Introduction

The streets of Corktown were a bit more lively as of late after the recent growth in the criminal element there. The places to get a drink, a meal, or to gamble a few bucks away were becoming more common. It was the perfect time to get in on the economic growth for any up and coming gangster. Quickly a local bar was purchased and converted to the specifications laid out by local mobster Newt Scamander. He was an up and comer with the local crew led by Gimpanzee. Driving the boss around for so long had it's benefits when his previous second in command was gunned down. The Doc would have approved of him stepping into the position, he was certain of it. 

There was only so much he could learn from TadKnackered or Gimpanzee by driving them around and watching from a distance. Experience was the best teacher. So, here he was standing in his freshly opened Tavern....

"This is as good as I think it will get. Thanks for your time." He handed over an envelope of cash to the foreman that took the lead on the renovations. 

Newt made his way over to the counter of the bar and slid over the top of it to where the liquor sat. The glass he grabbed clinked loudly as he put it on the counter in the empty bar. The options were incredible with the multiple shelves that were installed to hold all the liquor. Eventually Newt found himself grabbing a rum off the shelf that had become a favorite of Tad's. It was added to his stock by a good friend. The top came off with ease and he poured himself a drink.

Holding the glass in the air to the empty tavern, "To good business and hopefully just as much success as the Knick Knackers Bar."

Newt took a decent swig of the rum and placed the glass back on the counter, "This time tomorrow we'll be open."

Spotted Newt Tavern

You decided it was time to get a drink and the golden lettered sign of the newly founded Spotted New Tavern was inviting as just about any other establishment in Corktown. So you make your way inside to see if it's the place to be in the evening...

Once inside you spot the bar off to your left and fully stocked with liquor as far as the eye could see. People were filling most of the stools seated in front of the bar. Chatting and drinking their nights away. You figure it may be best to grab your drink before figuring out where you'll set up for the evening. After making it past a few dunk stumbling bastards you are able to get within earshot of the bartender who looks in your direction.

"What can I get you!?" He says in a raised voice through all the noise. 

You look around at the options until one catches your eye. It's time to make your order...

A few moments later...

Drink in hand you make your way out of the crowded bar area and look around. Across the way you spot two pool tables set up for play with one game going on at the moment. Just a bit past that you can see that people are sitting and waiting their turn for the dart boards to open up. It could be a good time if you found somebody to play with or against. 

Off in a far reaching corner of the tavern you spot two guards standing by a velvet rope in front of a staircase. This was obviously something that intrigued you so you figured it was best to go check it out...

As you approach the two men straighten up and do their best to appear intimidating, "What's up there?"

Your inquiry causes the two men to look back and forth at each other as they became unsure of what to say. Just as you are about to restate your question a man in a trench coat comes up from behind you and motions for the two men to remove the rope. You turn and look at him...

"The name is Newt Scamander. I own the establishment. Apologies for these two. They are still learning how to spot somebody who is in the life and somebody hiding a badge. Although I'd rather they be a bit on the safe side rather then opening up to just anybody." He guides you up the stairs as he talks.

Before you can even respond he continues, "Welcome to the Scamander Casino. Up here you will find gambling of all sorts as well as a secondary bar for those who wish to continuing drinking without going back downstairs. Feel free to stay up here or head back downstairs. You'll most likely find me up here or over there in my office."

Newt pointed across the small casino to a door with a name plate on it. Before you can even continue on he shakes your hand and makes his way towards the bar. It was an abrupt interaction, but it was informative and got you up the staircase at the very least. Now you had to make a choice of what to do and where to go...

To think the drink options seemed overwhelming....

Newt was sitting at the bar downstairs in the main area of the building sipping on some fantastic rum when he could see the bartender picking up the phone. It was only a matter of seconds before the bartender looked his way and pointed at the phone in his hand. With a sigh he picked up his glass and made his way over to the phone. Newt leaned against the counter. Phone in one hand and drink in the other....

"Hello?" He said awaiting to find out who was on the other end. 

There was a pause before somebody finally said anything, "You better watch your back Scamander. You're moving in on rackets that we took over when Knackered got put six feet under. You've been warned."

A click could be heard as the person on the other end hung up....

"Anything important boss?" The bartender asked as he took the phone from Newt and hung it up for him.

Newt chuckled, "No, just a grumpy salesmen who doesn't want to take no for an answer. It'll be dealt with. If you recognize that voice again you can just tell them to fuck off and hang up."

The front door to the tavern opened just then and in came his good friend Sienna. The woman was somebody you didn't want to mess with and he knew that all too well. Quite a few times he thought he may have to schedule a visit with the dentist after saying the wrong thing to her. So far he had been lucky....

"Evening Sienna, how have you been? Can I get you something to drink?" He inquired hoping to get on her good side.

Sienna opens the door to the spotted tavern and as she walked through to the bar she spies Newt_Scamander sitting there. Almost as though he knew she was coming and was waiting for her. 

"Hey Newty boy. I've been wonderful" She responds as she slips her jacket off of her shoulders and throws it over a nearby chair. "Such a nice place you have here. How are you doing?" She says while wrapping her arms around him to give him the biggest bestie squeeze. Newt was a little startled but Sienna is just full of those surprises, it was okay. ​​​​"I would love a drink. Surprise me. I am having a spontaneous day. Probably because its my day off and I have too much time on my hands." Sienna laughed. She looked around as the atmosphere was lovely. She was proud of her friend. 

​​​​" I wonder how you have the time to uphold a bar when Gimpanzee is working you to the bone?" ​​​​chuckled Sienna as she joked. 

Ron hadn't seen a new venture open up in the motor city for quite some time and decided to take a look.

Young man, may i please get a large single malt. please and thank you.

Madhatter walked through the streets of Detroit when he was thinking about his past. He didn't remember what happend to him the last couple of years. It was blank, not memories no Idea what he was doing in these streets. He saw a tavern in on the side of the street and walked into it to get a nice drink. 

Madhatter walked up to de bar and ordered himself a nice cup of tea. He didn't know why he ordered himself a cup of tea? Does he like tea? is tea his thing ? Isn't coffee a better drink ? 

Madhatter walked to one of chairs and sat down, he also placed his had on the table. It was a very nice hat, good made but it was a bit warm. Just as he placed his hat onn the table a small white rabbit jumped out of the hat. He was a nice little rabbit but what did he do inside his hat? Was the hat his home? 

Madhatter liked this rabbit, this was his rabbit he thought. At that point he noticed a Newt_scamander standing in the back of this tavern. He was standing next to two guards in the corner of the bar. Madhatter knew this man, he was a nice guy but a little bit strange. At that point he got his tea, it was a basic tea nothing special but the madhatter liked it. 

Madhatter walked up to New and said: 

"Newt, how are you doing ? and what are you doing in this place? "

Tutte were in the neighbourhood so he walks into Spotted Newt tavern to drink a beer or two, he would see if he meat up with any so it took a bit longer that he aspected in here.

"Can I have a single malt please"

Kafka liked to think of himself as an expert tavern-hopper. Whether that meant he was an expert at hopping in taverns or between taverns, he liked to keep a mystery. Even from himself, at times. But when he heard about the new Spotted Newt tavern, he was determined to try it out. He usually took the same approach when it came to trying out new pubs. He would ask the bartender what the house would recommend in terms of alcohol, and he would ask the chef to serve whatever they considered their specialty. This way, he had the best of two worlds -- he would be able to gauge their knowledge of their own product and it left him free to consider other aspects such as the ambience.

Walking into the tavern, he made a beeline for the bar. "Hey, I'm feeling adventurous today, so just serve up whatever you consider your best bottle of booze. Oh, and a plate of whatever your cook recommends," he told the bartender before slipping him a small note for his trouble. While he'd heard talk that the place also had a casino, that could wait, as far as he was concerned. Hedonism had a pecking order, after all.

The Spotted Newt Tavern had always been one of Kaya's go-to places to go after a particularly long day, especially back when she was still residing in Corktown. There was much to love about the watering hole -- it was a relatively short walk away from the Gimpanzee HQ, the drinks were good, and of course, the owner was a good friend of hers. It also didn't hurt that there was a casino upstairs that can appease Kaya's slight gambling problem.

Today was different though, she wasn't here to gamble and inevitably lose her money, she was here because she was feeling a little bit nostalgic and was hoping a nice drink or three can ease that. Her move to Chicago had been fruitful; she'd been enjoying the new scenery and meeting her new family, but her mind would drift to memories of Detroit from time to time... memories of her starting up in this world and learning the ropes would fill her mind and she wondered how her old friends over in Corktown were. So on an off-day, she drove out to Detroit and arrived at the tavern just in time for happy hour, hoping to run into familiar faces and catch up.

Sliding into a bar stool, Kaya ordered a gin and tonic and looked around, face falling as she failed to find who she was looking for. Perhaps it was a busy day down in the HQ? Sighing, she took a sip of her drink and looked at the bartender. "Hey, do you know if Newt_Scamander's dropping by at any point tonight? I miss him, even if he's a Hufflepuff."

Ron walked along 12th, taking in the sights and sounds of the Motor city when he happened across a bar which seemed to be run by a salamander.

"interesting, I should like a large single malt please and thank you"

Stumbling into the Spotted Newt Tavern was one thing, another was the fact that he saw his old jumping partner in the form of Ron_Swanson. It was like time had stopped, like a highlight reel of their moments in the league, their moments in the art gallery in Seattle. And the odd awkward one-armed hugs that Rommy was always trying to give the clearly affectionate steak enthusiast!

"You bastard! RONNIE!"

And like that, he rushed the man and cared not for the looks he would have received from many of the patrons from such conduct from one of the city's prominent presences in businesses and a certain profile in the streets as well.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE!?"

It was odd how Rom and Ron found themselves here, Rom was hugging Ron with all his might...it seemed like the man was not one for responding still, he couldn't really tell being lost in the flashing images of the league and that painting from Seattle...that was a good one.

"No seriously...no call! No letters! NOTHING! Where the fuck have you been!?"

And like that, the danger duo seemed in danger of imploding right before the eyes of many of the patrons. Yet it seemed Rom cared not as his narrowed eyes settled into Ron who had yet to get a word in edgewise due to the fact Rom was being such a...well caring person.

"I'll take a bottle of scotch by the way, maybe it'll help this guy over here."

Rommy stated to the bartender with slight ease, his eyes never once leaving Ron...making sure the man knew that he was not off the hook, yet.

Ron's poker faced demeanour belied the feelings he felt when he saw his old team mate, the supremely talented and charismatic Romulus, his partner in both literal and figuratively

"Rom, you're looking well, I haven't seen you since the coach's send off.  I believe you only get to cry at funerals and the grand canyon but I made an exception that day.  I will be good to drink and talk of the old days"

secretly enjoying the embrace, Ron extricated himself from Roms bear hug and led them to a booth.

"Yeah sure, let's go..."

Watching the man, he was sure that Ron felt a certain way and his lips twitched up in a smile, this was amazing! Finally, he could talk with someone besides...well, his newest business endeavours, he missed the old days of Ron, Steak, and Winning....wait Ron? Heh, maybe the man was more important in his life than he thought!

Sitting down in the booth, he smiled, pouring them both a glass as Rom thought about the things in the past few weeks to months. Coach was gone, the team had splintered, he had tried to stay in Chicago for a little while, but he felt a calling elsewhere. That meant he wasn't hooping, he was doing more of a...front office role than anything else. 

"Well, it's been a while...eh? Yeah, you sure cried at that party, you sure you are okay brother? Cause you know, I'm always here for you..."

Rom made sure to say those words as his eyes met those of Ron_Swanson, for a moment, he forgot that anyone else was even in the bar. Hm, he did feel a bit of a strong brotherly relationship with the older man...though by the looks he was getting now that he realized. Maybe people didn't see it the same way, ah fuck 'em!

"Heh, still the man who only has steaks? I miss that steakhouse, I should visit sometime, hopefully we can get the old team back together and see how they are sometime!"

He took a sip of the scotch, watching Ron from over the rim. The man sure continued up that facade, sending him a smirk, he knew Ron well enough...at least he thought he did.

Ron took a slug of the whiskey, good stuff, expensive and felt the warm liquid purse down his torso.  well, it may have been the whiskey but he had forgotten how much he missed his old team mates, Romulus was more than a friend, he was...well, he was a fellow soldier, a bond that cannot be explained.

"you look well, you've clearly been keeping yourself in shape, hows life in the motor city?  you still got that jump shot?"

"Good stuff? Want another?"

He asked with a twitching smile at his lips, the way a laugh seemed to be bubbling up inside him for a while before he got it under control. Rom poured himself one, sliding the bottle over to Ron as he thought over his words for a moment. The man always seemed interested in how his life was going, it wasn't always a simple "How's it going?" And he loved that from his former teammate. 

"I always look well, I've sorted out my problems from the past and I've never been better. Actually, that's a lie, there was this moment in an away game where we had to hit two threes but that's another story for a different...bar."

Taking a cautious sip of the whiskey, he did find himself thinking about the moments on the road with Ron. More often than not, Ron had taught him some of the more...refined tastes in music. Stuff that on instinct, Rom disliked and somehow, it grew from there. They were a strange pair, but they had done much together in the many years in the league…

"Coach always stressed being in shape, he made us work in that practice facility for hours on end and the cocaine protein shakes... I still doubt he put actual cocaine....right? Ron_Swanson, please tell me it was just some sort of placebo effect!"

He pleaded for a moment, all but forgetting decorum as he held onto the man's shoulders for dear life. He couldn't have been addicted to cocaine in that time...well, maybe that did explain some blackout shit he went through in Seattle sometimes....

Mist entered the bar, for his friend newt_scamander had been bugging him for a visit. Something about his supply of that rare but devilishly good pineapple liquor or something. However since he was in town, checking if any mission reports had been submitted, he decided to check it out. Probably it some was tacky place full of new rich people who thought that being louder by the whiskey was the best way to show class.

He pushed his way in through the heavy front door, god damn he did invest a lot of his money into this, that is for sure and looked around. He saw Newt standing behind the bar talking to what appeared to be a person slumped over the bar but Newt was so up in his story telling he didn't even notice his speech partner was out for the count. Looking left into the expanse of the tables and chairs housing some low lifes and lawyers with their briefcases he spotted Kaya. He grunted, did she beat him to FUCKING EVERYTHING??? He waved politely and stepped up to the bar, threw a bar napkin at Newt to get his attention and ordered himself a pineapple liquor cocktail.

Ron pulls up a seat alongside Mist_and_Shadows and puts some 'special sugar' in their coffees

Hows it going old friend?  it's good to see you taking a break from the vaguaries of leadership

Kaya was sipping her drink absentmindedly when her eyes met Mist_and_Shadows', smirking as she saw him grimace before he threw her a little wave. She knew that even though he would grunt and frown whenever he saw her, deep inside he must miss seeing her around the HQ... or at least she hoped. Walking on over to him and poking him in the side, she gave him her best UwU smile and set down her drink next to him. "Fishy fishy," she said, knowing that calling him fishy was yet another thing that pushed his buttons even more. "How have you been? Are you an uwu believer yet?"

Ron nodded in the direction of Kaya and continued to put the special sugar into Mists coffee.

I would like a large quantity of beer please.

Newt made his way into the Spotted Newt Tavern which had been named by a friend to poke fun at his own nickname. Very few knew that his full name was Newton Artemis Fido Scamander and he just went by Newt for short. Fido probably would have fit in more with the criminal element he worked with, but he couldn't get used to that. Artemis just didn't fit him and Newton was too scientific when it wasn't shortened. So Newt was where he landed...

"Hey boss!" One of his guards shouted as they made their way outside to most likley take a piss in the alley.

A quick nod and he continued towards the bar to get himself a drink. He had just recently spent some time at his fathers establishment and knew he needed to check in on things here at his own place. The drinks seemed to be flowing nicely with patrons as far as the eye could see. Ron_Swanson seemed to be enjoying himself at this location along with his visits to Knick Knackers Bar. A tip of the hat in that man's direction as he respected his ability to drink as well as the connection his father had to the man's....Grandfather? It was hard to keep track some days. 

He spotted Kaya who had for some time been a member of the 1/2lbers before shipping off to become a right hand to Dawn_ in Chicago. She had been one of his favorite recruits and it saddened him to see her go. One thing he would never do is stand in the way of people making advancements in this way of life. So he wished her well that day. It was a pleasure to have worked with her and to see her around Detroit from time to time. Tonight seemed to be one of those times....

"Evening Kaya. Hope you're enjoying yourself. I also hope they let you get a couple drinks on the house as a former member of the 1/2lbers. Everyone who works with use deserves at least a few drinks after dealing with myself and Gimpanzee." He smirked.

As he turned to order himself a drink he was struck in the face with a napkin. Just past Kaya was Mist_and_Shadows who had a grin on his face knowing he had already successfully bugged Newt. He turned back to the bartender...

"I'll take a whiskey as always. I do hope you're charging that guy double." He said as he motioned at M&S.

"Hey, you two weren't too bad, but I'd never say no to free drinks!" Kaya said with a lilting laugh. She giggled even more when she heard what Newt_Scamander said about Mist_and_Shadows, feeling quite happy to be in the presence of her old crewmates once more. A lot has happened since she'd left Corktown, but thankfully it was all good things so far, seeing that Mist had his own crew now while Gimpanzee and Newt had filled up their family with even more burger-loving misfits. Hearing the friendly banter among them felt like coming home after a long while, and Kaya giddily took a sip of her drink as she addressed Newt.

"How have you been? Business seems to be booming, congratulations! We do have a problem though, I'm afraid..." Kaya trailed off, frowning as she did. She let a few quiet moments pass before speaking again, solely for dramatic effect. "Mist and Shadows here is a non-believer of uwu. Can you believe it? He has the perfect name for it too... he could have been Mist and Shaduwus, if only he'd give in to the uwurge!" Kaya could go on and on spewing -- or spuwuing -- uwu puns, but she decided to bite her tongue to let Nuwut Newt judge the situation for himself as she jokingly threw Mist a death glare.