As Swarles' trips to Detroit had become more frequent, he decided it was time to set up shop. He needed a place to mingle with the locals and visitors alike, while doing one of his favorite activities... hittin' on drunk chicks. It's even easier when you've got 'home court advantage.' With MacLaren's Pub in New York starting to find its footing, Swarles wanted to start something from the ground up. 
 

Coming across a vacant laundromat, he decided this would be perfect. Renovating the storefront, adding a fake washer and dryer to hide the entrance, and classing up the lighting seemed like a perfect start to this cozy, hidden speakeasy. You'd have to know where to look or who to ask to gain entrance. The deception would keep the riff-raff out, but the well-connected would be rewarded with delicious cocktails.
 

With the bar stocked and manned, it was time to open up shop.
 

"Glad you could find us. I hope you enjoy our offerings."
 

~ Boozy Barney's ~
Specializing in Whiskey Cocktails

Scotch Cobbler
Scotch, Curacao, Brandy, Mint, Orange, Pineapple

Mint Julep
Bourbon, Mint, Sugar, Brandy, Lemon

Dry Manhattan
Whiskey, Vermouth, Angostura Bitters, Olive, Lemon Peel

Sweet Manhattan
Whiskey, Sweet Vermouth, Angostura Bitters, Maraschino Cherry, Lemon Peel

Rusty Nail
Scotch, Drambuie, Lemon

Old Fashioned
Angostura Bitters, Sugar, Bourbon, Lemon Peel, Maraschino Cherry

Whiskey Sour
Whiskey, Lemon Juice, Simple Syrup, Lemon Peel

Rob Roy
Scotch, Sweet Vermouth, Angostura Bitters, Maraschino Cherry

The young man walked into the freshly built bar, admiring the architecture as he lifted his fedora and scratched his head while looking around. He drank in the scenery with his eyes and then looks around to spot his goal. The top of a barstool. Wandering into the chair he takes a seat and begins to roll up a cigarette, waiting for the bartender to acknowledge him.

Vin put out his cig as he made his way into the bar. Looking around, didn't seem to be hoping too much. Placing his hat on the counter as he sat at the bar taking a quick look at the menu. Whisky sour is what he thought to himself. He looked around for the bartender to place his order. Noticing a person also waiting for the same he would assume. 

iSup noticed a man walk in, he seemed like he had connections by the way he was dressed. The way he handled himself, the way he was cognitive of his surroundings. As the man sat down he gave a nod. Adjusting his green bandana around his neck before tipping his cap to the man, he addressed him.

How you doin? 

Swarles walked into his cocktail bar, noticing two patrons and a visibly empty bar front. The confusion could clearly be seen on his face as he pondered the whereabouts of his mixologist. A problem for later, it was time to fill in and take care of the customers! 

"Welcome, gentlemen! I hope you haven't been stuck here waiting too long. I seem to have misplaced my mixologist, but no need to worry. I know how to make all the drinks! The name's Swarles, by the way. I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting yet. What can I get you two? The first round is on me for the delay, of course." 

He jumped behind the bar and awaited ISeaUPea and Vin's drink orders while checking the coolers below. 

Vin smirked at the owner. "Thank you pleasure to meet you, names Vin." Clearing his throat before continuing, "I'll take a whiskey on the rocks, please. You have a beautiful establishment here." Vin took a seat on the bar stool in front of him as he waited for Swarles to grab the drink. 

iSup adjusts his hat and lights a freshly rolled spliff, nodding and raising his spliff as a salute to the man behind the bar. 

Cheers to this man's whiskey, I'll take a well rum n' coke please, my good sir.

Swarles took a rocks glass from beneath the bar and poured in some ice. He turned around pacing along the wall of whiskey. Far too many for a quick decision, but he finally chose one. Pouring a stiff drink for Vin, he smiled and slid it across the bar. It would appear that iSup had stepped out for some additional recreational activities and would not be returning. Swarles poured himself a glass neat and offered a toast to Vin. 

"Thank you, Vin. I'm happy to get things started in Detroit. I can't wait to see where it takes me. Here’s to staying positive and testing negative!" Swarles says as he raises his glass. 

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Crash BANG!

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Knowing that there was supposed to be a hidden way to get into this fine establishment Middy couldn't help but wonder how the fuck the man sitting there speaking in tongues and jibberish made his way in. Hopefully it's just he had to much to drink or otherwise maybe it would be better to have him locked up in an asylum so he can get help. Possibly, it could be as easy as making him pass first grade english, who knows. 

"Fuck it, it does not matter that much to me. Just as long as he stays on otherside of the bar." Middy says while keeping his gaze focused on the clinically insane person making buzzing noises. Taking a seat he puts a few dollars up on the bar and tries to decide what he would want to try. All the drinks sound good, so it was hard to choose. 

"It all sounds to fucking fancy for what I usually drink. Wonder if they have just some basic straight up shots. Nah, I'll give one of the drinks a try at least." he says while letting the bartender know what he wants. It has to be the scotch cobbler, depending on what it tastes like he will make sure to have some amazing jokes to insult Cobb with later. That's just how it has to be.

Swarles had heard that a crowd was forming at Boozy Barney's and he decided to check it out. He arrived just in time to see FartBarf escorted from the bar. The man looked high on drugs and Swarles shook his head. Can't be having that in this elegant cocktail bar. 

"How's business, Wendy?" Swarles asked while taking a seat. 

"A bit slow. There was a fella by the name of Middy in here, but I think he took off shouting about revenge or vengeance. Something of that nature. You probably didn't want to catch him in that state," Wendy replied.

"Ahh... oh well. Maybe we'll drum up some business sooner or later. For now, let me have a Dry Manhattan. Thank you, Wendy."

Sonny walked in with Funzi and Carmine they took a seat at the bar, they all ordered whiskey looking around the place they began to relaz.  Sonny sitting in the middle of the two men who were his childhood friends and his security.  Sonny only hired people he grew up with around the neighborhood.  He new their strenghs and weakness those that would stand tall vs those that wood cave at the first incident.  

Sonny was an earner on the streets, and now he was earning respect as a up and comer.  Sonny had deals in the works and he accomplished this without droping his fathers or grandfathers name.  He was quick on his feet and with his hands.  Sonny also cared about the neighborhood and the family he was working for.  His dream was to become a man of honor.  

Dinner was done and he was full up but still not quite sated. So he asked his driver to make one last stop before his flight. He hated flying in a big aircraft, there were always so many questions, and the turbulence gave his stomach a bad case of the flip flops. Someone gave him a tip that this was a well concealed place and that there was a practiceby some to hit drunk chicks. Chickenboi was miffed, like who the pluck gives drinks to minors and why hit on them them, he was a was going to find out and peck someone in the shins for sure. 

The driver got out and led him to the entrance, speaking quietly to someone who then looked Chickenboi up and down and chuckled. Letting out an annoyed crow, he marched in the door and looked around. There were quite a few people lined up at the bar, throwing back whiskey like it was going out of style. CB scanned the joint to rescue any baby chickens from debauchery and lewdness but found none. He turned to ask his driver but he was leaning into conversation with what looked like a drunk call girl. "Hmmm, he thought. I see no chicks, but a lot of drunk old birds". 

Chickenboi ordered an Irish whiskey and threw it down his beak before dropping the glass to order another. "Keep em coming", he squawked. He could feel the whiskey muscles growing bold under his feathers. 

After his quick pit stop in another city in order to get some hustle on, Justice was back on home turf. A brief stint in his chambers had awarded nothing but headaches, so he decided to journey to one of the cities many watering holes. Coming across the fake laundromat, he knew the way to get to the speakeasy contained within. Approaching the washer and dryer, he turned a few knobs and then smashed through the whole thing with his hammer. He'd pay for the replacement. Subtlety had never been his forte. 

Approaching the bar, he caught the keeps attention. One old fashioned please my man. Because I'm an old fashioned guy har dee har. 

The joke clearly didn't impress the barman, or anyone else in attendance. Justice muttered to himself whilst looking at the ground awkwardly. Oh well, at least his wife liked his jokes, when she wasn't too busy laughing at Gregs. He was a funny guy though in his defence. 

Justice waited patiently for his drink, careful to make sure the barkeep didn't spit in it after his terrible joke. 

Whilst waiting for his drink, Justice had a sudden thought. The original proprietor of this establishment had since passed, as was common when people led the life of degenerates and thugs. Without clear leadership the place would surely fall into disrepair. But he had an idea. This was Boozy Barney's. He had an associate called Barney. Why couldn't he take over? It would surely help with his cash flow situation, and help to deter him from further lapses of faith with regards to living a good honest life. 

The bar keep approached with his drink, and whilst sipping daintily from it, and trying to avoid the umbrella poking him in the eye, he mulled over the thought. 

Comically holding a far too small telegraph for his hands, Barney raised it into the light. The telegraph had come from his boss, Don Justice, saying to come immediately to the following address. He studied the note and then glanced up at the building. Yep, this was the right place. Boozy Barney's looked a bit run down. Someone must've have left it sitting for a while. Its worn appearance did not deter him from entering. 

Justice was sitting at the bar drinking cautiously. When he saw Barney, he flagged him over. He filled him in on the plans to take over the establishment and keep his abnormally large nose clean. 

"Thank you, sir! That sounds like a wonderful plan. I'll take care of this place like it was my own," Barney responded as he surprisingly gracefully leapt over the counter. "Get your drinks! Right here, who's ready?!" he proclaimed to the near-empty bar.

Perhaps a little too enthusiastically for the crowd, but they would come around with time. Barney walked to the front of the bar and hung up a chalkboard in poorly written handwriting that read 'Under New Management.'

Inspired by the events of a drunken evening behind the bar, Barney decided it was time for a remodel. He was a performer at heart and needed a place to put his talent on display at any hour of the day. No more bar-top guitar playing for this dinosaur. It was far too dangerous after a few of the handcrafted cocktails anyway. It was time to expand the space and make it an entertainment venue. 

Barney reached out to @D0m3n1c and got a hold of his contracting crew. That guy was always making business ventures come to life, so he assumed they were the best in the city. They even brought him a gigantic yellow hard hat to wear during the construction process. Barney didn't think it was necessary, but he was going to trust these trained professionals and protect that noggin, regardless. 

"Now in the back, I want a stage for performers. It doesn't have to be very high off the ground, but I want it to be distinct enough that people aren't just walking onto it while looking for the bathroom. Let's really class up the joint," Barney suggested to the general contractor. "Yes, we're going to need some stage lighting. I don't care what the cost is, just make it happen. The acoustics need to be top-notch too!" 

The contractors took every advantage of Barney's open checkbook and seemingly began knocking down walls at random. Barney covered his eyes at the destruction. Choosing to believe that they knew best. While they began the intensive labor, Barney put up a poster on the front of the building. He pressed it in place securely before taking a step back to review his work. Smiling and nodding, he was ready for phase two. 

PLEASE EXCUSE OUR MESS.
WE WILL RE-OPEN SHORTLY.

PERFORMERS OF ALL KINDS,
PLEASE INQUIRE WITHIN.

Now that things had cooled down a little Barney called Mai and asked her to come to Boozy Barney's.  He was renovating the place and wanted to get a woman’s perspective.  The bar already looked really nice to Mai but she told him she would be more than happy to stop by.

When Mai walked into the bar it was totally different.  With a few of the walls knocked down the place looked much larger.  When she saw the new layout she told she pointed to the back wall.

Barney you know I think a wall to wall bar across the back there would be awesome.  You could have a mirrored back, with bar shelves to stack and display your liquor.  Place some leather swivel barstools with a back in front, I think that would look grand.  Barney rubbed his chin shaking his head up and down.

Mai pointed to the right and left sides of the bar.

Then you could place some privacy booths along each side just in case some want to talk business.  Then place some nice table and chairs around the stage to give the performers a nice little audience.  There’s just so much you could do with the place.

Barney took Mai over to Bill one of the construction foreman, introduced them, asked her to share her ideas with him.  Bill told her he would definitely take her ideas into consideration. 

Justice had decided to pay his favourite purple dinosaur a visit. He'd heard the renovations at his new bar were going well, and he wanted to see how things were getting on himself. When he turned up he noticed Mai was already there. He smiled to himself as he saw her giving her opinion on what should go where. Typical boss lady he thought to himself. He poured himself a drink, downed it, then poured another. Walking slowly over to Barney whilst admiring the work going in to the place, he took him to the side. 

Great work here Barney. Let me know if you need any more investors for the place. I could always use another legal source of income. Speaking of which I do hope everything is above board here.