Mickey had always wanted to honor his father who had taught him everything he needed to know about vehicles. So when the opportunity came to transform an old, abandoned brick building into a auto repair and tire shop, he set his father up with his own business. It was the least he could do. While performing the renovation, Mickey noticed the large basement that could be rather useful. He decided that with the legitimate business above, perhaps he could make a profitable escape for the friends of his in Detroit. A circular bar in the middle, a dance floor, a stage for the jazz band, and multiple tables for craps, blackjack and the like, Brocato Auto and Tire was a also a fully functional speakeasy.

The rules are simple: knock on the door, let Vito take your hat and jacket, and have fun. Respect is the way to go. If anyone gives you a hard time, just talk to Mickey.

Standing at the bar with a glass of scotch, Mickey raises his glass

"Who wants the first drink with me?"

Mickey had to fire his buddy Vito DiCarlo from his doorman duties, as he refused to take people's coats and hats, and even forgot to turn the light on over the door.

Lucky Chucky will take his place. Let Mickey know if this one gives you trouble

Sabrina heard that @Mickey-Brocato finally decided to open a business. She could not help herself and visit it. He had asked her to do so, but even if not, she would have gone to check it out without a doubt. Why would she not, after all? She got nothing to lose and can always make some time after work.

The woman is wearing her typical uniform as she wanders around the streets of Detroit while slowly but surely walking towards the destination. She sees a sign from afar that reads something with Brocato so she slowly but surely walks towards it. As she stands in front of it, she sees a large building where they repair cars. But she was sure that her eyes are not fooling her, so she enters it regardless. She slowly walks in and hears music so follows the sound as she then sees @Mickey-Brocato and smiles ''Hey Mickey. I could visit you so here I am'' now she did not need to hang her coat or anything as she is wearing clothes that look like a bit like a school uniform.

Mickey smiles and bursts aloud "Sabrina! Thanks for stopping by! What do you think of the joint?" He points up to the stage, snapping his fingers. The bandmaster stops the band and nods at Mickey, changing the music to a louder, upbeat rag-time jig. Mickey nods in approval and turns back to Sabrina. "Got the best bandmaster for the evening. What can I get you?"

The waiter walks up and rambles off the list: pink champagne, scotch, Canadian, Irish, bourbon, rye, vodka, gin, sambuca, amaretto, wine, the works. Any mixed drink of choice.

"Don't worry about the tab, Sabrina," says Mickey. "It's on me tonight."

The band plays away, the patrons dance, drink, smoke and laugh. Above them, the mechanics of Brocato Auto and Tire work on the model-T's and trucks, replacing tires, covering the sound of the music. The light is on over the back door, and all that see it are welcome to come.

The large brick building was visible from the distance, Chiron was told that it was the best vehicle repair shop in town. The vehicle he had purchased from the little girl's father was parked across the street. It needed some work done on it before he could take it for he long drive to Ludington. He crossed the road and walked up to the building. Looking inside the shop, he saw no one inside but just a few vehicles with their hood open. A faint noise could be heard coming from nearby and it didn't take him long to find the source of the sound. He knocked on the basement door and was let into the underground bar.

The place was loud and joyful, unlike his unruly bar back home in Waterfront. He walked across the dance floor towards the bar in the center. Taking a seat he beckoned the bartender over and ordered a glass of bourbon. A band was playing a soothing music on stage and he watched them play. Soon the bartender returned with his drink and asked if he needed anything else.

"Well yes I do need some information. I was told that this building was a repair shop but when I checked above I couldn't find anyone there."

The bartender laughed and replied. "What you heard is right, we do repair vehicled. But the boss is throwing a party and all the workers are here having a good time. The shop will be open in a few hours. Why do you ask?"

"I have a vehicle that needs repair. A few hours eh. Guess I can wait," Chiron picked up his drink and sipped on it.

"I'll let the boss Mickey_Brocato know that he has a customer waiting," the bartender turned around and left him with his drink.

The woman is happy to get the attention of @Mickey-Brocato so quickly. Seems like he is at least at this moment right now, not too busy, which is excellent for her. The news that the drinks are on the house today is also great, as she felt like trying some out.  Names like Champagne, scotch, bourbon, gin and vodka are familiar, but what is, for example, sambuca or amaretto?  The last one sounds very Italian while the previous one maybe sounds more Spanish? She doesn´t know, but she is also not a massive fan of alcohol, so not like she possesses much knowledge about it. ''Your place looks quite good. It is certainly an unusual idea that I think will work out. And as for the drink hmmm I would like to have the amaretto and sambuca mixed'' she smiles widely sounding confident, but having no idea at all what she just said.

Meanwhile, another person enters the building with Chiron. Now she did not know the person expect by passing by sometimes so she just briefly waves at him to welcome him to this place.

Mickey's eyes widened as he heard Sabrina's request, as he'd never heard anyone suggest mixing the two, so to compromise, he had the bartender bring a small glass of each, and then an empty glass for her to mix. "The customer is always right, but if you want to try them first, feel free." Mickey raised his glass and provided a salute. "Let me know if you need anything else."

He then made his way over to the gentleman, Chiron, at the other side of the bar. "So sorry for the wait, sir. I was told that you needed a repair done? While some of the workers are down here, I can call my pops and have someone work ASAP."

Mickey grabbed the bottle of scotch and topped his own glass and offered Chiron a glass.

Driving his car along the slick Detroit winter streets the man had a small mishap due to the sound of firecrackers which he had mistaken for a gunshot or two. Now out in the blistering cold, he pushed his car towards what on the outside looked to be just an ordinary automotive repair shop.

"So my car, it made a popping noise and now... nothing.", explaining his issue to the mechanic he noticed that there were sounds emanating from deeper inside of the building and after giving the man the proper information decided to go deeper inside to see what all of the hullabaloos was about.

There he noticed a bar and decided to settle near it, ordering a drink he waited for its arrival. 

Sabrina continues to look at Mickey_Brocato and the server fulfilling her wish, smiling wide like a massive idiot at this request! Who knows what kind of devil potion she is mixing here? Maybe one that will knock this woman who barely drinks any alcohol and if, then fragile stuff right away haha fun times but she wanted to give it a go nonetheless. ''Oh, it sounds like fun'' does it? She has no idea she looks at the drink and asks the waiter ''Is this a strong mix?'' to be prepared.

She can see Figment entering the bar and waves, smiling at him.

Chiron was on his sixth drink by the time Mickey showed up. He accepted the drink from Mickey and shook his hand and the two of them settled down to talk business. "Yes I came across a vehicle recently, a Ford older model. It's been sitting idle for months and it took some work to get it started. On the way here it stalled a few times, well more than a few times. The battery definitely needs to be changed but I think there could be something else wrong with it.," Chiron drained his glass of scotch completely and continued, "I need to take it on a long drive across the state, so I thought I would bring it here for a full checkup."

Chiron stood up and paid the bill, leaving a decent tip for the bartender. "Shall we head upstairs so you can look at the vehicle." They made their way out of the basement bar out into the open and Chiron crossed the street and drove the car into the repair shop garage. He got out and stood beside Mickey. 

"I know she doesn't look all that great. I don't have the time to get her a new coat of paint, just a quick repair is all I'm asking. Perhaps you could check the tires as well. The barking power is definitely low. How long do you think it will take to get her ready?" Chiron asked him and took the key from the ignition and handed it over to Mickey.

Figment notices Sabrina waving at him and waves back, a slight smile playing across his face while he takes a sip of his drink which has just arrived. A bit bored now, he orders another and waits for some sort of excitement to happen.

Imelda's car breaks down. She sighs but  can't believe her luck when she looks around her and spots a mechanical repair shop. As she pushes the door open, she peeks around the corner and wonders what actually is this place. She heard faint music and a strong smell of cigar. Approached by Mickey, she explains her situation and hands him the car keys. She is then escorted down into the basement. 

Remembering that curiosity the cat, she goes anyway. 

Imelda enters a room with Jazz music playing and a lot of people sat around tables. She notices an old face across the room and slides down into the chair next to him. "Hello Figment , my old pal. Excitement just entered the room. How are you?" Imelda laughs loudly. "Now, where do I get a drink?"

Mickey can't believe the success he's having with the speakeasy in such short period of time. So many new and familiar faces, so many administrative duties, such little time.

Mickey listens to Chiron and looks over what he has mentioned. He calls over Antonino, his best mechanic.

"Ant, how long do you think this will take?"

The tiny, barely English speaking Italian mumbles to himself, looks it over, and tells him he can have this done in just a few hours tops.

"Wonderful," says Mickey. Turning back to Chiron he points to the large commerical truck in the corner full of tires, saying, "Lucky for you I just got a new load of brand new tires from over the border." Leaning in closer, he whispers, "Border patrol never checks for smuggled booze under the tires." He winks. "I'll throw in four for half price to complement the repairs. In the meantime, come back downstairs and I'll have the cook throw on a steak or fillet. Can't let you go cross-state hungry." He hands the keys over to Antonino and orders him to start immediately. Mickey and Chiron shake hands and return to the stairs to head back to the action.

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Mickey, having returned from his business transaction, returns to check on the status of the club. He asks Lucky Chucky if there are any issues, if anyone has been left unattended or if there are any issues.

"No issues, boss," he responds. "But that gentleman ordered a drink, not sure if you know him or not. No one has brought him one yet."

Mickey, about to flip his lid, turns red and clenches his fist. "So why don't you get him something?" Chucky, looking like he's about to shit his pants, stumbles over his words, turning whiter than his his double-breasted white suit. Calming himself so as to not bring about any more unnecessary attention, he says, "I'll take care of him. But next time, let me know when there's more friends of ours in here. I can't be leaving these people waiting forever on me. We're on their time when their paying customers."

"Sorry, boss," replies Chucky.

Walking to the bar, he sees Figment. He's never actually met him, but he knows he's a friend of ours. He reaches his hand out to shake hands, and introduces himself.

"Figment, correct? Mickey Brocato. Pleasure to meet you," he says smiling. "Thank you for coming. I'm sorry to keep you waiting. My father headed home sick so I have to make sure his boys do their jobs fixing and repairing upstairs. I hope you weren't waiting long. Did you get your drink?" Mickey snaps his fingers for Luigi, one of the waiters, to come over and take care of Figment.

Mickey sees Imelda approach Figment. He is glad that two people know each other and doesn't let another customer slip through the cracks. He lets her know that the work shouldn't take long.

"What can I get you to drink?" Luigi asks Imelda, handing her a placard with a list of drinks and cocktails. Mickey stands close to ensure drinks are poured for his guests before he makes his rounds.

Taking a sip of his newly obtained drink he waves towards the waiter and nods, handing them some cash as a form of payment and a bit extra as a tip, he thanked the man and stood up with his glass in hand, "Yes, it is I, Figment. Once a failed magician, now a man of the underworld. I've had my car in your shop and decided to check out the other amenities." 

Sitting back down, he again takes a sip and places his drink on the counter as he continues to address Brocato.

"It is a nice place you've got here."

Sabrina continues to hold her glass in her hand. The drink that she has is a weird mix on her demand, and it does look like some devilish poison, yet she seems proud. Sabrina continues to sit around the bar before eventually also sliding closer to Figment and waits until he is done talking to then ask him a question ''hey do you think this one is safe to drink?'' she laughs and hints towards her glass.

Sachetto had heard of the new place to be in his town, Brocato Auto and Tire, getting out of his car he stepped into the car repair shop and looked around. Spotting Mickey_Brocato talking to a funny looking fella. 

Stepping inside he was immediately hit by the strong smell of cigars and whiskey. Walking up to Mickey he was proud of what his man had turned this place into!

Mickey led him downstairs into the basement where he gave his coat and hat to the funny looking fella.
Sachetto himself wasn't much of a smoker, but he loved a good glass of scotch; summoning the waiter for a drink. Sitting down at the blackjack table he felt at home...