Many things are offered at Dungeon Tea Shop.

Mainly Tea but if you are a regular member you can head to the back for a little fun.

Make sure to buy plenty of Tea but in the back there is a casino, a strip club and maybe a little bit of drugs.

If you want to see the teashop come to West Third Street Corktown, DT 93799.

Having perambulated around the streets, perusing it's wares the tired Bounder finally found something he could get on board with.

Tea!

'My fine fellow, what a sight for sore eyes.

Now, do you have an Earl grey or a Darjeeling?  Either will do absolutely beautifully but if not, a good old fashioned English breakfast tea will suffice.

Now if you have one of those lovely fillies bring it to me with a buttered muffin (ding dong!) I shall be most appreciative

I Say!

Ah yes we do happen to have an Earl grey and i will bring you your Tea and your food in just a minute.

After making the tea and food he brought it to Utter_Bounder and said "Please enjoy your tea and food and if you like please come back any time and i will be willing to serve you." 

Walking down the sidewalk Alice noticed a new tea shop.  "Well Cheshire I am sure to find a new tea cup here." She spoke to the smile with no body floating about her shoulders.  She entered the shop and her senses were filled the soft fragrant aroma of warm tea.

Sitting down she scanned over the various teas offered and quickly realized as she looked around at the customer who preceded her that none of these tea cups would hold a fifth of whisky. None the less she was here and may as well drink a cup of tea of in honor of her friend the Mad Hatter. He loved tea parties. 

I'll just have a Jasmine tea. She smiled as the waiter went to retrieve her tea.

As he came back he gave AliceLiddel her tea and said "Would you like anything else or will that be it?" 

She picked up her tea cup smiling at the warmth of the porcelain cup. "No, that will be all thank you." She slipped TheMurderedJr a tip before he left to serve other customers.  Lifting the tea cup to her lips she inhaled deeply letting the floral scent soothe her.

Mark popped in for a cuppa in between sessions of tracking down and executing the bodyguards to the invaders. Their eyes were always glazed over, even before they were eliminated, almost like they were... inhuman. Mark didn't mind. It wasn't the weirdest thing he had seen recently. Although, it was starting to pull at him a little bit.

He hopped onto a stool at the counter and pulled out a newspaper. It was a touch hard to read with the gunshots going off every several minutes, but eventually he was able to make it through the comics well enough. He folded it up, and with a final sip of tea decided to get back to things. Upon stepped outside, he noticed a few of his own bodyguards had been shot at, with some of them carted off to the local hospital, with the hopes of a full recovery.

The brazen attacks by these invaders threatened the sanctity of the great city of Detroit. However, its people were resilient, and the normal street traffic was conducted without a second thought. The police didn't rule the city, the mafia did.