Sweeney takes of his hat and runs his hand through his golden hair. He places the hat on the edge of the bar, placing his feet on the bars of the bar stool. Sitting on the far left of the bar with Imala beside him and DKOYzSon one to the right of Imala. He smiles at them then turns his attention to the bartender. 

I'll take a coke and jack, please. No icecubes, please.

Sweeney smiles as he always use politeness to everyone he meets. Well..tries to anyways. He rubs his face to be awaken. A long day has been in order from the family business. Turning his attention to the direction to the right. He sees the bartender already got Imala her drink. Leans up on the bar and turns up the volume of his voice for DK to hear him.

Hey, man. Don't be slacking on us. Time to celebrate a good friendship and to GOOD Music! Gotta drink with us! 

Sweeney smiles and pulls out a smoke. Places his elbows on the edge of the bar and covers the cig to light it. Take a deep inhale, he places his lighter back deep in his pocket and looks back to DK and Imala.

Where's my mannors. Want one?

Imala watches as DK runs out the door like a little girl afraid of the big bad wolf. What a strange one that one is! Or maybe it was her imagination again, who knows. She looked at Sweeney and shrugged.

Wonder what that was all about? Oh well. Maybe he forgot his wallet or something. Sure, I'll have a smoke. She responds with a smile.

Imala takes a sip of her martini as Sweeney finally gets his drink. Women always get faster service. It was well known. She took a cigarette from Sweeney and inhaled as he lit it for her. She took a look around the room. The band was rocking the place. The place wasn't packed but it was early. She was sure it would pick up soon. She turned back to Sweeney and spoke as she ashed her cigarette.

So tell me, are you in town for long this time. I don't get to see tou very often anymore. We seem to have lost touch lately. It is good to see you.

Sweeney takes an inhale of the cigarette as he leans on the bar watching DK run out. Exhales the puff as he leaves the bar, watching the smoke slowly fly out of his lips. The smoke makes a beautiful dance that goes up to the air. He hears the thump of his coke and jack are here. Circles around his stool and begins mixing in his drink with the cigarette in his mouth. 

Well, truth is I've been doing some errands and trying to get more pills for me and Mr. Albert. Don't judge. 

He lets down the cigareete as it starts to burn his eye. Ashes it out and takes a quick shot without a hesitation. Responds quicky with the sudden delay to everything

Anyways, trying to make GOOD as it is. I apologize from the lack of effort into seeing you guys. I try to come to Detroit most as possible. But, the boss wants me to things and who am I to say no? 

He looks at her and smiles noticing that he's been starting down at his cigarette the whole time. He picks up the cigarette and begins to take a puff. Smiling as he exhales.

So you got a martini. Ohhhh, how classy. He says in a teasing tone. I thought you were better than that stuff. Sweeney smiles as he takes another inhale then blowing the smoke in her face.

Oh, sorry. He says sarcastically.

Imala laughs. Sweeney always did amuse her.

The Martini is nothing more than a front. I would have preferred a scotch on the rocks but I have an appearance to maintain. The Boss has me busy as well. she explained. I've got a flight to Chicago in a few hours but wanted to catch up with some of the family while I had the time.

Imala ashed her cigarette as well. She flagged the bartender down and slid the martini back to him. She really didn't need to maintain a front in this place. She was pretty sure Sweeney and her were the only mobsters in this establishment.

That just did not hit the spot. Bring me a scotch on the rocks. she instructed him.

She turned back to Sweeney as the bartender went after her drink. Well when I get a real drink, we can raise a glass to many future assignments together. We will make a good team, I have no doubt! she said with a smile.

Sweeney refills his glass with more jack then coke. Sweeney wanted to get fucked up. Work will be hell tomorrow, but oh well. He picks up his glass and hits her glass! Smiling at the ding of the glass hitting upon each other, he takes a quick drink and sits it down. Takes one more inhale and exhale of his cigarette then ashes it out on the ashtray. He pulls out his cigs and pulls one into his mouth. He offers Imala another one.

Here take one. I know you want one.

Sweeney takes his other hand and starts to light up his in his mouth. 

Imala takes another one and waits as Sweeney lights it. She exhales and then takes a good swing of her drink. Now THAT hits the spot!  she said to Sweeney. , she suggested. I have forgotten. It is in a  back room somewhere. Surely there is a bar there as well! We may as well take their money while we are here.

Imala called the bartender back over and was told where the casino was. She was assured there was a bar there as well. She got a vibe from this bartender she really didn't care for. She ws pretty sure she wanted the two of them gone. She raised an eyebrow to Sweeney wondering if he had picked up on the same thing.

He seems a bit uncomfortable. I'm debating on whether we should stay here and be our big bad intimidating selves or go gamble. What do you think?

Walks into the bar and sits at the counter...

Can i get some vodka....