Also known as the Triple S Club, had finally been spot-checked from top to bottom.

Grimaldo carefully combes through his list. "Glasses polished, check. Stage prepped, check. Vip booths stocked with ice and a large pile of cocaine, check."

Giving a smirk and a chuckle to himself, Grimaldo turns to the barkeep."Markado, I think today might just go off without a hitch. I still have a few invites to send out but besides that..."

Grimaldo turns back to the list. "Catering is setting up the buffet in the corner. Dealers have arrived at the poker tables in back. Band is just finished setting up on stage, Red carpet is rolled out and the doves are ready to be released, once we cut the ribbon.

Make sure you stay on the staff. I don't want a single glass dry, whiskey's on the house for the first six hours. First impressions are important and we want to make a good one."

Markado gives a slight jump at the word "free" and quickly turns toward Grimaldo.

"Sir, you can't be serious. Six hours? That's madne...."

Before the barkeep can even finish his sentence, Grimaldo gingerly puts his hand up and stops him. "The whiskey stills have been running non-stop for the past couple months and for the price we're getting mash. We can pocket the cost and show people we have some of the best damn whiskey this side of town. Word of mouth is our greatest form of advertisement. Hell, it's our only form right now."

With that said, he heads over towards the door and takes to the sidewalk. With a loud and booming voice, he beacons the people. "Come one, come all! To one of the hottest spots in town! The Sword and Shield Social Club! Grand opening today!"

As the words poured out from his mouth, the people poured in from the streets, and in a matter of moments a decent size crowd had gathered. "Firstly, I'd just like to take a second and thank you all for being here with us today. It means the world to us that you could make it out.

Hopefully this will be the first of many grand openings in the great state of Detroit and we look forward to serving the community in the oncoming future. All i ask is that you enjoy yourself and keep the ruckus to a minimum.

Now i believe I've kept you long enough and I hope you folks are thirsty. Because our signature whiskey is on the house for the first SIX HOURS!! So, without further ado. I present to you...

The Sword and Shield Social Club!!!"

Grimaldo points towards the two hulking doormen who uncover a couple wicker baskets. Doves fly into the air as he uses a pair of comically large, gold scissors to cut the red ribbon. "Let the fun begin!

Freyja had just flown in from Las Vegas dropping the kid off to Callum's  residence as Don Rodriguez was hot on her tail to locate his daughter, the six hour flight wasn't as deathly as the twelve hour flight she previously took every second day, receiving an invite in her pigeon hole from her dear friend Grimaldo  of his new establishment. Deciding to stop into the HQ to de-suit herself and wear something more casual.

The taxi ride over was quiet just the way she liked it, small talk was the bane of her existence, hoping she wasn't under dressed in her dark denim jeans, horse riding boots, purple sleeveless blouse and her leather jacket, she needed a night to just melt into nothing forgetting her daily tasks at hand, with the recent set up in Bricktown with CLO ensuring everything was falling into place perfectly.

The taxi slowed to curb of the Sword and Shield Social Club, unsure who would be present with the grand opening, pushing the taxi door open slinking out of the back seat with a twenty dollar bill in hand she handed it to the aged gent giving him a curt nod as she closed the door behind her "Pick me up in four hours please... on the dot and I'll just give you and extra hundred, though I may need a hand outta here... I'm expecting to be in a blissful state of intoxication..."  flashing him a megawatt smile as she peered through the front passengers window tapping the taxi indicating for him to leave, turning on her heel as made way inside.

Admiring the finer details, Grimaldo never ceased to impress her with his attention to detail, while simple in parts the end result was perfect...standing at the front entry noticing a steady flow of people entering, Markado gave her a polite smile as he approached her.

"table for one or two...Miss...?" 

"Freyja, two should someone catch word of me being here...Thank you..."  her eye's drifted to his name tag "Markado, Is Grimaldo here by chance?"

Grimaldo was having the time of his life, drink, after drink. Shaking babys and kissing hands, as the grand opening was well under way. As he meandered around the room making idle conversation, he couldn't help but notice his good friend Freyja. Quickly he rushes over, with an excited smile on his face.

"Freyja! Long time no-see! I'm glad to see you could make it out to the party. Markado, get us a vip booth set up. Champagne on ice and a bottle of whiskey. Oh, and some of those little bread sticks I like. 

So, Freyja, how's life been treating ya' over in Corktown?"

Unable to withhold a chuckle as she saw Grimaldo rush over noticing his Cheshire smile as he spoked excitedly, giving Markado a nod as the pair retreated to the VIP booth, taking a seat tossing her fedora and jacket  beside her as she slinked in. It was good to be around Grim once more, his business seemed to be booming.

"Corktown is comin' along nicely, Jus' waitin on some construction to happen, got an eye on a old building n' turn it into an armory shop though I'm not sure how the fed's would feel about that being open here... or a Automotive modification shop, your thoughts Grimaldo?"

Rather quickly Markado with a megawatt smile proceeded towards the booth with a waitress with their order, placing it on the table before them.

"Oh Markado, I'm expecting a guest to join me... by the name of RufusVolpe, could you flag him my way please?"

Rufus departed the cab and patted down the creases in his grey suit. As he pushed past the door, his new shoes squeaked against the floor and he momentarily winced. Thankfully the sound was drowned out by the chaotic sounds of patrons frolicking about in the club. 

Steely eyes darted about checking for threats and head to consciously remind himself not to worry about threats like he previously did on the job. Following a brief introduction he was spirited away past the plebs to a cordoned off area. It seemed like his handler...his contact, another lapse into old habits, held a position of considerable influence.

As he reached the VIP booth, he thanked his escort with a subtle tip of his hat, before sliding into an empty seat across from the woman. "Hiya Stranger." A rare smile that reached his eyes. "Quite the spot for a first date. I feel under dressed." Gaze brushing past the throng of people in the club, lingered on her momentarily. An eyebrow cocked in amusement, "Business must be good."

While Kara was visiting Detroit she came across a place that had a lot of fanfare going on outside. 

She just couldnt resist but to check it out. After she watched the comically large gold scissors cut the ribbon, Kara decided to go in and check the place out.

She orders a drink and chills out in the corner with a table to herself thinking maybe Falista, Sinister and Flowah would like to come here. its pretty decent.

While waiting for her flight to take off Selena and her guards walk the streets of Detroit.She comes across a place called The Sword and Shield Social Club and it intrigued her as she walked in she walks on over to the bar area and ordred herself a drink. She talked about the decor and how lovely it was..

"Lovely decor I see." She told Carmilla and Vlad .As she took a sip from her glass..

With a tumbler in hand filled of smooth whiskey, taking a sip studying the flavour slightly smoke, intrigued by the after taste, swirling it around till the voice that sounded familiar caught her interest "Hey Stranger" lifting her head slightly towards the voice,  a warm smile played on her ruby lips as she gestured him to sit, rolling her eyes humoured toward the comment of being their first date. 

"Nice grey suite, tailored perfectly..." resting her tumbler down on the table, eyeing Rufus head to toe, a smirk played on her lips as she smoothed her purple blouse " If anything I maybe the one under dressed" gesturing her denim attire and horse riding boots she often wore when escaping to the country side to check in on her drug front property hidden amongst some rural properties, adjusting her focus to patrons around the room, taking into consideration where the bodyguards were located within the establishment.

"Please sit RufusVolpe, we can let our hair down enjoy a few beverages while bantering about how we stumbles into this life, the good, the bad and the ugly of what we have endured thus far and I'll gauge what type of jobs you are after.... how does that sound?"

"Feels much better than the orange jumpsuits I'd grown used to." He responded with a dry chuckle. Gesturing to a nearby waiter he asked for a black coffee.

Leaning his shoulders back, Rufus relaxed against the comforting embrace of the chair. A stray fingernail began scratching his crimson beard as he looked on pensively, contemplating just how forthcoming he could risk being.

"I must admit I am intrigued by your story. Can't help but wonder how you wound up involved in the seedy underbelly of this city, and more importantly what secrets hide behind those stunning eyes." The ghost of a smile appeared on his lips as his eyes locked on hers.

Resting a hand on the table, he drummed his fingertips against the mahogany surface indifferently. "As for my own contributions, you could say my expertise lies in deception and discretion. In the Black Chamber, I was what could be considered, A Fixer. In my jurisdiction lay any problems that could not be solved with violence and instead required a delicate touch."

He'd managed not to lie so far, even if he had been omitting certain parts of the truth. As the waiter dropped off his coffee, Rufus wondered if that would be enough.

Markado, had his hands quiet full with the grand opening and honestly, he couldn't be happier. Hospitality was his passion and large crowds brought out the best in him. His slick back pompadour and popped collar, bounce as he gracefully glides from table to table, booth to booth. Finally making his way over to the bar and coming across Selena.

"Hello there madame. Welcome to the Triple S Club. We're extremely happy to have you here with us tonight. I'm Markado, If you need anything whatsoever, do not hesitate to ask. I see you are already enjoying a drink but if you'd like a bite to eat, we have a complimentary buffet in the back. If there's something else you'd like that's not included in the buffet. We can have our in house kitchen staff, find and prepare it for you. Once again, just wave down any of the staff and we'll be to you with haste."

Grimaldo, settled into the comfy leather booth seat and set his fedora down on the table. Letting out a sigh of relief to be around his good friends on such a momentous occasion. After all, he was laying the groundwork for his criminal empire. With the topic of business on mind, Freyja spoke of her future prospects, that sparked Grimaldo's imagination. 

"An Armory shop you say?"

The words roll off his tongue in an almost child like voice, as the man struggles to contain the excitement on his face. 

"That's one of the only good things about movin' to this shit hole they call the states. They love guns, and i mean they LOVE guns. For the most part, you could sell almost everything straight outta' the store front. For all saints sake, just keep the big fireworks in the back room.

"And for the cops. Most of the cops now day, in this district, are bought and paid for anyways. Hell, it'd be easier to name which ones we didn't own, than the ones we did."

After letting out a chuckle, he chases back the whiskey in his glass and pours another double into the tumbler. Just as Markado begins to return with RufusVolpe behind him, joining at the table. Allowing Freyja and the man to banter a bit Grimaldo, takes the chance to step in. 

"Good to see you could make it out to the grand opening. Name's Grimaldo."

     Slowly MidpoinT comes to a stop on a corner in the city of Detroit. Slowly he pulls his hands out his pockets and raises them to his faces and starts smacking a hand on each of his face cheeks. "Not butt cheeks." Mid slurs out and laughs to himself like the special person he knows he is meant to be. Taking a deep breath Mid exhales as he pulls a cigarette out his pocket. It's bent to shit but, at least it isn't broke. After digging through his count pockets for a few min cigarette dangling from his mouth yet, in the middle it veers to the left. Which makes him chuckles as he goes cross eyed looking at it. 

      "Come on where are ya fuckers hiding, Got ya bitch." Mid mutters to himself as he finally lights a match to spark his cigarette. Looking around slowly he notices a familar place he had just been talking with Grimaldo about keeping hookers safe from the heat Middie carries around daily in his pants. 

     "It all makes sense now! He was just looking out and protect the innocent hookers while trying to promote his businesss. What else could this 'Sword and Shield Social Club' be?" Feeling happy and he was gonna look out for his homie, MidpoinT heads straight into the social club to find Grimaldo. As he enters he takes notice of what a fancy non-profit organization this must be. Slowly sitting in one of the booths Mid gets comfortable as he touches the booths seat. 

      "Holy hell, I think this is real leather not just pleather. What the fuck is going on in this place. I think a meal here costs almost double the amount I pay for a meal shared with a hooker." Confused Mid just looks around hoping to spot Grimaldo to get this curious case resolved. 

Sammy loved a good drink and that was common knowledge, so when it was the birthday of one of his most precious bodyguards he decided to take him out for a night on the town. Gathering up a few of his most loyal companions, he rented out a VIP booth at The Sword and Shield Social club, tipped a server $100 dollars and informed her to "Keep the drinks flowing."

It didn't take long after flashing some cash for a few fine looking 'socialites' came and joined the men at the table. Sammy preferred not to associate with ladies of their stature, but decided the boys would probably enjoy the company so he made sure the bottles kept popping, and the money kept flowing to keep the women interested.

Eventually, the party had to come to an end as it approached last call. Sammy called a limo, and took everyone who wanted to come back to a hotel for the night. He slept alone, in his own room, ready to get some shut eye.

After doing business, Genesis exits the hotel and heads home. He then thought about a place he saw along his travels. He decides to stop in for a drink or two. He arrives at Grimaldo's place and heads for the entrance. He enters to bar and  makes his way for the the counter.

He found the nearest table and plopped himself down. He grabs a menu and starts to read. The bartender approaches him and asks for his order.

"Can I get a glass of your best bourbon, please?"

The bartender wrote his order down and heads for the liquor cabinet and gets out a bottle of bourbon. They grab a clean glass and pour the drink. They head for Genesis and hands him his drink. Genesis  tips the bartender and takes a drink

This is Corianin_Nedeal's first visit to Detriot, it seems to be a great city with a lot of wonderful sites to see.  However while here for business for her boss, she has gotten quite thirsty and is wanting to sit down for a while and relax. She found her way to a place call The Sword and Shield Social Club.  Upon entering she notices the 2 large guys at the door, and nods and heads over to the bar and takes a seat.  After a couple of minutes the barkeep brings her a menu, looking through she notices a few interesting drinks and of course some of the regulars. She decides she will keep it simple today. As the bar keep makes his way back over, she says "I would like to order a shot of vodka"  As she is waiting for her order she looks around to see who is all is at the club today. 

After doing business, Genesis exits the hotel and heads home. He then thought about a place he saw along his travels. He decides to stop in for a drink or two. He arrives at The Sword and Shield  and heads for the entrance. He enters to bar and  makes his way for the the counter.

He found the nearest table and plopped himself down. He grabs a menu and starts to read. The bartender approaches him and asks for his order.

"Can I get a glass of your best bourbon, please?"

The bartender wrote his order down and heads for the liquor cabinet and gets out a bottle of bourbon. They grab a clean glass and pour the drink. They head for Genesis and hands him his drink. Genesis  tips the bartender and takes a drink