There probably wasn't a Promenade in Detroit, but if there were then it would probably run alongside the Hudson River, in Bricktown, probably mirroring Atwater Street. And what better attraction to have on a Promenade than a bar run by an Alien businessman. Grand Nagus Zek had considered calling his bar Quarks, but that sounded like a subatomic particle, and he certainly didn't want to attract nerds from the nearby University of Detroit Mercy School of Law and Detroit Institute of Music Education. Students just didn't have the disposable income to spend in a bar, after all this was the 1930s, not the 2020s.

Being an Alien from the future... Zek would have to tell someone some day how he had come to 1930s America but this precise time was not the time... the bar had a certain futuristic vibe to it, like Art Deco only even more futuristic, like Fritz Lang's Metropolis if Fritz Lang had taken a concoction of Coke, Speed and LSD prior to making it. Of course Zek had to make certain concessions. He doubted the Mob was ready for Dabo, so that had been swapped out for Roulette, the replicators on his Shuttle had been able to fabricate the parts needed for a Holodeck, but his lack of Engineering skills meant that they would only ever be parts, so they had made way for a stage and dance floor, but he did install a replicator in the Bar itself, so any drink or any food from anywhere was available at anytime. He'd also installed a Dartboard because according to Dr Bashir and Chief O'Brien all Pubs had to have a Dartboard. 

There were 4 Barstaff, 12 waiters, and over 30 scantily clad females designed to encourage copious drinking and gambling. Zek was still having a hard time coming around to the idea of clothed females able to earn their own profit, but at the end of the day it was more people to potentially sell things too, and not just drinks. If you wanted Narcotics, weapons, precious gems and antiquities or even klon peags or Self-sealing Stem bolts, Zek was the man, or rather Ferengi to see. 

"He he he. Welcome to Zek's. 5% of all drinks and 2 free spins at the Roulette wheels for the next 10 minutes. Maihar'du, bring me my Beetle Snuff!"

Zek my good alien

Might I try some hooch from your homeland?

Also, if you can see fit for one of your womenfolk to chew some bugs for me to ingest, i'd be grateful.

Please and thank you.

Zek looked up from the blueprints he was studying, one of this planet's numerous Hew-Mons was standing at the bar beside him, was it the one with the Ferengi sounding name, Rom Swansong or something like that.

Rom my boy, how nice to see you again. You know I knew a Rom once back on DS9, I made him Grand Nagus before going to Risa with his mother. Such a lovely girl, certainly had the lobes for business and the hands for oo-mox ahuh huh heh heh heh heh. Alas I don't have any females here willing to pre-chew food, earth women are very stuborn about that, and about wearing clothes, but I would certainly recommend a Blackhole if you want a Ferengi drink. 

Zek my fine friend, I've never come across a black hole I haven't wanted to dive right into.

bottoms up!

Sorry, we don't do Ice like that, no profit in it.

Zek,

you are by far my favourite extra terrestrial being who is no doubt a Republican.

I think you should run for office sir!

A publican? Well I own a Bar, but I wouldn't call myself a Publican Rom. He he he. Its really just a front so that i can explain all the Gold and Diamonds I am offloading. Some day I'll be richer than God my friend.

Zek sat at a table at the back of the bar, paper work spread out in front of him. He didn't look pleased. He'd been making money hand over fist, literally, Gold and Diamonds were easily replicated, and hew-mons couldn't get enough of them. But they traded the gold and diamonds, which at least had an industrial value for even less valuable metals and paper. Dollars, Pounds, Lira, Franks, Marks, all worthless. This planet had nothing of intrinsic value. Sure he could stay here and live like a king, but if he wanted to travel anywhere else there was nothing he could buy worth taking. If only they had Latinum. Latinum though didn't exist on Earth though, they didn't even know of its existence yet. Sure in another 90 years or so they would be able to create it in a Lab. L-699, with a half-life of 1.4 milliseconds, decaying first in to Vincinum, the Jupiturium and so on until you arrive at something as valueless as Gold. The conditions just didn't exist and had never existed for Latinum ore to exist on this planet the way it had on Ferenginar. 

Latinum, group 8 period 9 of the periodic table, atomic mass of 699.16. Part of the iron family, in the Yuhanide series. Highly toxic, with a double bond and very unstable, it was no wonder the Ferengi chose it as a form of currency. You couldn't replicate it, and it was suitably rare. It was perfect, more so than the fabled omega particle. And this damn planet didn't have any. The only thing that he could possibly do was to buy collectables. Baseball cards would be good, paintings, sculptures, perhaps machines too. All he would have to do was buy a warehouse, beef up the security with some 24th Century modifications and then start purchasing. The T206 Honus Wagner baseball card would be a good start. there were only 200 of them printed 20 years ago before they were pulled, and by the 24th Century it would be incredibly rare, in fact he remebered Captain Sisko once telling him that there were only 5 of them known to be left in existence. That idiot collector and Zibalian trader Kivas Fajo had once had one, before he kidnapped a Starfleet officer. STarfleet were always trouble, thankfully there were none of them in the 20th Century.

Zek reached over and took a drink of his root beer... when has that happened? When had he started to drink that disgusting Hew-mon drink. It was so bubbly, cloying...and happy. Just like the Federation. And do you know what was really frightening? If you drank enough of it, you began to like it. It was insidious. Just like the Federation.

Tutte came in to the Zek's, he had heard of nearly free drink and a spin on the wheel, he liked that romour and gets in and buy himself a 50% of prcie double bourbon and greets the owner and thanks him for the opportunity to get a good drink this dinner-time.

He walks over and tries out a free spin on the wheel, he puts  his free bet on 21 and the wheel spins and he.............lose. He laughs at it and finish up his drink and laughs the way out and he were in a good mood.

Kafka had long heard about a bar that served...unusual alcoholic beverages, among other things. Never one to shy away from new gastronomical experiences, he made time in his schedule as soon as he could and went there one evening, ready to encounter out-of-the-norm cuisine.

Walking into the pub, which seemed like it had been deliberately constructed to look like the perfect stereotype of an American pub -- especially the oddly-placed dartboard -- Kafka found a seat and beckoned one of the many waitresses who were making rounds of the establishment.

"Hey, I'll take a glass of whatever you think is unique to this bar. Oh, and I'll leave the food to the chef's recommendation as well."

He sat back, wondering just what would find its way to his table in a few minutes.

It had been a while since Zek had been by the bar, it had been a while since he'd been out of Seattle to be honest, SammyNoShoes had been keeping him busy. What a name, SammyNoShoes, more like SammyNoSenseOfHumour. Zek sat in his office counting the takings, they had been slim, but he was still showing a profit. No wonder Quark always lamented owning the Bar on DS9, it was just as well that Zek had all his less than legal enterprises to bolster his finances. 

Zek drank his Raktijino and looked out through the privacy screen to see if anyone he knew was in the Bar.

Drenched by the rain, ZeMistress decided to stop by Zek's and order something to munch on. She also craved for a soul-boosting drink, the companionship of a man, and a nice new mink coat. 

But for now....a meal would be nice.

"Sir Zekkkkk?" ZeMistress asked in a sweet, humming tone. "Got some sandwiches here? or salad? or chicken breast without skin?"

Zek signals to one of the waiters who replicates a plate of Sandwiches, with a Niçoise side salad and a skinless breast of chicken and a glass of mineral water to wash it down. It didn't sound particularly appetising to him, but he wasn't in business just to sell the things he liked.

"I hope this meets your needs ZeMistress. Feel free to play some Roulette while you are here."

ah Zek, good to see you again

I trying out your lovely black hole last time around. is there anything else you might recommend?

Is this the right place, what is this place? He ordered by that strange man to visite this dump. Why , Madhatter could get his mind around to the fact that this dump was called an important place. What was that man thinking, this was one of those strange bars. Girl forgot to dress like the should , men where drunk, and there was no place for his pet rabbit. Only a couple of ugly people but at that moment he saw someone. He knew that guy with his austalian hat. 

He knew that hat, he made that hat. He made it for Ron_Swanson so I guess that guy at the counter was Ron.  

"Hey Ron, how are you doing? And what are you doing in this dump ? "

As Madhatter sat down he saw that Ron was looking at some of the  scantily clad females standing nearby. I guess that answered his question why Ron was here. The females where nice but not royal enough for Madhatter. He liked his girls to be with a crown and bleu blood. 

He turned to one of the waiters, atleast he thought it was one of the waiters

"Could I get a large pot of white tea please"

The man looked strange at him, he knew this man. It wasn't a good looking man to say the least, he looked a bit out of this world. He knew that look. This was the look his boss would give him every time he looked at him. But this couldn't be his boss Zek could it. What would his boss be doing in a dump like this. There where no white walls, no stray jackets but still. 

"Is that you boss? What are you doing here ? Are you here for the same reasons as Ron ?"

Ron nods at @Mathatter

well sir, i'm here to show off my natty headwear and perchance, get a single malt.

It had been a while since Zek had been in his own bar, truth be told that was a good thing. The diminutive Alien had aged considerably, and the once resplendent clothes where heavily soiled with all kinds of detritus. Truth be told he had lost some of his greed, something he had come to earth to rekindle, but he hadn't felt this much apathy since the wormhole aliens changed him back from the altruistic version of himself they had created when they had first met over a dozen years ago. Thankfully the staff he had left in charge were well trusted, and they continued to ensure that the bar was ticking along nicely. They also realised that Zek wasn't himself anymore, and made sure that on the odd occasion when he did 'pop in' that he was quickly escorted away from the patrons and the bar to somewhere private where he could shout and cuss and reprimand people for all manner of transgressions his fervoured imagination could dream up.  

GeeZeus looked around the bar, it looked like it was going out of business. It was run down and it seemed like a lot of the 'technology' wasn't working anymore. He was curious as to how the existence of Aliens affected his Father's plans. After all, who was likely to believe in the Trinity id there were countless worlds inhabited by billions of beings, none of whom were aware of the existence of him, his father or their resident spectre. 

Long forgotten words uttered almost two millennium ago tumbled into his mind. Blessed are you when men revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account. Rejoice and be glad, for your reward is great in heaven, for so men persecuted the prophets who were before you. If this were the case then this dead alien was surely in the kingdom of his father, on his right hand side. Few were as reviled as he was, or so it seemed. 

Taking his leave, GeeZeus set out for his next destination.