Tina continues to keep her focus on Andrew. She does, after all, enjoy her time talking with him, so why not? Work is busy, but not so busy that shes can't take a bit of time to relax from time to time. Plus she also always has an eye on the other waiters there so, that she can estimate if she will need to break the conversation at least temporarily or not an excuse herself due to the job.

''Thank you, that is still a lot of money for me, you know. It is the first time that I am earning any money at all and then getting paid completely fine and getting this from you, that is amazing, really thanks a lot. And what place would you recommend for me to travel to?'' she asks

He thinks for a moment. On the surface the question seemed easy but it was very deep at the same time. There were plenty of places to visit and he didn't really know where to start. He quickly ran through a list in his head of where he had been. Places where there was a lot of stuff to do and see. 

"Well, to be honest any place is better than this city. But if I were travelling for my first time I would try New York or Chicago. Neither are super far from here so it would less expensive to travel there. On top of that there are lots of sights to see..lots of memories to be made there...and don't get me started on the food. It's an incredible experience."

'Yeah, that should do it' He thought to himself. Outside of the crime families that run the cities they were nice places to visit, especially if you had no family affiliation. Deep down he missed being able to travel as frequently as he used to but his new family required him to stay close to base. 

Chris looked at Sabrina with a evil grin and then took her hand and rushed up to the dance floor with her behind him.  Then he turned and faced her as he spun her around into his arms.  He then dipped her and lifted her up and he did a shoulder shimmy.  Then he started into the Charleston and she followed suit until he took a few staps back then went into a slide as he came towards her again.  She jump up and over him then turned around to see he was up again as they started the Charleston again.  When the sung ended he was laughing as she said she had not dance in a long time.

For someone that has not danced in a while you didn't miss a step.  Your petty good, that was fun.  I couldn't believe you jumped that high.  

The woman continues to look at Chris-Lucchese who not long ago mentioned, that he wanted to dance with her. She takes his hand as he extends it to her. As he is rushing towards the dancefloor which is on the first floor of this bar, she cannot help but rush with him, instead of taking it easy and slow. Not like this was as a problem. Of course, she can keep up with it, but they had a lot of time left so no need to rush in her opinion.

As they are now on the dance floor, she is looking at him as she spun her around his arms. She closes her eyes as he does and lets him do it while holding onto his hand.  She follows his rhythm all the time while remembering how much fun dancing is, but also how exhausting it can be at the same time. She replies ''god damn this is fun but also so exhausting uff.''

Looking at Sabrina he can only smile at cute Italian looking, strong, independent woman that can dance and threaten the best of men when she get heated.  Chris knows that she is not one to toy with yet he knows that she can be approachable.  He remembers when they were ten years of age, she once chased him down and tackled him to the ground when he pulled her hair running and laughing.  She was a tough cookie then and a smarter cookie now.  He took a sip of his brandy and asked her.  

Give me a date on when can I get you to go to New York? 

The woman continues to look at Chris-Lucchese while holding onto his hand and catching her breath. Now, of course, she is nowhere, near too tired to continue, but she can certainly feel that she is not as fit as she used to be when she was younger! She continues to slowy dance with him, holding onto both of his hands as she hums a song and then says. ''Well maybe tomorrow? I need to know the name of the place, though.''

Looking at Sabrina while holding her hands as they slowly dance he feel a warm sensation rushing through his body.  He fights the urge to pull her closer as he replies to her question.  

Sparks steak house for dinner and then we can just go see all the sights there.   Then we can hit the cotton club and just enjoy the day and night.   Unless you have business that you have to attend there first?

The woman continues to look at him while slowly dancing with him. Fitting to the rhythm of the dance, as it is a slow song, to let the people catch their breath after a few quicker tunes. Moreover alternating between both can always be useful to keep the crowd interested as well as a bring in the right mix of genres.

She thinks about it and then scratches her head ''Sounds good to me can do that. If I have the chance, I will also grab a bite somewhere during the day for lunch. Any great restaurants there that you know of?''

Chris looks at Sabrina as she cracks her jokes about any great restaurants.  

I own two of the best restaurants in the city.  One of them is a night club.  Stick with me kid and I will take you places.  

The women continue to look at Chris-Lucchese and then scratches her head ''Well that is great, and all but are you even avaible during the day for lunch? As you only mentioned the evening for dinner?'' she looks at him  with questioning eyes

Looking at Sabrina smile made him smile.

I can do Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner and still stay up till five in the morning.  

He takes a quick look at his watch and lets out a small sigh. 

"Tina, it has been wonderful talking with you. I'm afraid I must leave, I have some business to attend to. I would like to see you again as  I want to know more about you. I will definitely be back as your company has been the highlight of my day."

He downs the rest of his drink and rises from the table. Hey lays another couple hundred on the table.

"I hope you are able to follow your dreams and make them happen. I will do what I can to make sure of that." 

He turns to leave to face the cold reality of the city. 

The woman listens to Chris-Lucchese and him mentioning that he can do all three of them. Now she is rather late at waking up, so breakfast is rarely needed. She also tells that to him while laughing. The attention now shifts towards the other floor fo the building.

Tina and Andrew are still entangled in a conversation on the ground floor. He tells her, that he has to leave and so she gives him one last hug and a kiss on his cheek.  She can only return this feeling  ''Thank you very much for your time and generosity and always feel free to come to visit this place and me again, I will look forward to your next time here!'' she adds with a smile and waves at him as he leaves,

Still looking at Sabrina he smiles and shakes his head.  

It is what it is and can not be what it can be if it is not desired.  

Chris watches as Sabrina observes everyone and thing that is taking place around her.  He gives a small smirk then reaches for his glass of brandy.  He takes his last sip as he looks at the crowd on the dance floor.  He wonders which one of them will become someone that he will have to deal with down the road.   

He hadn't been in Detroit for a very long time, but he had been there enough to know that the place had many different exotic locations if only you knew where to look. One of his men had tipped him off on a joint ran by one of Detroit's seedier businesswomen who went by the name of Sabrina, a place that went by the name 'The Fairy Tale'. While he wasn't one for theatrics or anything fancy, he did want to show his patronage by going in and grabbing a drink or two, which is why at around 8 PM on a rather cool Tuesday night, Nutmeg made his way to the business.

Opening the doors, he stepped inside and made his way nearer to the first sign of alcohol that he could see. Yes, this is where he would spend most of his time in the fantastical place. Tapping at the counter, he ordered something simple and neat and then waited for the bartender to fill his request. 

While he waited, Nutmeg surveyed the area for anyone he might know and took in some of the sights and sounds that the place had to offer.

Just as Figment made his way into his new headquarters with the help of Nebula, he was sent off and the doors locked behind him. Something about not being allowed to come back until he was needed, whatever that meant. Before he could ponder why this might be, he noticed the same strange thing he had noticed in his suite... this... spice.

"Hmm...", he annoyingly thought aloud to himself while following the pleasant aroma until finally, he stumbled upon what seemed to be a mystical little establishment that went by the name of

The Fairy Tale

Opening the door and following the dusting a bit more he ran into a group of people all drinking and having a good time, people who he had identified as those from the same seedy underbelly of Detroit as he was in. Giving a quick hello and introducing himself, he had very little time for the pleasantries and continued to follow the trail, he was just about to bust this case wide the fuck open!

Then he stumbled upon it, one of the bars. There was a smattering of the stuff! Doing the natural thing and licking some of it up, he knew now exactly what it was. Cinnamon! This only got weirder and weirder. He may never figure out the case, but at this point he was already at a bar and so there were more important things to do.

"Give me your strongest whiskey, thanks."

It was time to live it up a little, he was sure the case would still be there tomorrow. Or not, honestly he didn't really care anymore.

Sabrina continues to look all around and converse with Chris-Lucchese. Well damn her bar starts to fill up quite quickly more and more people coming together here, which is a joy to her and the staff working here. Of course, it increases the workload, which is one minor negative aspect of it. Still, overall the more people enhance the atmosphere and the income and the reputation. Hence, it is a win-win situation. She is gently caressing Chris´s arm.

Nutmeg should be the next person to enter the bar. He was immediately offered a glass of scotch as soon as he came to the bar and friendly welcomes by Nero who is the manager whenever Sabrina is not here, as well as the bartender of the place. He asked him how his day was. Unfortunately, it was the last day, where the mafioso was seen before news spread around, that the cops got him.

Figment is the other person who made his way into the newly opened bar. People were indeed having a great time. It has been a few good hours since the business opened its doors to the public, and people were laughing, joking, socialising together. The music coming down from the first floor can also be slightly heard on the ground floor, where the man currently is. Sabrina does now not know that he is there as she was still on the first floor after a little dance. The waiters, however, all quickly welcome him to the place, and so did the bar staff. Nero raises an eyebrow and his moustache that starts to become grey as he mentions, that he wants the strongest whiskey. ''As you wish and this one will be on the house, Sir. Enjoy'' before he looks at the different bottles and takes out the bottle of Bruichladdich which is 92 % alcohol.

Nero pours some of it in a small glass together with two ice cubes before handing it over to Figment.

 

Taking the drink in his hands he swirled it around a few times before downing it in a single very impressive gulp, but the feeling of emptiness still remained and the questions of the random visions of spices hadn't dissipated either. This meant that there was only one more thing for him to do, and that was to order even more alcoholic beverages. 

"Another shot, aye? Make it two."

Tapping his fingers up against the counter, he waited for the order.

Nero continues to look at Figment and sees him downing it in one go. It is a pretty strong one which kind of surprised him. The waiter cannot help but comply with his wish to receive another glass of this. It takes only a very brief moment before two glasses of this are returning in front of him as the old waiter slightly leans forward, as he tilts his elbow on the counter and looks at him. ''You sure like it, strong Sir. Anything bothering you?''

Taking the two shots one in each hand, Figment sighs before looking away from the man tending to his woes. He didn't want to open up but at the same time, the alcohol was lubricating his mind to the point where he almost couldn't help himself and so looking directly into the waiter's eyes he smiles widely and downed both shots one after the other.

"Sometimes things just don't work out the way you want them to... you know what I... mean? Hey are you sure this stuff even is that strong it I feel fine."

Then his head fell against the counter and he tumbled to the floor... a quick nap would have him sorted out before he knew it.

The older man with the white moustache and the large scar across his left eye continues to look at Figment who looks like a real alcoholic with those two shots in one hand each. Luckily he doesn´t down both of them at the same time. Well okay, what he does it not better at all to down them so quickly one after each other and so the man sighs out loudly as he looks at the younger man ''I know what you mean. Life is tough but the destination counts, don´t let the stones on the road to it drag you down'' he says before the man gets knocked over.

He cannot help but chuckle before one of the waiters drags him by the legs into a backdoor area of the bar and puts his head on a pillow, after making sure, that this guy is still breathing and not somehow seriously injured.