*Corktown, Detroit 

Your car rolls over the hardened tracks in the snow trail beneath your tires as you approach an opening, exposing an expansive parking area overlooked by the face of a large structure. Tall and solid in architecture, bold and beautiful in character. A two-tone dark wooden finish to the building lay under the piled snow left by the cold winter now slowly passing. As you find yourself arriving at the double doors - thick, heavy oak with matching stylishly-crafted wooden handles. Pushing them open reveals to you two pillar-box red walls either side of the dark, carpeted hallway ahead of you. Making your way into the building, the smell of alcohol and smoke engulfs your nose. A short walk finds you in front of a door, no visible handle and a thick glass pane across the top half. Seen on the other side of the glass is a large head, dumped on top of a fat necked man. He stands and nods as you approach. You nervously quote the phrase your friend gave you, hoping you're not about to catch a swim with da fishes, "Blind Pig". He pauses before grunting and pulling on his side of the door, granting you passage.

Clearing his throat, the balding man speaks clearly, his deep voice grumbling at the end of each pause, "Welcome to No Foul Play. That way for the bar. Behave yourself." He clunks the door closed, sitting back down in his chair, waving his hand shooing you into the building.

Making your way into the next room finds you within a spacious, open-plan floor covered in a dark red textured carpet. Four large walls around the outside, pillars generously scattered between them, stood floor to the ceiling down the centre of the building. Covering most of the right-hand side stands the bar and to the opposing left, a large collection of bright and vibrant, pristine tables - some red, some blue. Beneath them lay a tasteful, black carpet somewhat separating the bar area and the tables. Between them ran a six foot wide polished wooden path leading to a fire escape placed perfectly in the centre of the back wall in the near distance. The ceiling above was a perfect white, windows dressed in black velvet curtains highly-placed on all four of the decorative black-and-white walls bringing the entire classy atmosphere together. 

You approach the bar spanning your right, bar staff are seen around the general area completing their daily duties. One in particular stands out to you - a glowing blonde lady can be seen smiling ear-to-ear as she daydreams, buffing glasses with a towel. Above her, over the bar, a large sign reads,

No Foul Play.   Bar tabs only.

Your eyes scan the huge establishment, taking a moment to breathe in the fresh, clean smell of the table cloth, rivalled only by the powerful aroma of the finest spirits available in America's underground alcohol network, just one of many connections acquired by a man known only by Ood to most, following his speedy climb to the position of Right Hand Man of St Clabberts - a well-established crime family in the surrounding prospering district of Corktown. With @FatherJack so dedicated to maintaining the mountains of crew administration himself, Ood finds himself expanding into a new, exciting, (mostly) legal operation, known by mobsters around the country as No Foul Play, a place to relax, be merry and enjoy the gentleman's sport. 

You make your way towards the bar, the blonde lady offering an inviting, warm welcome as you near her,

"Welcome to No Foul Play! Can I get you a drink? Or a table? Or perhaps both?" She giggles.

Lyric had been working hard, no only expanding and growing his own organisation over on 12th Street, but also personally overseeing a personal project that he hoped would soon be ready to be revealed to the public.  He needed some down time, and when the business card had been delivered to him advertising the "No Foul Play" pool hall, he'd taken it as a sign that he needed some fun.

The weather in Detroit still took some getting used to, so the heat that hit him as he walked through the door was more than welcome.  He'd loved playing pool in his mis-spent youth, and having managed to persuade Livia to accompany him, he approached the bar.

"Afternoon, Ma'am", he said to the statuesque blonde who was busily polishing some glasses.  "I'll take a beer....how about you, Livia?"

Vim had been out playing gigs all night with his new guitarist Slash instead of calling it a night Slash and vim decided to party the night away grabbing some groupies they headed out on the town there first stop was No Foul Play Vim hands over a crisp $100 bill and orders whiskey for himself Slash and the groupies they had in tow.

"Slash we should see about taking some of these rubes money your pool skills still up to scratch?" Vim looks eager to impress the gathered groupies even more by doubling with Slash to play some pool.

Ood had been rushing around all day eagerly awaiting the arrival of his friends following the spontaneous invites he'd sent earlier. The party was already in full swing as they began to arrive, with bursts of applause jeering on the jazz band Ood had arranged for the evening. Ood was seen making his way around the bar area, shaking hands and embracing the familiar faces of This Thing of Ours. He approached the bar, first spotting Lyric and Livia ordering their drinks. He wades through the gaps between groups of gathering mobsters and associates.

"Lyric!" Ood's voice travels as he throws his arms open to embrace Lyric and Livia. "Glad you could make it. It's great to see you both! Now don't even think about putting your hands in your pocket tonight, these are all on me." Ood nods at the lady behind the bar.

A crowd of associates can be seen flocking to a man, causing a hubbub of noise as he makes his way through the main door. Ood catches a glimpse of @Vim_Feugo signing autographs as he struggles through a small cluster of his fans in his journey towards the bar. As he and his new guitarist appear, Ood's voice breaks into excitement once more,

"Vim!" Ood throws his arms around his boss and friend, smiling as the two get caught up briefly and Ood is introduced to his newest band member.

Livia looked around the pool hall. It had been ages since she had found herself anywhere near a pool table. The sounds were like music to her ears. She smiled at Lyric and turned to order her drink. 

"I'll take a whiskey... Make it a double please," she said with a smile as Ood approached them. Livia returned his hug. "You don't need to do that, I am prepared to spend an obscene amount of money here. I'm going to be drinking until I can beat Lyric at a game of pool." 

TheDonBot had received an invitation to visit Ood's establishment in Detroit: No Foul Play. While TheDonBot didn't usually mingle with the humans too often he found himself in the area and with some time to kill. Instructing Joey Mousepad and Clamps to stay nearby, TheDonBot made his way into the establishment and took a look around. To say that he was impressed would be an understatement; TheDonBot expected the place to be a bit rundown given its location. A slight chuckle escaped TheDonBot's lips as he approached the bar, waiting to be served.

The blonde lady behind the bar rushes off to prepare Livia's drink. As she sloshes the dark brown liquid into the glass, Ood catches eye contact with her, holding three fingers up. Nodding, she scurries to fill the drink with mixer before retreating back to Livia and Ood, "That's a triple. You're gonna need it if you're here 'til you're finished with him..." Ood chuckles, nudging Lyric with his arm, "I think he's napping..?"

Ood gently pats Lyric on the shoulder, apologising to Livia, "Enjoy your drink, Livia. Please excuse me, I'll be back in a moment. Good luck waking him up."

Ood's new spot in Detroit was busying, mobsters from all over the country were flocking to visit. Recently-bolded and current talk of the Mafia underworld, TheDonBot arrives, a swarm of entourage around him. Impressed by the place and now seemingly relaxed - as any robot can seem, he shoos his security away in search of the bar.

"Ahhh, TheDonBot!" Ood grins ear-to-ear, holding him, kissing him on each cheek and then stepping back to look him up and down, "You're looking great, TheDonBot. Pasadena must be treating you well! Congratulations, sir."

Ood taps on the bar, a forgettable bar staff appears, nodding at his instruction, "This robot here - You don't see him dry, you understand? Bots need lubricant." Ood nods seriously at the bar staff - nodding back, they turn to TheDonBot ready for his order.

The door swings open and an old, dirty priest with messy hair is pushed through in his wheelchair.

"DRINK!" the priest exclaims.

"Yes Father, we're nearly there" say's the man pushing the priest.

As they reach the bar a young blonde walks over and before she can speak Father Jack starts shouting "DRINK, DRINK, DRIIIIIIIINK".

The man pushing Father Jack looks at the barmaid and introduces himself whilst Jack continues shouting.

"Hi, my names Bob and this here is Father Jack, please can you get him a large whiskey and er, you better leave the bottle".

The barmaid returns with Father Jacks drink & he downs it and looks around the room and spots Vim_Fuego and exclaims "GOBSHITE".

Vim wasnt sure what to make of FatherJack who was now attempting to grope the waitress while looking at Vim and screaming "GOBSHITE" Vims eyes where drawn to his favourite 2 groupies Katerina and Simplicity smiling Vim hands the girls a drink then attempts his most smoothest of moves big noting himself about the show he had just played.

" So did you girls see how i destroyed Slash in that guitar duel on stage tonight?" In reality Trey had attempted to unplug Vims guitar but had unplugged Slash's by mistake Vim was so taken in by his own playing he didnt even notice that Slash had spent the entire duel trying to get Strategist to fix the problem but Strategist was more interested in getting the barmaids number to be of any help.

She accepted the drink from Vim_Fuego and put her arms around him.  While his music was quite terrible, she absolutely adored the guy.  She just nodded and smiled, letting Vim go on about his show tonight.  She scanned the room while he talked, spotting a friend.  Kissing Vim on the cheek and winking at Simplicity as she is stuck there listening, she wandered over to Lyric.

Sipping her drink, she stands beside Lyric.

Hey, how are you?

After a small exchange of conversation with TheDonBot, Ood notices the gathering faces of Detroit. Inviting TheDonBot to join him, he steps back towards the familiar faces. Looking on as Vim_Fuego and FatherJack exchange niceties. Rejoining the group, he leans over the bar, grabbing himself an unusual jar from the shelf beneath - contents unknown. Cracking open the lid, he pours it into a waiting glass the barmaid had left. The dark orange liquid fills the glass, Ood's silly grin growing as it sloshes. Placing the half-empty jar on the bar, he lifts the glass in the direction of the Detroit mobsters in attendance.

"To Detroit!" Ood pauses a moment, "Home of the greatest crazies I've ever known!" Chuckling, unsure if anyone is even listening, he takes a gulp of the liquid and continues to mingle.

Brihms found himself wandering the downtown areas of Detroit after a long last few days. He took a puff of his cigar, and stuck his hands in his pocket just walking along, trying to keep his hair from blowing in his face. He saw a sign outside of a bar and decided it was as good time as any for a drink. He walked up to the door, stomped his feet a little on the rug and stepped inside. Brihms quickly noticed a few people sitting around, there was a really nice row of pool tables, with a couple people playing at a few and people hovering around them smoking, drinking, laughing, it just generally looked like they were having a good time. 

Taking another puff from his cigar, Brihms walked over to the bar and nodded at the people sitting there.

"How's it going today, Barkeep?" "I'd like to get a jack and coke when you get a chance."

He pulled his cigar from his mouth, and adjusted his cowboy hat and hair and surveyed the room. 

Noticing a nice selection of house cues aligned on the wall in a rock, Brihms started to remember to his old hustling days, poker, pool, it didn't matter he was naturally gifted at everything and a natural talent for sleight of hand magic never hurt his chances. 

Father Jack see's Ood opening a strange container & pour some of the contents into a glass. Jack nudges Bob and begins to shout.

"DRINK, DRINK, DRINK!"

Bob responds to Jack trying to calm him down whilst refilling his glass with whisky.

Bob "No Father you won't like that, here take your whisky"

Jack downs his whisky then continues to point at Ood's drink & continues cause a commotion.

"DRIIIIIINNNKK"

Trey strutted in and had a look around at the talent.

Ood - Wasn't much to look at but Trey was pretty sure he gave a great toe job. 4/10

FatherJack - Arse, Feck, Drink? This sounded like my type of guy, however there would need to be a lot of drink in order to be giving any of the other two. 6/10

Lyric - Looked to vein, too into himself, there was only room for one of those in Trey's relationship's. 5/10

Livia - Clearly some sort of cross dresing weirdo who often went round with a fake mustache. Trey wasn't in to anything of that sort, far too feminine to be his lover. 1/10

Katerina - Very mysterious, very sexual but again, lack of shlong left too much to be desired. 6/10

Vim_Fuego - Possibly the worst hair style known to man. Terrible voice. Couldn't knock the man's confidence though, bundles of it. Fuck was he an ugly duckling though. This guy obviously hit every branch down in the ugly tree. 2/10

Trey decided to give up, maybe the waiter at Dale's Burger House was on shift. A quicky at the back of the restaurant was always a great way to pass time.

Giggles as she watches Trey get thrown out of the place.  She was flattered that she got such a high rating, but the guy needed to learn a lesson in respect.  Not the best idea to talk about the heads of the city in a public place.  Shaking her head she sipped her drink, realizing it was gone.  She looked around for a waitress, not seeing anyone, she headed back to the bar.  She slid her glass across the bar, ordering the same.  Looking around for Vim, making sure he stayed out of trouble.  He was still talking to Simplicity, poor girl, having to listen to his constant bragging.

Grabbing her drink, she wandered over to Vim_Fuego's side. 

Hey boss, staying out of trouble?

Flashes a smile and empties half of her drink.

Lyric had no idea how Livia could keep drinking like she did yet improve her game.  He'd known guys who were great players while sober, but got gradually worse the more they drank, but never the other way around.  He, grudgingly, had to admit that she was going to beat him....and soon, unless he switched his drinks to something a little lighter.

Looking around to see if BellaCherry had arrived yet, he sensed the familiar waft of Katerina's perfume, before he caught sight of her.  He was glad the bouncer had taken care of Trey...Ood had put so much effort into the place, it woulda been a shame for it to be ruined.

"Hey, beautiful", he whispered to Katerina as the noise levels rose in the bar, "I hope Vim_Fuego is taking care of you and not making you listen to too much of his damn awful 'music'".

The Macho Man Randy Savage was looking through some mail when he saw a flier for a pool pub nearby his house. Having a competitive spirit and thirst for beer Randy knew he had to pay a visit. He got dressed and made his way out. Once there he stepped in and took a scan of the place, there seemed to be a good amount of people enjoying themselves. He grinned and approached the bar and opened a tab. He then took his ice cold mug of beer, took a long sip, and smiled. Randy noticed a familiar face, Katerina, who seemed to be in some sort of frustration. Randy walked over to her and gave her a nod.

"Everything going alright, I'm here if you need me."

Randy then looked into her eyes, then the vacant pool table behind her.

"...Or if everything's alright, how about a friendly match and a beer on me?"

The Macho Man flashed her a large grin.

I would like a drink for starters or rather i would like a vodka shot and a lucky lager. I have a look and adjust to the surroundings before getting a table.

Gunny was excited for the evening. It had been a while since he had time to really unwind. He pulled up to the pool hall, parked, and stepped inside. Once inside he scanned the room to see if his friend, Taiga, was there yet. She didn't seem to be there yet, so Gunny walked over to the bar and ordered a cold beer. He took a sip, and instantly felt good about the evening. The beer was perfect, he was sure to have a couple tonight while playing some pool with his friend.

Gunny checked his watch and realized he was still very early. He grinned and spotted an empty pool table. 'Might as well get some practice in.' He thought to himself. He racked the balls, got a cue, and broke. A few swigs from his beer, and a couple rounds of pool had him feeling great. He was excited to see if she was any good, or at least better than him.