Nick walked into the place that was owned by the big man, looking around, it was as he thought it would be. Making his way to a table he removed his hat and coat, draping the coat over his chair he had a seat.

He was approached by someone and he ordered a whiskey. Reaching into his vest he removed a cigar and matches.

Sitting back, he blew out a wispy streak of smoke. It had been a long day and he enjoyed a good cigar and a even better drink.

He let out a long steady breath and let the weight of the day melt of his shoulders.

Aleks arrived to Detroit for a certain meeting about local business. He had some time to look around the city and try its delicious foods. He saw Joyner's and decided to take a look. He entered the spot and took a seat. Took off his hat and coat and placed them next to his chair. A waitress approached his table with menu card and gave it to him. Aleks thanked her and took a look at the menu. He wasnt really hungry so he ordered a glass of beer and bowl of salted peanuts. Waitress nodded and excused herself. While waiting for his drink, Aleks pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lighted one up. Detroit was a beautiful city, windy thou. He hasnt been here for a long time and it was good to be back. Waitress lady arrived back and brought his drink and peanuts. Aleks thanked her kindly and gave her a little tip. She thanked him back and excused herself again to carry on with her job. Aleks sat there for about an hour and enjoyed his drink. It felt good. When he finally finished it, he paid for everything and walked back outside. It was time to attend the meeting soon.

The Goose wandered into Joyners, his father had told him about this place, but his father had been a biped and not a glorious avian so he was unsure what his welcome would be like

'HONK HOOOOOOOONK, WADDLE RUN IN CIRCLE, FLAP WINGS FURIOUSLY, HONK FLAP HOOOONK

(Do you have a nice glass of sherry?)

Time moved and the days were starting to get longer, with the sun keeping her company as she wandered the streets of Detroit looking for a place to grab a bite to eat, listen to people talk and just sit after an exhausting day of running crimes. Stopping in front of the building that towered impressively above the others around it she pushed the door open and waited for one of the staff to see her. "Table for one, please." she requested before following the man to a free table. As she sat she requested a coffee, and then took the offered menu and opened it. 

The Goose waddle runs into Joyners, his father had told him a lot abouti it and it's eclectic clientele

'Honk, honk honk, peck, flap peck peck honk flap honk Georgette, Honk flap waddle walk'

can i get something that won't make me speed shit all over the place? beer maybe.  how you doing Georgette?'

Laughing she gestured to the seat across from her, "Do geese use chairs?" she asked, watching Angry_Goose curiously, wondering how he was going to manage to get up there. "It is good to see you, my fine feathered friend." 

Olivia was bored. She had played in the park, she had played on the piano and now she was bored. She knew Mister Lucas had a business in Detroit, and although he didn't visit it very often, she thought it might be fun to go see what it was like running a place. So she had Mr. Rodgers take her there, and after charming her way in by being herself with the staff she had managed to get some old crates lined up behind the bar so she could stand and see those siting there, ready to talk to them, tell them the bestest of jokes and give them as many cherries as they wanted. 

Mister Rodgers was behind the bar with her too, since she had no idea what she was doing, but she had told him to help himself to whatever he wanted, knowing Mister Lucas would not complain one bit about it, because if he did she'd be sad. She had made herself a Shirley Temple, having that one recipe down pat, and added enough cherries that the soda started to overspill onto the bar. Taking a sip from the side of the glass quickly, she didn't notice the door opening. 

Dihajh needing to wind down after a busy weekend after making his own family decided that he should pay some respect to Joyners as they helped him grow.

As he opened the door he looked in and saw Olivia stood behind the bar, looking a lot taller than usual, with that he walked over to the bar

"Hello Olivia, when did you get a job here? Can I have a drink of whatever you think I would like please?!"

Knowing full well that it would be something with cranberries in and taste fruity he thought he'd risk whatever came back across the table. While Olivia started to make a drink he sat down on the stool next to the bar and awaited for some kind of alcoholic drink to come acros the bar.

"Mistaaa Dean!" she said in her usual volume and pitch, waving her arms wildly as he approached. She nodded her head and grabbed a glass, quickly adding a variety of things, mainly soda, cherry juice, and a lot of cherries. She even made sure to add a few cubes of ice to it. She smiled widely at Mr. Dean before gingerly walking over to Mister Rodgers and motioning him down to her level. She whispered in his ear and then handed the glass over. 

Mr. Rodgers turned around with the glass and there was a sound of clinking glasses, and the large southern man muttering to himself before a sound of happiness came from him, causing Olivia to blink in surprise. It was the first time she'd heard that noise. She tried to hide her surprise when Mr. Rodger turned around and handed the glass to her, "Here you go, little lady." Rodgers said as he passed it over. "Now, no trying it yourself!" he warned her, his eyes narrowing slightly as he saw her pull back from the journey her face was making towards the straw. 

With a bit of a huff, Olivia turned and carefully walked back to Dean across the crates. The glass was very full and some splashed over the edges and down her fingers holding the tumbler. But she watched the glass closely hoping to have more than half left in the glass by the time she reached her first patron. She set the glass down and excitedly threw her arms out, "Ta Daaa!" she said loudly. 

Sneaking a glance at Mr. Rodgers she waited until he wasn't paying close attention and licked the drink that had spilled off her hand, making a face of disgust. Adults had terrible taste, honestly. Grabbing a towel she wiped off her hands, still making a face over the taste of the drink. "I hope you like it, Mister Dean!" she said to her friend and caretaker. "Its called a Shawn Temple." she told him with a grin. 

As the drink touch the table he could see that some was dripping down the side of the glass, "Thank you very much! Did you make this yourself or did Mr Rodgers help?"  He then proceeded to take a sip of his drink, It actually didn't taste too bad, although it was very sugary. "A Shawn Temple, what does this drink have inside of it? I can see all of the cherries inside"

He placed his drink back onto the table and wiped his hand with a tissue as the outside of the glass was still sticky and wet from Olivia's delivery service. he had a look around to take in the views of the bar and see how similar it was to the Chicago based Joyner's Bar which he was a regular. He glazes over and noticed that this bar seemed to be a little bit smaller than his home towns.

"Olivia, who gave you permission to make drinks was it MR Lucas? or are you making up your own rules like when we were in Philadelphia?"

"Oh Mister Rodgers helped with the adult part," she said before shoving a few cherries in her mouth to get the taste of whatever adult liquid had been added to the drink. With her mouth full she said, "But its a Shirley Temple," to Mister Dean, "But with adult stuff so ya know, you can be all manly and moody or whatever." she waved a hand, she didn't much get adults. But they had drinks and got kinda quiet and sad, or sometimes angry. Being an adult looked super lame, and from what she had, didn't taste very nice either. "But if its not good I can get you a regular Shirley Temple, you know those are the bestest drinks ever, ya?" she said to him. 

Dihajh Nodded at Olivia while she was talking "I'm Glad Mister Rodgers helped with the adult parts! Wouldn't want you getting mixed up in that stuff just yet" he said relieved that a child hasn't yet turned to alcohol. "This drink is perfect! although if you wanted to make me a regular one the same as yours i'll try that one, you know just to make sure that they are as you say the bestest drinks ever" with that he took another sip of his drink.

Joyner hadn't been in Detroit in a while but he had a job to do there. Flying to Detroit the first order of business was to go to his place to make sure it was running well. As he walked in he noticed that it was empty and filthy. Joyner hired some cleaners to come in and revamp the place. As he did, he decided to promote a re-opening of his business.

"Re-Welcome to Joyners! Baby!!!"

The night was lively unlike what you would normally expect on a Wednesday in Detroit. The city's skyline was lit, the crowds were packed, and vibes were good. All perfect conditions for crime festivities yet McCreary was fixated on self indulgent drinking instead. He had arrived to Joyner's less than twenty minutes ago and was already on his third shot of Jack. "Alright buddy, I think you've had enough" The bartender said firmly. Emilio, one of McCreary's personal bodyguard, arrived to escort him back to the penthouse he was staying. 

There was one place the squirrel god always went to when he visited Motortown, and that was Joyners.

He had hoped to see his favourite biped, Grace here but alas, it appeared she was elsewhere

'I would like a flagon of my usual please, in fact fuck it, i'm hopped up on brownies and caffeine, bring me the whole barrrel'