Genesis lays on the floor as he awoke from a drunken daze and looked at the cracked wooden clock that hung high atop the bar. "Oh shit", he thought to himself. He sprinted up and began making preparations for his grand opening. It was his first business opportunity and he didn't want to fuck it up. He grabbed his cigarette pack from the table, took one out, and lit up to calm his nerves. He took a long drag and begin to tidy up the place.

12th Street Lounge was just your typical 'go to on a weekend evening to ease the troubles of real life' joint. I ain't gonna bullshit you and say it's some of a kind bar or whatever. The blueprint was pretty simplistic. A layout of tables and chairs make for the center of the dim lit room. The bar spanned across the back with portraits of the Detroit skyline filling the back wall. The choice of liquor is limitless. You ask for it, we most certainly will have it. He begin unboxing some goods and furnishings and places them in their correct space.

Genesis exited the back room and finished his cigarette, butting it into one of the ashtrays that lay on the counter and headed for the front door. He flipped the Closed sign to Open. He picked up a chair and grabbed the newspaper, kicked up his feet and began reading, awaiting a customer.

R-L_Stine had a long couple of days.    He doesn't venture far from his camp too often but today was different.   He had to get away by himself for a bit to clear his head.   

He decided to head down and check out the new lounge he heard had recently opened.     As he entered, he happily realized he wouldn't have too much company.   Just the owner Genesis_ seemed to be about, standing behind the bar cleaning up a bit.

"Hey there, nice place you have here.   Looks to be a nice addition to 12th street.    Give me a glass of the best bourbon you have when you have a chance."

R-L tossed some cash on the bar, sat down and lit a cigar. 

Giorgio had just gotten off the train from Philadelphia to Detroit. The ride was 9 hours long and he was sick and tired of sitting uncomfortably. On his way back from the train station, he saw a building with a little flashy sign outside that "12th Street lounge". He had some time to kill so he decided to pay it a visit.

It looked to be a smaller bar but with just enough tables to have some private conversations with anyone you may be drinking with. As he walked up to the barstool, he saw the man sitting next to him was none other than Godfather Stine. It was amazing that a man of such stature would come out to visit local places without a million bodyguards following them.

After he was done being starstruck, he looked up at a small menu in tiny writing. "Barkeep, can I get a glass of scotch?"

Genesis was just finishing helping a customer when Giorgio walked in. He sat down and read the menu. He ordered a scotch and Genesis got his drink ready. 

"Here is your scotch friend, enjoy!"

Cassette was a man of unique taste. For instance, he was a huge fan of the Arturo Fuente cigar. It was an ongoing trend to hate on the brand. Many customer found them to be rather boring and lacking in the quality compared to other Dominican brands. Though Cassette had contrary beliefs. Fuente was just right for his palate and the fact that he could enjoy them without someone wanting one from him made them all the more the best brand. He sat inside the 12th Street Lounge savoring his cigar and reading the morning paper, laughing at the comic section.