It had been a hell of a day. Sean had been finishing help set up his new bar. It was part of the 12^th Street Business District Regeneration project that Mr. Farage was so keen on pursuing. Everything was running smoothly, the only worry was that the warm beer his boss insisted on drinking hadn't arrived yet. Apparently some of the local beer producers had bitched to their union guys that this liquor was going to mean a down turn in their profits – obviously they hadn't tasted the insipid shit! Now Sean was short of supplies for the grand opening night he'd been planning, and, worst of all, he knew that Nige, sorry, Mr. Farage wouldn't be pleased!!

He was just finishing polishing the oak bar top when Mr. Farage and some of the guys had appeared. He could tell straight away that his boss was agitated – there was a twitch that would keep appearing, making him look even more toad-like than normal. Despite his best intentions at trying to resemble an honest politician, Farage failed dismally. His suits, which he bragged were imported from Saville Row, were so obviously bought in bulk from the local discount store. The cut was, to be blunt, fucking cheap – much like his speeches!

Watching wearily as Nige approached the bar, Sean nodded to his barman, Bryan, to indicate he'd take care of this.

“Boss, what brings you round here? A cold beer?”, he smirked, enjoying watching his employer almost shrink into his dodgy suit.

“Sean, my boy, you know I can't drink that.....stuff! Beer isn't meant to be served cold, nor have that much froth – it's supposed to be warm, golden, and with the most minor amount of bubbling a product of the brewing process which....where was I?”, Nige often lost track in midflow, almost as though he'd though of something far more important that he should be doing. “Oh, yes, now....did you sort out your supplier issues? You know how much I enjoy a good pint with one of my fine cigars!”

Reaching behind the bar, Sean took out a black velvet box. He knew how much the boss liked expensive items, and so he also knew that he'd never to be able to resist a gift like this.

“Sir, this is for you”, Sean said, trying to conceal his delight at the reaction he was certain would come.

“A gift??? For me??? How delightful!”, exclaimed Nige, as he excitedly grabbed the box, and began to open it. His joy was only matched by the look of sheer horror when he dropped the box onto the counter and out fell a hand, a human hand, with an overly-grandiose ring attached to one of the fingers. “What..the...fuck...is????”, he said, all traces of his faux accent gone.

“So, yeah....I ran into Johnson, from the Teamsters....neither him nor their boys will be a problem to you any more, Mr. Farage. He wanted to give you his word on that....I took the cunt's hand instead...the rest of him?? Find TrashPanda...there might be something left!”, Sean grinned, and then produced a pint of muddy looking beer from under the counter which he placed in front of his visibly shaken boss.

“You told me I had to show you some initiative...I did. You may not like my methods, but I get things done. Boss, you now have the local unions in your pocket, they answer to me!”

Farage had always held a grudging respect for Sean Callan, and he eyed him keenly now.

“You keep them under control, son...we're going to need them!”

SeanCallan was a good friend, Kat was ecstatic that he would be working with her in Detroit.  She couldn't think of anyone better than Sean to help rebuild the city.  She hadn't made it over to his new HQ yet, giving him some time to get settled in.  She heard he was announcing his new family in the streets, a great time for her to congratulate him. 

Walking over to Sean, she throws an arm around him.

Sean, I am so happy to see you have been given this opportunity.  I know you will do great things for the city of Detroit.  If you need anything, you know where to find me. 

With a smile, she wanders off towards her HQ.  She couldn't stay gone for too long, never knowing how much mischief those troublemakers would get into in her absence . 

Ah, so @ThrashPanda is the culprit for this rotten piece of junk that was left in an otherwise perfect and very promising garbage container? Damn. I could have sworn there was an entire pizza down there! All lost to this decomposing bum, contaminating the entire stuff! 

Anyway, congratulations SeanCallan. May your ventures bring food to the raccoons all over the world, preferably not in a decomposed state though.