Now that Sisyphus had his foot in the door for ice cream, he was able to pivot seamlessly into the fast paced world of confectioneries with the help of his newfound clout among those who blazed the sugary trails before him. Using a bit of a rough flair in his dealings, he was able to strong arm his way directly into the chocolatier spotlight and found much success in his first cocoa inspired art piece which was simply titled "Living in a Chocolate World with nothing more than a boat and thirteen men who help me survive. Woe is me, the man himself who lives in a chocolate wonderland!"

The critical acclaim was enough to catapult his now famous vanilla bean dew drops into a more mainstream audience and with that he vowed never to deal with vanilla again, as it was such a difficult thing to get right and the people were always extremely negative when things did not go perfectly-- as was found only two days after his critical success when they practically crucified him for attempting to make vanilla roller skates where none of it was actually edible except for the wheels. Yes, the chocolate crowd was a far less finicky group that he could work with and not have to worry about accidentally being too before his time.

Chocolate

It was a simple enough name, but would bring in many high note members of society, especially given how popular he had become in the underground of America. We All Scream had been met with a resounding yes as everyone from the lowly pauper to the elitist of men and women all found themselves tasting his niblets. What would be sold at Chocolate, you may be wondering? Well everything that could be sold legally and within reason in a store created only for chocolate.

A large chocolate waterfall stood in the middle of the establishment and was dipped in pure gold to really show off the excess of wealth that Sisyphus had found himself enjoying these days with all of the drug deals and heists he had completed. One of the first rules of the mob is to not be too loud about your wealth, but that was such an old man's tale and one that he would not-- and did not, prescribe to. Which is why right next to the waterfall was a diamond with chocolate smeared all over it, which was a very provocative and wonderful artistic statement that meant something, but if you had to ask then you weren't smart enough to understand it in the first place.

"Welcome to Chocolate!"

Chocolate Ice Cream - $20

Chocolate Bar - $15

Chocolate 'Dipped' Items - $20/Ea.

~~ Chocolate ~~

This was all the store had to offer outside of the random various confusing art ensembles that were placed all around the business itself. A single slab of paper with nothing but FUCK CHOCOLATE / CHOCOLATE FUCK written on it was taped to the wall and beneath were extremely old unwrapped chocolate candies. Nearby was a man drenched in chocolate who stood there completely still, paid not to move an inch for the entire day and if you continued looking around you'd notice many extremely odd and out of place things that you weren't sure were part of the display of because Sisyphus forgot to move them into the backroom.

It was all so perfect, and now open for business!

"Please, enjoy your stay."

Latom had been enjoying a quiet and relaxed morning in one of her apartments in Detroit. She was in no rush and had been snoozing in bed for a long time. Was there any better feeling then to wake up and realize you could easily fall back asleep again? Perhaps if there was someone next to you who really had to get up, while you got to stay in bed only to fall asleep again. But today that wasn't the case. So she had even afforded herself to spread out using the entire beds width for herself. 

She was just about to fall asleep again, when a knock on the door suddenly woke her up. If falling asleep knowing you're not in a hurry is the best feeling, the worst must be when you're about to fall asleep and you're suddenly awoken. She could feel how her entire mood shifted from happy to annoyed. Annoyed wasn't the best mood for a surprise visit so she shook that feeling away and forced herself to become alert.

Getting up from the comforts of her bed Latom put on a robe and took her gun from the night stand. Silently she made her way over to the door and opened a crack with her gun at the ready. No one was there. She put her head out the corridor but couldn't spot anyone. As she was about to close it she noticed an envelope out of the corner of her eye laying in front of her door. She picked it up and went inside again. She prepared a cup of coffee and sat down and read it.

"Hello, as you were my first visitor to the hit shop We All Scream, I now invite you to my newest venture, Chocolate."

Latom wasn't completely sure about hit shop. Her recollection of that particular visit was a fair few disappointments before getting something, which wasn't really what she had ordered, that wasn't all too bad. But then again, this seemed to be some sort of grand opening. It was probably going to be filled with important people, luxurious tastings and alcohol to no ends. She couldn't miss this for the world. So off to the shower she went.

Having spent a few minutes to get ready Latom was making her way towards Chocolate. She wasn't the kind of girl to spend hour after hour in order to pick out the perfect outfit, get that strand of hair exactly right or put on layer after layer of make up. She was more the kind of girl who jump at the opportunity to get her hands dirty and picking the first set off clothes that caught her eye when opening up the closet.

It was a nice spring morning with no clouds in sight. She had almost been run over while crossing the street as she was too busy to enjoy the sun beams on her face. The driver had gotten a good yelling and drove off quickly as he noticed to gun Latom was carrying. Finally arriving at Chocolate she couldn't help but feel a bit excited. 

She opened the door and peeked inside. Something was surely wrong. She had been looking forward to meeting a lot of important people, to make some connections. Perhaps even bribe a few officials. But the store was completely empty. Had she put her nice clothes on for nothing? She felt a little embarrassed. At least the decoration was fancy, fitting a grand opening. A golden fountain and chocolate smeared diamonds was not your every day sightings. 

She walked up to the counter hoping she wasn't completely alone in the store. Or perhaps that was a good thing. That diamond would for sure be a wonderful addition to her apartment.

She had heard about this new place, it had nothing but chocolate .  And a chocolate waterfall.  She would visit, not even for the chocolate, but to see this massive wall of flowing chocolate.  Her last encounter with Sisyphus as his ice cream shop was a weird one, but she would brave his odd behavior for a little chocolate.  As she walked into the store, she looked curiously at the strange works of art, if that is even what you could call them.

She headed towards the counter, but stopped, the waterfall drawing her attention.  She looked around, wondering if anyone would notice if she put her hand in it.  She saw Sisyphus out of the corner of her eye, and decided to sneak a taste on her way out.  Heading to the counter, she forced a smile. 

Sisyphus, how are you?

She waited to see if any of his odd mannerisms would show before ordering.  The menu was quite limited, but that meant she wouldn't spend all of her cash on chocolate. 

Can I get ten chocolate bars and a chocolate ice cream?

Was ten too many?  She didn't care, chocolate was just after coffee on her addiction list. 

And, uh, is there a way to bring chocolate home to dip things in?  It will be easier that way. 

He didn't need to know what she would be doing with it.

Trying to hold in his excitement from the many customers who now lined his shop-- two, Sisyphus began to ring up Katerina first as she had a clear respect for how things were done here and did not keep eyeing up his prized jewel. Ten chocolate bars and an ice cream was a simple enough order for a connoisseur such as himself and it only took a few minutes to complete the order to what he had perceived as perfection, placing it in front of Katerina there was a rather large grin fixated on his face as he waited for her response to the goodness which was now set before her in all of its glory.

"That will be $300. There's a new choccy tax. Times are tough."

Not a lot of time passed and he finally put his attention to Latom who was still standing there in her dress staring at his most important possession, the chocolate diamond. It cost him nearly twelve million dollars to lather that bad boy up in chocolate and he wasn't about to allow someone, even a right hand, even so much as touch it.

"Hello there, Miss. Are you enjoying the view?"

His smile curled in a way that made it look far less genuine than his last and fighting the urge to simply yell at her to keep her eyes diverted from his masterpiece, Sisyphus remained stoic as ever and instead offered a free tasting of a chocolate bar. It's the best way to bring in someone to your delights, after all!

"How would you like a nibble?", extending the bar to her face there was a rather aggressive nod going on while he waited to see what the reaction would be.

Standing there deep in thought Latom didn't realize another customer had entered. She was too busy trying to figure out a way to get her hands on that beautiful diamond. This was her go to thing when bored or waiting for something, trying to figure out how to steal something, kill someone or extract information from different people. As of this moment she had three different scenarios in mind. She could come back at a later point in hopes that Chocolate would be just as empty and quickly grab it and walk off. In and out with none the wiser. Downside was that it could take ages before it being this empty again. She could also go in guns blazing. With something to cover her face and just shoot up the place in hopes that everyone was too busy dodging bullets while she grab the beautiful rock. Downside being it could get ugly real fast if people didn't react the way she wanted. She could also invest in a partner to keep everyone busy while she slipped inside and grab it. Downside - a split take. So many options.

She quickly woke up from her thoughts as someone behind the counter addressed her. It took a moment to regain focus so she couldn't really catch what was said. So instead she just smiled and nodded hoping it wouldn't make her look stupid. There was something wrong with Sisyphus smile so her attempt had probably failed. And before having a chance to say anything she got a chocolate bar pressed up her face. It was delicious. It had been quite some time she had the good fortune to try anything like it and she knew this was going to be a place grazed by her visit plenty of times. The diamond was safe for now.

"- You don't happen to offer more free tastings before I have to decide on what to get?" She said while looking around through all the options, not sure if she was able to hide the satisfying expression quickly spreading from tasting the delicious bar.

There was something about the lack of grace which Latom possessed while gnawing on his chocolate bar that drove Sisyphus to the edge of insanity for a moment. They did not even take a moment to let the smell waft into their nose and rather bit into it like one would a common grocery store impulse purchase-- this would not do at all, and he would need to show her that savoring the flavor was much more in style these days than chowing down like there's nothing more to the process than pushing some cocoa together.

"No more free tastings, but I can offer you from my finest collection. Chocolate so good that it is said nearly three civilizations rose and fell from its taste alone."

That story wasn't true at all, but it sounded good and he learned that a good story was worth almost as good as the food itself you intend to sell. He would do the same for his cocaine dealings, once musing that his came from an extremely wealthy Cuban estate to the point that he was able to sell for almost triple its actual value.

"How about it?"

Pulling out a chunk of what looked to be chocolate that had been sitting in the warm heat for days, he took the gooey goodness and placed some onto his finger. It smelled terrible, horribly rancid, but he was still hoping the story would sell it.

"Only $40."

Latom wipe the corners off her mouth with her arm as she, this time, actually was paying attention to Sisyphus. There was something strange with the whole scene. A woman all dressed up with a manner like something you would probably lock up in a cellar somewhere remote and then throw away the key. But she didn't mind. As a young girl she had been driven out of her childhood home by and abusive father. She had learnt that life was tough. Living on the street was no easy task and you had to get dirty just to survive. But it had shaped her. Made her durable enough to survive this kind of life as well. Manners wasn't in the vocabulary. 

But now she was standing here, in this upscaled store, about to buy something very exclusive. Something that would probably change her life forever. A bit of chocolate that was both a creator and destroyer of civilizations. How far she had come. Life was good. There was only one thing that would make it better. That diamond covered in chocolate in her apartment. Next to the stolen antique vase. It would be perfect.

Leaning in closer to really get a look at the marvelous piece of art Latom suddenly froze. Something was off. The smell was horrible. She had to muster all of her will only to not gag. This could surely not be something anyone would put in their mouths. The look as well. It seemed to have chunks in it, not the good kind either. If somethings smells like crap and looks like crap it's probably not chocolate. Another hard lesson learnt by living close to dumpsters and weirdos during her younger years. Could this be what he meant by "Chocolate so good that it is said nearly three civilizations rose and fell from its taste alone."? Only civilizations should be switch out by the word describing the relationship between Latom and Sisyphus. The disappointment could only mean one thing. The heist was on again...

"- A few chocolate bars are fine thanks" 

Disappointed by how Latom was refusing to taste his fine chocolate, he quickly changed the subject towards something a bit less extravagant and maybe more her style. Pulling out a rather dull looking bar of chocolate with none of the fanfare or excitement of the other which laid in a goop in the middle of the counter, he unenthusiastically threw it into a bag along with a few more of them for good measure. Sealing up the bag with his newest invention, the bag-sealer, he handed it over to the woman.

"By the way, this diamond is protected by guard dogs 24/7. Just to be clear."

Shocking her a little with his words, he smiled once more. He could tell when someone was casing a joint as he had done it many times in his career now, but Sisyphus was a little surprise she would be so ballsy as to think about taking from someone in the same line of work as her-- especially someone below her in rank who could do very little about it, almost as if the game would be rigged from the start.

"I'm just fucking with you. I'm allergic to dogs. Have a nice day!"

Another sale. Perfection.

The word guard dogs sent shiver down Latoms spine. She had bad experiences, she didn't want to relive, when it came to guard dogs. Once she had almost lost her arm to what must have been some kind of a crossbreed between a bear and a dog. At least that was what she was telling herself. The true story was way too embarrassing to even think of. 

"I'm just fucking with you. I'm allergic to dogs. Have a nice day!"

I sigh of relief left her. No guard dogs was truly a good thing, and now she even had something to go on. She made a mental note to remember allergic to dogs. This surely could be put into some kind of elaborate 10 step plan in order to gain an advantage. She surely couldn't just walk inside with a dog hoping Sisyphus would run. He would probably only tell her to leave it outside. It had to be subtler. Perhaps a gift would work. A bag of cocaine mixed with dog hair. Or even a made up new kind of chocolate, even rarer than the civilization destroyer, with the key ingredient being dog. Latom had always loved creativity and this was getting exciting. She had to get back to her apartment.

"- Thank you for the bars. It's a lovely place you have here!"

She had one last look around before starting to make her way towards the door eyeing the diamond one last time.

MR-Big visiting Detroit at the moment stops in Chocolate,to get some sweets.Big walks in and up to the counter and soon a lady asked him what he would like' Big says 3 chocolate bars, He pays her for them and walks out smiling...

MrWild steps in Sisyphus' establishment 

Put hand onto Sisyphus' shoulder

Ever since I was a little boy I've loved chocolate. Of course growing up poor, chocolate was to us was consider almost a delicacy. Considering to what I've come to be it seems, sad. Doesn't it? Chocolate was something my mother would give me once a month for being a good boy. If she only knew huh?

MrWild looks around at all of the things he can do with chocolate. A little tear rolls down his cheek.

Sisyphus thank you for this moment of nostalgia.

MrWild pulls out a stack of money.

I want to try one of everything I can eat today. I'll let you know when I've had enough.

Money signs rolled from out of his brain and into his corneas, searing dollars into them. One of everything? That was hundreds of dollars, and in this business that would keep him afloat for a few more weeks, at least! Getting the gift bags ready, he stuffed everything from chocolate apples to an entire chocolate zoo-- molds of every creature you could imagine being filled with the gooey goodness and hardened into a bar of perfection.

"Is this enough?"

Seven entire bags filled to the brim was all he could fill while he waited for Mr Wild to give him the say so. An eighth bag was opened and some chocolate covered peanuts were dropped inside, enough to cause it to burst at the seams and fall all over the floor. It was madness! but the kind of madness he could tolerate when being given such an opportunity.

"Sorry about that, I'll have this cleaned up soon. Anyways, so far you're at $2,000. Would you care to keep going?"

Privately in his mind, Sisyphus hoped to hear a 'continue', but he wouldn't until he did. Packaging too much product at once was bad for business and he needed to make sure it was going to all be purchased. Navigating the spilled peanuts as to not trip, he made his way to the counter and placed all seven bags onto it, proudly displaying all of them to the customer.

"These are extremely fine chocolates, yes."

Pride beamed in his eyes while waiting.

Teach was generally not much of a fan of luxury desert foods. However, tonight he felt like indulging that side a little. After all, his guest was certain to enjoy it. Trixxy was to meet him soon. They were associates, but Teach was looking to get closer, perhaps making a close friend in the process. Besides, he had yet to hear of a woman that didn't love chocolate. Teach made a point to check in with local hotel concierges to find out where the best chocolate in town could be found, and each one could not praise this place enough.

That was enough for Teach, he found that people in that profession generally knew what they were talking about. Teach drove his car to the place and parked. He checked his watch and was a bit early. He shrugged and entered anyway. He went ahead and secured a table for them. Now he simply needed to await her arrival.  

Chuckster was on the prowl checking out any potential competition for his upcoming churro adventure or potential suppliers of ingredients.  Chuck had bought a chocolate sauce in Philadelphia but Detroit had Sisyphus’ chocolate venture…if he offered chocolate dipped items then he had a chocolate sauce.  If he had a chocolate sauce, then maybe he’d be open to sharing…sharing being caring after all.

Sir Charles walked in and loved the smell of the place.  It didn’t smell of cinnamon covered fried choux paste but it still smelled better than the stench at the Pissed On Courts.  

He went to the counter.

Hello, is anyone around?

Chuck waited patiently for anyone to appear.

As her car approached the address he sent by letter, she told her driver to stop just outside the building door. Her gaze peered through the car window as she approached a chocolate shop, her eyes widening a little. Chocolate? Really. He wants to meet here. She chuckled a little before her driver opened her car door and her long legs carried her outside of it only to straighten up, fixing her dress to stop creasing, she pushed her handbag over her shoulder again and approached the building.

Heading inside, her golden locks could be seen from a mile away and her blue eyes peered over the building, looking to find her associate. She looked for a few moments before spotting his face at a table reserved for them both. "Ah." she said as she pressed over to the spot where he was. Smiling once he noticed she had arrived, she chuckled. "Of all places?" She said, an amused look on her face before she pulled up a seat and sat opposite to him.

Teach took a sip of his water, checked his watch, then placed the glass back onto the table as he spotted Trixxy making her way towards their table. He stood and got her chair for her. As she sat down he noticed two things immediately, she looked ravishing, and smelled exquisite. He grinned to himself and took his seat.

"I hope you like the choice?"

He looked over the menu once more as he spoke.

"I mean, who doesn't like chocolate after all?"

ElectricMojo had been working a job his Boss had told him too all day. He was tired, weary and ready to go back home. There was some time before his flight back and he found himself having some time to kill. Walking through the business district he saw the word "Chocolate" and that was pretty much the beginning of the love story between Mojo and this delicately refined establishment.

Upon walking into the property he went straight to the counter and approached the staff member serving. "You dip anything in chocolate?" the staff member looked at Mojo and said "Well, yes I suppose so, within reason." By now it was clear for most to see that Mojo was brimming with excitement at this fact - "Like anything, you'll dip anything in chocolate? What about this car air freshener I have in my pocket?" The staff member, now looking confused replied "Erm, yeah, I guess so - if that's what you want." Mojo replied "What about my car keys? What about my watch? No, what about the tyre I walked past outside?" the staff member, now becoming quite concerned and confused "Sir, would you like to be served with something more appropriate?" Mojo pondered this request, the deep thought smeared across his face "What about my babe ruth bar?". Looking delighted that they may have now finally found common ground, the staff member replied "YES SIR! This is something that we can do for you, I'll do that right away!". The staff member took the chocolate bar, got it dipped with more chocolate and served Mojo as quickly as possible, ushering him away with haste.

Mojo, looking very pleased with himself staring decadently at his new creation proceeded to leave the establishment. Upon doing so though, he saw his two friends EdwardTeach and Trixxy sitting at a reserved table. He shouted over "Hey guys! Did you know they dip ANYTHING into chocolate in here? Like, ANYTHING! Enjoy guys - Peace and love."

Meliodass does not believe in heaven or hell. But if there's some place called heaven for her, it would be this place.

She could not contain her excitement when she found out about this place and had to rush here as soon as she was done with work. 

Mel looks around and is fascinated by the gold and diamond dipped with chocolate. Her eyes twinkle like those of a little girl when she visits the amusement park for the first time. She calls a staff and places her order:

"Ten boxes of chocolate ice cream.

Twenty bars of chocolates.

And umm... can you dip this in chocolate?" 

She shows him a box of pizza. The staff member seems to feel a little queasy about the thought of dipping pizza in chocolate but he agrees to do it anyway. 

Mel pays the bill and carries all three bags full of chocolaty items out of the shop.