He'd thought about hiring designers or people who could decorate the bar to attract the clientele Nikki would want, but in the end, Sean had decided that the exposed brickwork suited the bar very well. The open fire was warming in the long winter months, and a great focal point in the summer. There were a few ageing leather seats cast around, as well as some batter stools and tables. The walls were adorned with photos of people such as Ty Cobb and Charlie Bennett.

There was no need for security, or doormen...the locals knew Sean could handle himself with his fists if need be, and that was if they got past the barman, Tomas.

The drinks that flowed were a variety of whiskeys, gin, a local beer even the latest trend, an imported vodka.

There's no doubting, it was a drinkers bar, but Sean felt sure that with Nikki's input, it could be so much more.

Dominic walks into the new bar and takes a look around. 'Nice job, Boss," he says to SeanCallan. Dom then orders a beer from the barman and sits down in a corner to read the Detroit Free Press.

The door bangs open, what sounds like a yazoo attempts some kind of warped fanfare - the crappola sounds dies out like a wet fart as a clown walks in opening his trench coat wide it exclaims:

”Got any leeches for this?”

A barmaid faints, an old timers set of false teeth fly across the bar and land in Dominics drink.

All goes deathly quiet as the clown adjusts himself and closes his coat.

”Guess not. I’ll have a pint of mild please”

The clown settles down on a nearby bar stool and flickers it’s crossed eyes at the bar maid as she rises off the floor

Sean looks at Tomas, and says....

"I've got this one, mate.  Mr Clown....it's been a while!  You still have the same effect on entering a room.  A pint of mild, on the house, good Sir!"

The clown’s eyes slowly uncross and focus on Sean.

”That would be most splendid sir, Tyson does love a mild”

Digging into one of his voluptuous pockets shoulder deep he pulls out a near bald chihuahua and a pewter bowl. He places both bowl and dog onto the bar top and pours the frothy mild in.  The dog has eyes that you are sure give it near 270 degree vision one is constantly rolling round it’s head. The clown strokes the dog slowly as it laps the beer up.

”Got any pickled onions?” He asks as the barmaid slowly backs away

Nikki made her way to the new bar in Detroit. She couldn't stop smiling when she walked in. Luna's, the sign said at the front entrance. The place felt like home instantly. She searched for SeanCallan, hugging him when she saw him as her eyes twinkled with joy. "You.Are.Amazing." 

Having just had a shave in a nearby barber shop John saw a chance for a cold beer when he spotted Lunas. He went in and ordered a beer and a vodka shot. He then strook up conversation with the barkeep to pass time as he drank.

After a bit of chit chat he spotted to ladies who seemed to be without male companionship and he moved over to them after having acquired a tray full of colourfull drinks on it. 

Paul just wanna grab a beer. He got out of his house and drove to the street to find a bar. When he saw sign Luna's, he stopped. He stepped out of his blue car and went to the bar. He sat down on a stool. 

"Bartender, give me the strong one!"

He got his beer. He chunked it like a monster. He lighted up his cigar and started smoking. He wanted to talk to someone but he thought that he just wanted to be relaxed and introvert. He pondered alone for awhile. He put down his cigar on a glass ashtray and finished his beer. He took his hat and walked away. He stepped in his blue car, started the engine and drove to his home. 

"That bar is really good. I will come again," He monologued. 

Aleks was back in Detroit for some business with local partners. But before going to see them he wanted something to eat. He went to Lunas, place where he didnt eaten before. He walked in and looked around. Didnt saw any familiar faces, he sat down behind a table. Took off his hat and coat and placed them on a chair next to him. He ordered himself a whiskey, Irish. While they made his drink, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lighted one up. Got his drink, he thanked the barmen. Leaned back in his chair, he enjoyed himself. When finished the drink, he paid for it and left to see the business partners.

Nostalgia was all Luna could felt when she entered the vicinity. When she took a seat at the bar, she gave a nod to the bartender and kindly asked for a screwdriver. It was her favourite drink. And the only way she could drink vodka. Unfamiliar faces swarmed around her but she was hoping that maybe someone would care enough to spark up a conversation with her. Maybe next time she could ask Optimus if he wanted to go with her. 

Really nice place were Luna's, he came in and took a drink along with some friend sitting on a sofa, he joined them a while and sat and enjoyd their comapny along with a good drink and kut relaxed a while while having it cosy along with them.

Sitting at the bar, nursing a beer, Optimus thought what a shame it was that the place seemed to have fallen upon hard times.  Although he knew a little of the history behind the bar, he thought how great it would be to meet Luna here....if only to see if the name of the bar was at all connected to her!

From the outside, the place looked just as Liam imagined it, hell, it reminded him of Sean when they were growing up....dull, boring.  He had no idea who this Luna was, perhaps she was related to this LunaBaloona he'd encountered in New York, whatever, it had no relevance, the past never did.

Even before he'd seen the business, Liam had already made his mind up, there was no future here.  The future was in New York....and it offered such promise indeed!