After a few days of discreet inquiries, Apache managed to track down Mr. Green's whereabouts in Detroit. Veera had gathered some intel on the enigmatic figure, painting him as a cautious and calculative individual who had connections in various shady dealings.

Apache and Mikey arrived at a discreet club located in the heart of Detroit's CBD -The Pitty-Pat Social Club. The club's entrance concealed its activities, making it the perfect location for clandestine meetings and social gatherings. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of cigars and the buzz of hushed conversations. Apache knew this was a safe haven for such meetings as the club belonged to an old friend. 

As Apache stepped further into the club, he noticed a group of well-dressed men, all eyeing him intently. Mr. Green stood tall, his gaze piercing through the haze of cigarette smoke. With a nod, Apache approached, and the two men exchanged pleasantries in hushed tones.

Mr. Green was known for his shrewd nature and, not surprisingly, began to probe Apache for information, seeking to gauge his intentions. The conversation was laced with veiled threats and a cautious dance around each other's motives. Apache, however, was no stranger to the dangerous world of negotiations, and he skillfully deflected Mr. Green's inquiries, leaving the enigmatic figure intrigued yet wary.

After what seemed like an eternity of tense exchanges, Mr. Green finally revealed the details of the supposed business opportunity. It involved an arms smuggling ring, potentially opening up a lucrative market for Apache's organization. However, the terms were far from favorable, and the risk of crossing paths with rival gangs and law enforcement loomed large.

Apache took a moment to weigh the risks and rewards, ultimately deciding that the deal wasn't worth compromising his organization's integrity and safety. With a firm but polite decline, he stood up to leave, signaling to Mikey to follow suit.

Mr. Green's gang members watched intently as Apache and Mikey made their way out of the club, leaving behind a mix of tension and disappointment in the air. Though the meeting didn't end with a successful deal, Apache knew he had made the right choice to protect his crew and maintain their stronghold in Chicago.

As they stepped back into the night, Apache couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and the feeling of making the right call. The allure of quick profits had faded, but he was grateful for the clarity in his decision-making. With a renewed focus, Apache was ready to return to Chicago and continue building his empire on his own terms, unyielding in the face of challenges that lay ahead.

Sal was in the Pitty Pat having a meeting with his associates as they talked about the money that didn't come in.  They shipped the product as this was the last shipment of the year.  Sal spent the time to hear the reasons on why the money didn't come but the product was sent.  Then they listen as Sal told them that they now had to go collect and if need be a heavy hand.  The men understood and they knew that Nails would do the talking for the family they just needed to do whatever Nails say's.  

Sal then turn to look at Finn and asked him how was he doing, did he need anything?  Finn shook his head no and said he was okay, everything was going good.  Sal then ask then why was he stealing from him.  Then Sal looked at Nails and Joey and then they moved on Finn.  They took him out of the club and that was the last they saw of Finn.  

"What in the hell is a social club?"

"It's a place where men and women go to socialize in the city."

"On purpose? What's the catch?" 

"There is no catch, they just do it. For fun. Kind of like a bar, I suppose you could call it. Why do you ask?"

There was that word again, fun, something that Buster hadn't endured ever since taking on Harold and the Competition Commission all those many days ago. Back then he had a lot less on his mind and could unwind every few days while sipping on a nice grape soda and watching the horse races across town-- but now? Even the thought of sitting down sent him into a panic, because what if Ned or Harold snuck up behind him and did something untoward to him?

These worries needed to subside fast on account of the man getting an ulcer. His stomach churned nearly every single night from the moment he laid down to rest all the way til morning came, and it wasn't very good for his complexion which was starting to take a hit, and at that point, he knew that something had to be done.

"Let's go have some of this... fun."

The Pitty-Pat Social Club

It sounded unassuming, but the spot looked to be like a decent time and so as he descended into the businesses' annals, he took a seat on one of the fancier-looking chairs and smacked a few quarters down against the wooden grain of the bar itself. After a few seconds of annoying the bartender who stood ready to serve, Buster finally opened his mouth to speak once again.

"Get me something, neat." 

He didn't drink much, but that seemed like something that people would order. While he waited, the man surveyed the area and then started to chat with the bartender again-- he had seen in the old pictures that people would regularly attempt to get information from the man behind the counter.

"So there any other fun things to do in Detroit? Any... Casinos?"

That word rang through his ears even as he spoke it, the Casino was one of his favorite old spots to let loose. Yet, ever since he had been under scrutiny from the gaggle of commissioners, Buster hadn't been. 

"Yes sir, there's one in Detroit. Just three streets down that-a-way."

The drink was now set on the bar table and Buster drank it down in one quick gulp before standing up and heading out the door, he didn't really socialize with anyone here, but that was to be expected. The man hated staying in one place for too long, lest one of the Haroldian Spies get a sight on the poor bastard. He was finally Casino bound...

Mooshie wonders what all the commotion is about, she hears loud voices coming from the Pitty- Patty Social Club. It sounds kind of familiar. She goes inside to investigate. A HA! Mhmmmm and so it was, she thought.. as the first person she sees is BusterScruggs causing a scene not knowing what a social club is. Mooshie remembers going to social clubs back in Britain many years ago. They were for social gatherings and people would get merry and drunk and play games. Ahhh those were the days. She prods Buster just before he leaves for the casino...

"Wait up, I will join you. About time I took you to the cleaners" Mooshie laughs loudly as the look on his face tells her he ain't worried and this makes her regret her decision almost immediately. 

Sal walked into the Pitty Pat and took a seat at his table, he had men posted at the front and back.  Nails was on the phone calling for a doc to get over to the club.  Joey had been hit an Sal had him laid out on the table in front of him.   Sal told him to relax as he took a bottle of whiskey and poured it over Joeys wound and put a then wrapped the wound with clean table clothes as they waited for the doctor to arrive.  Benny was walking back and forth making sure the men were focused on watching the doors and not on Joey.  

a half hour later the men at the front door yell to Benny as they let the doctor in after looking in his bag and frisking him down.  The doc looked at Joey and started pulling out his tools of the trade.  Ten minutes into it and Joeys drinking to stop from screaming as the doctor pulls the slug from Joey's shoulder.  Sal smiles and pats Joey on the back of his shoulder and laughed.  Then he nods to Benny and Benny hands the doctor his payment.  The doctor hands Joey pain tablets to take every eight hours.  Sal thanks the doctor and walks him to the door.  

Sal was once again in the Pitty-Pat the spot were he was known for making his bones for the five families.  Sal onces worked with Albert Anastasia but he wasn't into killing just to make his money.  Sal Made money and killing was the last resort.  He made money for his friends, his family and even made money with those that hated him.  Sal killed if you stole from him, or you wasn't willing to settle things fairly.  

The Pitty-Pat was his uncles bar whom he was named after.  Sal was drinking a shot of scotch when the police walked in looking for him.  Sal smiled as they told him he needed to appear in court in two days.  Sal nodded and offered them a drink.  They refused and walked away.  Sal looked at the paper work and laughed as he saw they spelled his last name wrong which means he was the man listed.  He turned towards his Attorney and said do you represent this guy listed and they all laughed.  

Sal said they poor smucks drive all this way and delievered the papers to the wrong person or they can't fucking spell or read which means they can't enforce the laws that they can't read and understand.  

Joker walked into the Pitty-Pat and smiled.  Pennywise and Krusty were already there attracting attention.  Ronald-McDonald walked in with Bozo just after The Joker.  The Bartender served them each a beer.  Then picked up a shotgun and pointed at them.   They looked at each other and laughed, then they all pulled out their pistols two each and asked the man behind the bar why so serious?.  

Pennywise asked the man why didn't he sign his updated will, Krusty sked did he want to dance.  Ronald asked if he was hungry, Bozo asked did he prize number one or prise number two.  The Joker told the man to put the shot gun away or he would get what he fucking deserves.  The man put the gun down and told them the beer was on the house.  

Joker and the guys were drunk and still in need of fun, still sitting in the Pitty-Pat Joker stood up and waltz over to the bar and asked for a bottle of rum.  He then started drinking from the bottle before putting the bottle down and pulling out his cigars.  He offer the bartend one but he declined.  Krusty laughed and yelled that they are not going to explode.  Joker started laughing and then stop to look at himself in the mirror.  

Then he laughed loudly again and said:

Have you ever seen such a handsome fellow before.  Yes noooo I don't think so.  Now gentle lets go and clown around until they beg us to stop or we get tired and sleepy.  

Joker was meeting with a young kid called Howie Winter.  The kid had ideals but Joker didn't want to play in Boston.  Winter was a tough kid and Joker could see he had what it takes to raise but Joker wasn't interested.  He smiles and gives the kid a drink as Howie talks about maying money on the numbers and pinball michines.  Joker major issue was the irish gangs tend to fight each other instead of working with each other.  

Joker gave the kid the money he needed but told him he needs to pay $500 a week as the nut/interest.  Joker also told him he doesn't plan to drive their for a visit or any reason.  Their's a bookie up their who will collect the money and if he has to go to boston for any reason they will have a serious problem.  

Joker liked being in the motor city, he had fun working with the purple gang, these boys knew how to have fun.  They ripped off other gangsters and then sold them their own shit back.  That's why Joke started wearing Purple suits.   He made the Pitty Pat his detroit hang out spot.  He loved the environment and the drinks.  Why leave when you can drinks and a sandwich.  

Joker worked with the purple gang didn't get much attention but it made him laugh and increased his cash flow.  He didn't give two shits about fame it was the thrill and the money to pay for what he wanted.  He was the guy that people come to and when they say join us and we promise that no one will fuck wit you he would reply no one fucks wit me now then will walk off leaving them there to think about making a better offer for his skills.  

Out of all the clubs Joker owned he had a special fundness for the Pitty Pat.  He loved the environment and the drinks were always strong.  He sat at his table drinking a seven and seven talking with Pennywise and Kristy.  Doc and Freddie were by the entrance door and Tito and Toys were by the back door.  Today was just another day without the drama.  

Joker loved the Pitty Pat club, the people that came to the joint loved to party and they had no problem dancing and drinking and laughing it was always a fun event.  Plus they knew how to have fun without all the drama.  Sitting at his private table drinking scotch and nodding to the guest he was enjoying the night.  

Super Al was well rested and full of beans after his recent stop at Cadillac Apartments. Now he was back out in the extremely quiet business district of Detroit - yep, you guessed it - in search of the Joker! 

He struts up to the bar, climbing atop it and standing in his best superhero pose - his chest firmly pushed out, with his hand flat across his brow for extra vision. He looks around diligently. 

"Can't see him!" He spots a half-empty glass at a private table and quickly jumps off of the bar before rushing over.

He takes a sniff of the scotch. "Smells like a Joker's scotch to me! Call it instincts!" He chuckles - he was no Spiderman, but he had a way of knowing!

Super Al downs the last of the scotch and heads out.

After a delicious meal at the cafe, Seanie decided to try somewhere different. His work was done for the day, why not unwind a little? He heard some music and laughter coming from this club so he had to investigate.

Returning to the Pitty-Pat to have a few drinks.  He sat at the bar to relax and just listen for a while.  He heard conversations about problems selling life insurance to selling cars to a dog getting hit by a car and trying to tell the son his dog is gone.  Joker also heard about how women should act versus how they do act once they marry the man.  This nght sounded like a horror story.  

While he was watching the ladies dance as he sipped on scotch he relized that it was getting late.  He shook his head no but he wasn't leaving because he was finally relaxing.   He lit a cigar and smiled as he continued enjoying his time.  He ordered another drink this time on the rocks. He tipped the waitress a fin just because he was in a good mood.   

Sigurd was on the run, after had stolen a suitcase full of cash he had managed to loose the four bodyguards a couple of hundreds meters behind him, now it was time to blend in. He slip inside a open door at something that reminded him of a bar/cafe and found himself a table in the middle of the room with several people around. 

The waitress came over and gave Sigurd a menu. Without hesitation Sigurd said: "Just bring over a large beer and a sandwich real quick".  The waitress hesitated a little, but went over towards the bar to deliver the ordner.

Sitting at his favorite table drinking scotch and talking with associates and members within his organization he smiles.  His crew is set as the money was pouring in from everywhere, his boss had the right contacts and things were nice.  However, the boys from Durden family was always up to no good.  

Joker waved over a waitress for another bottle of scocth and a cigar.  He lit the cigar and exhaled a large pillar of smoke.  He then took a sip of his drink as and then took another puff only to refill his glass with a double shot.