The man was smoking a cigar when he was told that there was an issue that occurred on Belle Island.  He looked at the associate as they explained that the state troopers arrested two friends from Canada bringing over booze and some other things.  One of the two men started name dropping and Jokers came up.  The Troop called and said we might have problems.  Joker nodded and then thanked the associate.  

Joker sent Tombstone down to see whats what and to handle the situation however he deemed fit.  Joker wanted the issue contained before shit hits the fan and his shit is under watch.   Joker ordered a refill on his vodka as TombStone left with Hammerhead.  

Joker sat in the back of the club drinking scotch and smoking on his cuban cigar.  He was waiting for word to get back to him from Fisk and Hammerhead.  He sent them to see a young businessman that liked to have his way with young girls and if they don't enjoy the way he treats them he tends to get rough.  Joker never cared for the type but their business was their business.  However,this guy was someone the met the Joker and the two did not like each other.  

The girls father was a friend of the Joker's and the boys were going to give him an attitude adjustment.     Doc was drinking Irish whiskey and Tombstone was drinking Canadian whiskey they wanted to go but that would have been over killl and they would have ended the young man.  This way Hammerhead does his thing while Fisk makes him sign over ten percent of his company stock over to the Joker.    

It had been a long day. After moving around the newly rebuilt city of Detroit, MrSki had received a call whilst on his way to the airport that someone had information he really needed to see. He sighed slightly. This had been a long and tiring day and he just wanted to fly back home and get his head down. But this being the life, he knew he had to go and find out what the gentleman had for him. The call he had received to meet the unnamed man was to meet at a local social club, The Pitty-Pat Social Club. MrSki had never visited this establishment.

When he arrived, he and his two bodyguards made their way inside and ordered a few whiskeys. They saw an empty table and made their way over. After a couple of minutes, and elderly looking male made his way inside and immediately looked over to their direction. He made his way slowly over to the table. MrSki was hoping two things. This meeting would only be short, and the information the elderly gentleman had would be something useful.   

Cuboyd had dropped off the last of his packages, finally. This new life was working up a thirst. He went back to his apartment, which he knew he would sell soon for a bigger place if they brown envelopes kept coming in they way they are now, got a shower and looked at his wardrobe. Another problem the brown envelopes would look to fix. Black chino trousers, a long sleeved, white shirt and a bomber jacket along with laced up boots would look to do the trick tonight. 

Cuboyd walked out of his apartment and looked left and right. Which way would the night take us? His head told him left but his empty gut told him to move his arse. Left it was. Walking along the path, Cuboyd seen a few places that tickled his fancy but none more than The Pitty-Pat Social Club. He heard the music and was instantly attracted. He walked towards the social club, music getting louder, mouth getting dryer. There wasn't much of a crowd but Cuboyd liked it that way. He walked straight up to the barman.

"Good evening my friend, a glass of your finest bourbon please."

The barman smiled and turned away to pour the whiskey, Cuboyd seen a great opportunity to learn the exits and scan the clientele. You can never be too careful, especially with the bloodbath recently. The barman came back to Cuboyd with his bourbon. Cuboyd paid for the drink, thanked the barman and walked away to a table he could finally sit his arse down at. A sip of the bourbon suddenly made the day look that much brighter. Hearing the main door swing open, Cuboyd turned around to see who would join him in drowning sorrows next.