Gunther had a newfound position of influence in Detroit, and did not waste anytime to put it to good use. Gunther made arrangements for a massive old factory that had been overgrown and left in disarray for years to be torn down. His influence made the project run seamlessly. This eyesore had been a matter of debate within the city hall for a long time, but just like that Gunther made it disappear. He then acquired the deed for the land where it once stood. Deed in hand Gunther looked around the open lot, wearing a hard hat, and lit a cigarette. He was then approached by a team of engineers and contractors, and Gunther gave them his vision for the new structure that would fill this lot.

The structure would be a large concrete building, but it would not be an ordinary square building. It would have large angles all about, parts of the building would seemingly shoot out in random directions, coming to a point. As though the building was alive, trying to stretch out and grow. It was painted bright white, and at the base of the building were lights shooting up onto the building, the lights would change colors slowly.

As you drive up, the valet would greet you, take your keys, and go park your car. Once inside a hostess would greet you, take your coats or jackets and walk you to a booth. The interior was a massive circle, a long bar stretching along the north wall, then booths with red leather benches and glass tables with red table clothes created the next circle, then another circle of booths, but lower into the ground. This sinking continued until the large dance floor in the center with a small stage in the very center. On this stage life bands would play through the night for the guests entertainment. 

Once the hostess brought you to your booth, a menu would be present. The world class staff in the kitchen offered the best in cuisine from all around the world. They were so well supplied and exceedingly knowledgeable. That at the bottom of the menu it stated, "If you don't see what you're craving, what you long for here, simply ask. I'm sure we can accommodate you." The club was loud with music, but also intimate within the booths. They offered privacy as each row sunk into the ground. You could enjoy your dinner, enjoy a private conversation, have drinks, get up and walk down to the dancefloor, and enjoy the live music of some of the best talent in the country. 

There was one final element that this place had, which was the reason for it's name, 'Distant Memories'. The large sections of structure that stretched out into the surrounding areas, had ladders leading into them. Once inside these sections of structure, there were permanent markers all around. The intent was for any guest to be able to climb in, pick up a marker, and leave a memory behind forever to be seen. It could be a past memory, recent memory, or even a memory that just occurred inside the establishment. Gunther wanted anyone who came here, to feel that this place was somewhere they could go to simply unwind and enjoy life.

As she approached the interesting looking building that had seeming sprung up out of no where since her last visit, the Valet approached her asking if she had keys. She laughed, "Won't get me into one of those death traps." she told him before patting him on the shoulder and moving towards the door. Poor guy was hopeful for a tip, well she had a tip for him, WALK. She opened the door and stepped inside, letting out a low whistle, one of the nicer places in the city to be sure. Much fancier than she would normally hang her hat, but she still wanted to see what was around on offer here. 

As she was shown to her table she pulled her leather gloves off and tucked them in her coat pocket and removed her winter hat, shoving it away as well. Giving a smile to the woman who pulled out her chair for her, she removed her coat and draped it over the back before taking a seat. "Thank you," She murmured as they told her someone would be with her shortly. 

Gunther was sitting inside one of the caverns made by the spikes. He looked down to see that he had someone he'd not yet seen around here. He slowly made his way down the ladder, then walked to her table. He smiled at her and gave a slight bow.

"Good evening miss, thank you for coming to my place. I hope you like it."

He looked down towards the stage and raised an eyebrow. The band leader's eyes shot wide open, and he turned to the band. Within seconds some nice relaxing jazz began to fill the atmosphere. Gunther turned his attention back to the lady.

"My name is Gunther, may I ask your name?"

The music started to play and she found herself tapping her toe in time to the beat. As she opened the menu she knew what it was she wanted to drink, but food wise she wasn't sure. Was she feeling hungry enough for a full meal? Perhaps just a light lunch. She was reading over the items and their descriptions when the waiter arrived.

Only paying him half a mind, and barely hearing him over the sound of the band's crescendo towards the end of the song, she smiled and nodded her head in greeting, "Hello, I'll take a whiskey sour, Please." she glanced at the menu again, "And do you have any specials or recommendations? There's so much here I don't know where to start." her finger moved over the text and landed on the soup, "Does this come with bread?" she asked the waiter.

Gunther was unsure what to make of what he just saw. Did she, just ignore him completely? He scratched his head, looked at the waiter, who was well aware of what just happened. Gunther shook his head and motioned for the waiter to continue serving her. Gunther simply figured, perhaps she wished to dine undisturbed. 

If she wanted that she could have just said so. What a rude thing to do. He thought to himself as he began to walk away and back towards his highpoint. He figured, at least he tried. Nothing a nice glass of fine rum can't fix, he thought with a across his face.

She blinked as the man just walked away, he hadn't even written anything down! She put the menu down and got to her feet heading after him, "I'm sorry, but are you not going to take my order?" she asked him once she caught up, "If thats the case, I need to speak to the owner because that is unacceptable." Naturally, like breathing, she went from fun little Frankie to the debutant pain in the ass her parents had wanted her to be. 

He felt a hand touch his arm as the lady began to rant about taking an order, and needing to speak with a manager. Gunther swiftly turned and grabbed her by the chin, his fingers pressing the cheeks of her face together. He turned her head left, then right. 

"No.. there's nothing clogging those ears. Interesting."

He released her, she stumbled back from him slightly.

"He looked her in the eyes intensely. What did you not hear what I told you miss?"

She raised her hand to her jaw and stared at him defiantly, "The manners on you," She told the brute, "You asked what I wanted to drink and then fucked off without even taking my order!" she told him, "And now you're manhandling me like some thug and..." she thought quickly about what the man had actually said and she felt the blood drain from her face. "Oh, oh no." she said taking a step back, her decorum gone her mouth opening and closing like a fish as she struggled to find the words. Eventually she settled on something simple, "Fuck." 

Gunther took a step and leaned in closely to her face and in a low voice, slightly lower than the smooth jazz playing in the background, he spoke with a relaxed tone.

"I welcomed you into my establishment, stated that my name is Gunther, or as some call me... God Father Gunther. I then asked your name."

He leaned back and smiled.

"So miss, I would love to know the name of the woman standing before me right now..."

Her mind working in overtime she wondered if she could give him a fake name. "I.. Uh..." she looked around, her eyes wide and then swallowed hard. She looked up at him and gave a sheepish smile, "Let me be frank with you," she said nervously taking another slight step back before sticking out her hand to shake, "Hi, I'm Frankie." 

"Hello Frankie."

Gunther walked passed her back in the direction of her table, completely ignoring her handshake. 

"May I escort you back to your seat?"

He lifted an arm towards her table as to emphasize that his statement, was indeed a statement, and not a question. 

She had really stuck her foot in it this time, she hadn't decided if it was her mouth or a pile of shit but she resisted the urge to sigh dramatically and instead and turned to walk with the man. "I promise, I'm not deaf." she told him, "Just a bit scatter brained, and the music..." she trailed off, "Long story short, I'm an idiot." 

Gunny couldn't help but smile as she took her seat. He grinned from ear to ear as he spoke.

"Welcome to my place miss. I'm very glad you've chosen to stop by."

His voice clearly was resisting an urge to laugh at the situation.

"Now that we both know one another's names. I can skip that part. May I join you at your table miss?"

She took her seat and looked down at the table, her hands resting on top of it. She was a bit quiet for a while before she started shaking, to some it probably looked like sobs of fear, but eventually the laughter broke through, "Oh Gunther, stop with the polite act, grab a chair." she told him gesturing across from her. "What a mess that was." She said putting her head in her hands, "I'm sorry." she groaned, "What a way to introduce myself." She looked up, still smiling. "At least you won't forget me." she told him, gesturing again. "and please sit, its the least I can do." 

Gunther nodded and took the seat across from her. He laughed as well before speaking.

"I must say I was very concerned, and starting to wonder about you. Especially when you came after me yelling about placing an order."

He scratched the side of his face for a moment with a grin before continuing.

"In all honestly, I figured this lady was best case rude, worse case I'd have to make a phone call and have you committed. I'm glad it was a simple misunderstanding though."
 

She shook her head, "I mean a vacation does sound nice." she admitted, thinking about a padded cell for naps and a nice hug jacket so she'd never feel lonely. "But, I'm glad we got it cleared up." she said before looking around, "This place is unique," She told him, "And very new looking." 

Gunther waved over a waitress, once she arrived he smiled.

"Can you please bring me a glass of rum over ice please, and a whiskey sour for my guest? Thank you."

He turned his attention back to Frances. 

"Thanks a lot! I'm glad you said that, as it was the two things I was going for when I designed it."

The waitress quickly brought the drinks and sat them on the table. Gunther took his glass and smiled.

"A toast miss? I'll let you choose what for..."

She lifted her glass, and grinned. "A toast, to you not taking me out back and shooting me, and instead allowing me to ever so gracefully pull my foot out of my mouth." She then added, "And you know, your ever growing strength and success, yada yada," she waved her hand like so on and so on, not really sure what one toasts with a Godfather. "You know you're the first one I've met." she told him. 

His grinned from ear to ear as he lifted his glass and then took a sip. The cold rum went down smooth. A perk to owning such an establishment, never ending supply of excellent rum.

"A fine toast, thank you."

He raised an eyebrow.

"The first one you've met huh? Well, you should know..."

He looked around before continuing.

"All it means is that we're really old."

He flashed a wink and laughed.

"So are you hungry?"

She laughed at his joke, "Well then I guess Jack is due to get it soon, given the gray hairs that have started popping up since I met him." she leaned forward and winked, "Certainly not my fault, I assure you." she sat back and picked up the menu, "I am, actually. When I decided to play Russian roulette earlier, I hadn't decided if I wanted something light or something more." She flipped the page, "Although I'm not aware of any plans for later, so perhaps a big meal is due so I don't have to go out in the cold tonight." she looked at him, "What would you suggest?" she asked, gesturing to the menu. "I mean its your place, surely you're the one who knows the food in and out, aside from your chef."