Killshot walks into Roma's instantly impressed "Man definitely uncle Petes place. he says to himself. he seats himself along wiht Striker and Panther. they start discussing business nad growing crew business.

Panther gets the steak Striker had the pork chops and Killshot experienced a brisket for the first time in his life

Sonny walked in to Roma's Cafe and sat at a table alone, when the waitress walked over she took his order.  Sonny ordered a cheeseburger , fries and a soft drink.  Sonny lit a cigarette and then started thinking about his life.   He wanted to be like his father and grandfather.    Sonny returned to reality when he heard a few locals laughing at a nearby table.  Sonny's food arrived and he was excited and went to the hot fries.  He needed the soda to cool his mouth from the heat that was starting to burn the roof of his mouth.  Then he took a bite of his cheeseburg as his fries started to cool down.  

Smigly walks around the war torn streets of Detroit. Stopping occasionally to drop money in to the cups of people crowding the streets, Smigly lifts his cap, wipes the sweat from his brow and wonders if there is anything more he can do than just drop pocket change in to the countless cups and caps he sees in front of people. Smiling and turning his head to the right slightly, Smigly remembers about this cafe that got rave reviews. Perhaps with a full stomach, things will look less bleak for these homeless people.

Happy with himself, Smigly takes purposeful strides, turning into a job, to turn the corner and see Roma's Cafe. The smile from Smiglys face disappearing as he gets closer and noticing there was a smashed window, chipped paint everywhere and no lights on in the interior. Sulking outside the front door, Smigly waits to see if the owner will return and open the cafe again.

Owning a saloon during Prohibition was an arduous task. It wasn't like vendors were popping around every corner, so Dawson had to look for them. That was the reason that brought him to Detroit, he had contacted a local Distiller for a business meeting. The man was known as Vance and the venue he chose was a place called Roma's Cafe.

Dawson got out of the cab in front of the place. It looked like too fancy a venue for his type, even though he was decently dressed for the meeting. He entered and walked quickly to one of the few tables he saw empty. The place was full and he questioned if it was a good choice. It was Vance's choice, anyway.

He lit a cigarette and startled a waitress with a gesture. Now all he had to do was wait for the man.

Sonny finally finished his food and drink.  He notice people coming and going and continued to sit there relaxing.  He watched as two of his guys walked in and sat at his table.  Funzi and Carmine were friends of his since the first grade.  They now worked for Sonny and they understood what was required and position.  Sonny told them that going forward they needed to be at his side more and handling his day to day tasking.  

It wasn't long before Dawson could see Vance's fat figure walking through the door. He was a man impossible to mistake. Fat, very pale, rosy cheeks and a very, very black, thick mustache covering his mouth. Dawson thought for a moment that he himself was a difficult man to mistake as well, as Vance quickly identified him.

They both greeted each other and Vance sat down. The waitress returned and this time they ordered drinks. They made small talk before actually talking about business. Vance had a line of distribution of his own whiskey and Dawson was very interested. Dawson would be one of Vance's first out-of-state customers, and his collaboration would be crucial to the success of the operation.

A few drinks later, they both shook hands and left the place. They had reached a great deal.

A quick stop before his next flight and CB was famished. This place was a special delight in that there was not a chicken dish to be had on the menu. Ushered to a table and sat with his back the wall, rubbing his spicey wings together in anticipation of his order. 

Upon the waiters arrival Chickenboi crowed, "I will have a steak, rare and an order of lamb chops, medium. I'd also like a beer, in fact, keep them coming". He was well parched and the streets of Detroit had worn him thin. On several occasions he was kicked and another someone tried to dip them dirty mitts into his feathers and felt him up. It was quite the strange experience and he would be glad to board the plane this evening to get the pluck out of dodge. 

Sonny was back in Detroit for a quick stop.   He walked into Roma's Cafe for a danish and a cup of java.   He was sitting at a table with Sammy.  Sammy was eating a slice and drinking a beer.  They were talking about what they needed to do when they returned home to New York.  Sonny had a few friends in Detroit but knew they were busy.  

"I'd like two slices of pizza with chicken, beef bacon, and mushrooms. Make sure to add extra cheese! Oh and a soda as well."

Hera sat at one of the vacant tables in the cafe and waited for her order. Once it arrived she ate the pizza, paid the bill and left for work.

It was earlier in the morning than Pietro had liked to be awake, he was not exactly your morning riser, but today after getting extremely hammered the night before, well he always did that, but he was up earlier than usual and to offset the balance he was going to get himself a coffee.

a few blocks from home, Roma Cafe was just the place to pickup a cup of joe. Pushing the door open, he entered to the jingling sound of the bell overhead, it brought the attention of the person behind the counter who greeted him inside with a smile.

"Just a cup of coffee for me, extra cream and sugar"

Pietro blurted our as he walked to the counter and fumbles around in his pocket for money before handing it to the lady and taking his drink. The first sip burned his mouth but the second he couldn't feel as his mouth was already so hot.

"As, just what I needed."

Sal walked in with Sammy and Vincent they ordered pasta and meatballs with garlic bread and red wine.  They sat a table laughing and dreaming about making it big.  Sal wanted the best for them all as he enjoyed hanging with his childhood friends.   They ate their dinner and talked about sports and the old days as they were breaking balls.  

It had been quite the long night, her head still pounding from the previous evening. It’s not often that she drank and it’s not often she drank as much as she did. Why she was up as early as she was, well she could thank her brother for that. He was always capable of functioning after a night of drinking, just add a cup of coffee and he was good to go. Which was where he was headed, announcing it loudly as she tried to sleep off the headache. 

“Roma’s Cafe, cup of coffee… come on lil sis!” Are the words that reiterated in her head. 

He had left without her, the mumbling from her after he spoke, was enough for him to write her off. He left… she tried to go back to sleep but this wasn’t the case. Now the want for coffee played the forerunner. With a huff, a puff and a sigh. Santina mustered uo enough energy to get out of bed, taking a few moments to right herself. Tossing on a pair of shoes, she slowly made her way to the cafe. Squinting the entire way, even with the hat on her head blocking a majority of the sun. 

As she made her way into the cafe, with squinted eyes she caught a glimpse of Pietro holding what looked like a fresh cup of coffee. Without a bit of hesitation, she walked over to him, snatched the cup from his hand and took a swig. 

Wasn’t what he was expecting in the slightest, which was evident from the balled up fist the moment of the snatch. Luckily for her sake he looked before he acted, otherwise she would have resumed sleep… on the cafe floor. 

He asked the driver to take him to the Business District and after a couple hrs of traffic and drive he reached the city. The driver wasn't sure where he wanted to be dropped, so dropped him infront of a prominent Cafe.

Skad paid the driver and got off and made his way into the Cafe. He was hoping to get some details of stay and accomodation. 

He walked in and spoke to the lady at the Cafe and ordered some food to eat. He asked for a Dinner plate with Stew, Pork Chops and some fries to go with it. The lady obliged and took his money and asked him to be seated.

Skad took a corner seat and waited for the food to arrive, after the food arrived he kindly asked the waitress if she knew any good places he can rest for the night. She recommended him the Cadillac Apartments and Skad said "Well I don't have the funds to buy one at this stage, was hoping more like a hotel stay"

The waitress wasn't sure and apologised and went her way.

Skad finished eating as he was famished from his trip and had only one meal. He made his way out and decided to take a walk and hoped he'd find something suitable to stay for the night.

Sal and the guys sat outside eating there lunch and talking about family business.  Sal was now a wiseguy and one day he would have his button.  Sal needed to work a little fast as the money was rolling in from the east coast and from chicago.  Sal was now going to set up a few operations out on the west coast.  He needed to touch coast to coast.  

The waitress brought their food and drinks out.  Sammy paid the bill and gave the young woman a tip that made her eyes light-up.  Vincent wanted to go with Sal out to Vegas and LA while Sammy and Carlos made the collections on the east coast and Chicago.  Sal agreed as he told them he would be taking the train and connecting with a few old friends Wisphers and Vinny.   

Heading down a long busy street in Corktown, Lust looked for a place she could relax for an hour or so while she had time to kill. Her dark eyes scanned over all the nearby businesses, to which one called "Roma's Café" caught her eye. The quietness of the place seemed to be exactly what she needed, in fact nobody seemed present at this time. 

Making her way into the building, her eyes scanned the area for any sign of movement, though all she heard was plates from the back kitchen upon her entrance. Heading over to the counter, she leaned over slightly to get the barista's attention. They hurried over once they saw a customer and Lust gave them a small smile. "Just a tea please. I'll be sat right over there." she said, turning over her shoulder to point to a window seat and table. She placed the money on the counter plus a tip before propping her handbag a little more over her shoulder.  The barista hurried to get her order in.

She walked over to her table before taking a seat, her hues scanning the outside as people walked past. Sitting back into her chair and placing her handbag over the back of the chair, she let out a soft sigh as she began to relax for the day.

Quadir returned to Detroit to meet with a dealer on the east side of the city.  He came to Roma's Cafe because thats where the man he needed to meet wanted.  The Detroit combination controlled the west side and the surrounding communities and cities.   This connect was introduced to Quadir by Bumpy just before he passed away.  Quadir looked at the old man as his son handed Quadir's guy to suit cases.   The kid said it was all there and Day-Day took them to the car.   The old man asked why didnt he count it.  

Quadir explained that we need to establish trust and respect, I took the suitcases out of respect for who you are and I knew Bumpy well and he never liked men who were not true to there word.  Besides if it wasnt all there the product will be lighten by the amount not in those cases.  The men shook hands as the three of them finished their coffee and pastries.  

The morning was quite cold as Pietro made his walk down to his business, he liked to walk and take in the sights while he cleared his mind but it was honestly getting way too cold to be walking to work, I mean, he had a car and someone to drive him.. wasn't like he needed to drive himself.. blowing some warmth into his hands and rubbing them together, he let off a slight groan before pulling up the scuffs of his jacket and crossing the street.On the corner was the Roma Cafe, a normal place he passed by on his walk and usually paid it no mind, as he really wasn't the coffee kind of person.

His eyes scanned inside the place now as he walked passed the large open windows, his eyes catching someone familiar.. he grinned as he stopped in his tracks and turned around to head back through the front door of the place, causing the front door to jingle a bell as he entered.

"Welcome in sir!"

Pietro paid the employee no mind as he quickly walked over to the booth his eyes were fixated on, his hand gripping the woman on the shoulder with a squeeze, causing her to immediately turn and smack his hand away as his eyes met hers, he chuckled and sat down across from her, his eyes looking her up and down, causing him to grin again and speak..

"Fancy running into you here Lust .. You come here often? I've never seen you here before and I walk past this place every morning."

It had been a long day and NAK was after some much needed sustenance .  Approaching the counter he smelled a great variety of aromas, each one almost tickling a taste-bud, allowing it to dance in it's salivating splendor.  A stew, hopefully like the old country, seemed very much in order on what was becoming an increasing dark and wet night.

Sat down with his meal he devoured it, savouring the flavour and the warmth given by the hot stew.

"The food is great, but this city is missing something... hold my bear."

Quadir walked in with Keith and Vic he was escorted to a table and handed a menu.  After glancing at the menu then handed it back to her he ordered the pot roast with mashed potato's and homestyle gravy with broccoli and a glass of the house white wine.  Vic ordered ribs fries with boston bake beans and a glass of beer.  Keith ordered the porter house with steak fries and broccoli and a glass of beer.  

The waitress took the menus and walked away then Quad leaned back in his chair and pulledout apack of chewing gum and took one and offered the guy's a stick of gum.  They thanked him and each took a piece and then they started up again with the small talk from the car.  They talked College football and the Michigan and Ohio state game.  Quad put money on Michigan and failed to go collect his winnings.  So after this meal that would be there next stop.

The waitress returned with help and they handed the menu their plates and drinks.  Then after asking if they needed anything else she walked away to a near by table to help that table.  Qadir like the tenderness of his roast it fell apart with the touch of his fork.  The gravy on the potato's was very good.  The house wine was smooth and sweet.