hi can I just have a coffee, two sugars please" she said with a small smile, sliding over the money before he passed her a cup. Taking it, she went to sit at a table near the window so she could enjoy the busy streets and resting her own feet.

Cadence looked up at the sign LAKESIDE PARK AND COFFEE SHOP she smiled as she entered it reminded her of home. She made her way to the counter humming as she went, the last couple of days were hard but it was almost over...

"Hi there may i please have a tea and some fruitcake" she smiled as she reached for her purse " I'll be sitting at the window thanks, what an incredible view" with a nod and a grin she made her way to the window seat where she looked out onto the lake. Almost over she repeated this sentence in her head repeatedly "The war is almost over " she muttered under her breathe "everyone you care about is still alive".

she waited patiently for her tea and fruitcake and took in the view.

Noah stops in  Lakeside Park & Coffee Shop. He walks up to the counter and orders a coffee.The lady pours it for him and he pays her with a smile, and then he walks out to a picnic table to sit and enjoy it on this wonderfull day

He strolled through the park and listens to the birds singing in the park, he saw from a distance the coffee dhop and started to walk towards that, he loved coffee so it wasnt so hard to believe when he both saw and smelled coffee that he fast get to that place.

He bought a coffee and took a piece of a cake that looked tasty, sat down att he table just outside the shop and enjoyd the nature while drinking the ccoffee and eating the great cake. Life were good sometime and this was just such a moment in life.

"So you're finally here? Took you all this time to secure something for us and it was what, a few fifty thousand dollars!?"

Tilting his head, a few? It was two hundred and fifty grand, the cheeky fuckers nearly broke him. Luckily, after that game with Ron, a lot more people started heading into the park and that led to much more sales with his candy bars, he was making sure that his shit was kept straight, narrow, and on the line so the Feds couldn't connect him to the product.

"I'll take a coffee with four tablespoons of sugar and two chocolate cookies...anything for you guys?"

The debt collectors looked at him with a small smile, simply ordering, coffee, black. Nothing added, the waitress looked between the three of them. For a moment, Rom thought of given her a cheeky wink, but he was here on business. Not like that had ever stopped him before, with a small glancing look at the waitress, he found himself on the receiving end of a smirk.

"Listen, this clears up a solid part of my debt. You boys out west gotta understand, I'm being backed by a few people who want an in with me. They see the way I'm making money and so this, is for you."

Taking out a briefcase from under the table, he slammed it down on the table for added effect as a few people gasped. Looking back at their table as Rom had given them a slight smile, silently telling them to go back to enjoying their respective day as he looked back at his associates.

"In here is one point seven-five million dollars. Of course, this will clear up our debt that goes all the back to the Las Vegas outfit and the former bosses. Should anything else be of note or a problem, you are to contact my boy, Gerald. At the Tops Casino, I will be away on business for a while, out of town stuff, you know?"

No, they did not understand and the looks he was on the other end was something that took him by sheer shock but then his face soon lit with smug satisfaction. 

"Gentlemen, enjoy the cash and tell your employers that Rom is now in the business for himself. Enjoy the cash and if you people want to get in business together, a proper way, one that involves cash moving both ways instead of the singular. Let me know, and we will see what we, at Rom Inc, can do for you..."

With that, he took his coffee and two chocolate cookies to go. Leaving Lakeside Park and Coffee Shop, it really was amazing, he may have to come here for more than a few business meetings.

Hey Rom

good to see you sir, I see you've settled in to the Motor city.  How about we grab something to eat somewhere and catch up?

I haven't seen you since you were knee high to a grasshopper and look at you now!

"Uncle Ron_Swanson! Hey! How are you!? And well, we can eat here if you want, I don't mind, it's going a nice view and it's more private than most places..."

Rom couldn't help but look at the man that his father had something of a well...brotherly relationship with. It had him stumped at times, but he still looked at them like they were, well, on the court. He remembered the times when his father would come home and more often than not, he would find himself a new team jersey and going to the games in haste.

"I remember the playoff game, where you scored the buzzer beater and everybody went wild. It was something I could never forget, although, you still have that moustache. I'm sure Dad had a painting and it's actually pretty much just the moustache and him, with a great orange jacket."

He remembered that jacket, his father had told him to never wear it. Though he had not wanted to touch it, ever, it seemed to be stained with blood. Something that stuck out to him, and he had to wonder if this was something that his father had done with almost a bit of ease. If he had been involved with some kind of...organization. 

"I remember when you came for some parties, I miss those days, where everything was a bit normal. Yet here we are, I'm standing where he was, but instead, it seems like I have you to look up too. What does that say? Should I try, you know, enjoying steaks as much as you two did? It was pretty interesting."

A twitch of his lips, and he found himself laughing ever so slightly before he could stop himself. He sat down on a table as he watched Ron, the man was the only connection he had to his dad, well, he had a few others but currently, he had no way of finding them and this is where he found himself now. Being party to his father's stories, for now. 

"But what have you been doing Uncle Ronnie? I heard you cried at my dad's funeral, he would have...well, he would have been happy to see you show such an emotion. Even at his expense..."

Ron nodded as he listened to the young padawan, Rom reminisce about happier times.

Son, you should always have steak, the larger the better, it's proven to improve your fade away.  Also, I should like to see that picture I commissioned for your father. I remember us posing for it.

He was a great man, let us drink in his honour.

"I'm not a basketball player, Unc. I didn't want to follow in the footsteps of Dad, he's someone that didn't exactly have the best ideas of money management. He was always gambling and that debt landed on me, luckily I handled and nothing else happened to me. At least I hear that Steak...somehow improves your fade away, it somehow, does wonders to your game already. He talked about you a lot, you know, you were his best teammate, besides Sync, the king of threes, heh, yeah right."

Rom chuckled to himself, calling the waitress over as he and his family friend continued to speak, some people seemed to recognize the basketball legend. Considering that he looked a lot like his father, the resemblance was almost uncanny, it seemed almost like they were the same person and it had people gasping in awe. 

"Oh yeah, the picture, yeah, I have to ask how that went again, it's something that has me laughing each time I hear the story. You two had a great friendship, I wish I had something like that, being embraced by the famous moustache of Ron_Swanson. I heard a rumour that sometimes on the court, your moustache was said to hypnotize the opponents on the court..."

There it was, his laughter again. Something about this made him truly feel special, talking with Ron about the old times. The league, the moments where he and his father were on the road and the infamous steaks that helped them improve their game. His father was a legend in the game of basketball, but he hoped, he could become something like his father. A legend, in one way or another.

"Yeah, let's get those drinks but you're paying....don't think I don't know that the league paid you guys VERY WELL."

Winking, the son of Romulus kicked back and watched his father's best friend, this was it, it was life, regardless the way they lived it. And it was fun as fuck.

"I cannot lie Rom, we were very well remunerated indeed"

Ron calls the waiting staff over

"give us your undivided attention and whatever my friend here wants, we could be some time"