The ole city of Detroit.  Cars, violence, and if the future was to be believed the first half man / half machine law enforcement.  The 1950's seem the rise of many new and exciting franchises, one with flair familiar with Italians was Pizza Put, this wonderfully named business will in time spread across the world serving hot, greasy, over-priced meals for those that just can't be bothered to cook for themselves.  Ain't that just a kick in the teeth?

But for now it's just the beginning, quality is still there, costs are relatively good and NAK has just opened the doors to his latest venture.

"Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the Detroit branch of the Pizza Put, here we specialise in force feeding you copious amounts of cheese, grease and what we label as various types of meat.  Please place your order at the till, where one of our under payed staff will attempt to heat the ingratiates up enough to not make you sick.

Gather 'round the passable stuff"

MENU  

ITEM - SMALL / LARGE

Mozzarella Cheese  - 0.95 / 1.50
Green Pepper - 1.25 / 1.75
Onion - 1.25 / 1.75
Sausage - 1.35 / 2.00
Mushroom - 1.35 / 2.00
Pepperoni - 1.35 / 2.00

Drinks $1 each
Beer
Pop 
Milk
Coffee

Johnny had just got into Detroit and as he stepped off the plane he coughed at the smog and the smell in the air. "Shit guess I had better get this show started" he muttered to himself as he didn't much like being sent to Detroit for anything let alone business. He gets off the plane and walks to the car waiting for him. "What's a guy gotta do to get food and a drink in this fucking place Tommy?" he says as he tosses his bag in the trunk and gets in the backseat. "I hear tell Pizza Put is a good joint boss" Tommy responds. "Okay take me there I'm starved"

After a few minutes of driving the car pulls up to the curb in front of the pizza joint as Johnny gets out and puts on his hat walking inside. Johnny stops and looks around at the seemingly busy place before walking to the counter and smiling at the girl behind the till. "hmm I'll take a Large Sausage pizza...extra cheese...and a uh beer." The lady smiles as Johnny reaches into his vest pocket and pulls out his cash paying the lady before turning and heading to a table and sitting down taking his hat and placing it on the table in front of him to wait for his food. Johnny eye's the surroundings as he lights a cigarette taking a long deep drag.

It was lunch time and Ian needed to eat. He found a new pizza place nearby and went to check it out. He looked through the menu before placing his order:

"I'll take a large pizza with... just put all the toppings. And some soda, please."

Dawson had been camped out in Detroit for a few days now. Many mobsters across the country were, actually. The best hotels were taken, so he'd had to settle for a dump of a room. When the night came, Dawson liked to go out into the streets. To drink, eat. Whatever. Since he was there, he might as well enjoy it. That's how he found a place called Pizza Put.

Although pizza wasn't his favorite food in the world, he liked it enough. So he entered the place and settled down. He smoked a thick cigarette that he had rolled himself, which produced a thick, grayish smoke. A lady at the next table was showing clear signs of dissatisfaction, but he pretended not to notice.

He ordered a beer and asked for some more time to look at the menu.

Hazel walked down the streets of Detroit with her hands stuffed into her wool coat pockets. She had been in this neighboring city for days attempting to do her best at putting a stomp on the pests that have accumulated. Long nights and late hours have meshed together to create a walking zombie fueled on caffeine and shitty food. 

Just as her stomach roared furiously, the smell of cheese and grease wafted over and tickled her nose. She immediately turned and headed in the direction that gloriously processed scent was coming from. She stopped just short of the Pizza Put. The lady behind the counter looked less than competent to handle cash, and there were a few mobsters mulling about. The tables were crumby and the cleaning around the floors were sub-par. It was the perfect place for a meal. 

The coffee-only contents of her stomach rumbled once more, urging her into the business. Hazel stopped in front of the lady at the counter and paused before ordering. "One small pepperoni pizza and a coffee, please." She handed the cashier a bill and shook her head when the lady made to make change. Hazel didn't want to bother to wait for her to count. 

Once she had paid and received her drink and food, Hazel walked over to one of those dingey tables and sat down. She lifted the pizza that dripped in grease and held it to her mouth before taking a massive chomp. This was exactly what she needed after a long day. 

WednesdayAddams was feeling a bit like she had the munchies and decided pizza would solve that problem quick. She had heard about this chain even though it hadn't arrived to her hometown's shores. She walks into the Put and waits for her turn at the counter. When the clerk calls her up to the counter She places her order

"I would like a small cheese pizza and a soda."

The clerk informs her of the price and she puts down a 5 dollar bill and waits for her food. When she receives her order she finds a seat and proceeds to eat her food. She wipes her mouth finishes her food and drink and heads out into the streets of Detroit with a full stomach 

After quite the intense workout, one that left her rather famished. Ksenia knew her next stop was somewhere for a quick bite... She wasn't interested in one of those proper sit down type places, really she wasn't decent enough for a place like that. Being able to smell herself, the few spritz of perfume she doused herself with, taking away the edge of sweat and just general gym odors. Would have been rather shitty of her to sit down and have others indulge in her aroma, so yeah something quick and on the go was the only real choice.

Luckily for her, just a block down the road sat this little pizza joint. Had a bit of an odd name... Pizza Put.. but they sold pizza. How bad could it be? Truly it was hard to mess up pizza. Only thing that could really throw it off was some bleh sauce or either under cooking or over cooking. With how hungry she actually was, it wasn't going to matter either way. She was gonna eat it regardless of how it came to her... well unless there was some random thick hair in it or a roach then things might be a bit different. It was a bridge that she was to cross if it came to it. 

As she entered the smell of oven cooked dough and melted cheese filled the front lobby. Instantly making her mouth water, it had been quite some time since she had eaten. Well before the gym... if not since last evening. It was something that she truly needed to start doing more but the way she looked at it, all the vodka she drank made up for it. It's close enough to liquid potatoes... a nice starchy liquid meal, right? At least that was how her mind worked.

"Next!" The mans voice echoed off the walls of the small establishment.

It was her turn... she already knew what she wanted. Just something simple, something small.

"Small cheese and a coke."

The man nodded in her direction, cutting a slice from the pizza laying on the counter. He turned about and tossed it in the over, walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of coke. Bringing it back to the counter, he placed it down and directed his attentions onto the cash register. She wasn't watching what he was doing but could hear the jingles of the keys as he pressed them.

"That'll be $1.95"

Ksenia reached into her pocket, pulling out a few crumbled up dollar bills and handed them to him. She watched as he smoothed them out as best as possible before hitting a few more keys on the register until it opened.

"I don't need the change" She muttered, he nodded in compliance.

He placed the money in and gave it a rather hard slam closed. Turned back around and did his thing, pulling out her slice and putting it on one of those white paper plates. He slid it over the counter towards her and immediately moved onto the next customer. "Next!"

Ksenia didn't pay him much mind after that, she grabbed her slice and her coke and moved to the side. Grabbing a few napkins and shoving them into her pocket then made her way out of the place. Making sure to take the first bite before crossing the threshold of the door. The pizza was fairly decent, not the best she ever had but definitely not the worst. Regardless it was going to work... this would suffice, would give her a good base for her latter vodka drinking.

Lucious walked into Pizza Put and took a seat when the waitress walked over he smiled she wasn't what he was expecting she was a teenager and all he could do was laugh to himself and ordered a small pepperoni with bacon pizza and a pop.  He made sure that today she would get a large tip as he recalled his first job.  the bill was $2 and he handed her a $20 and told her to keep the rest for herself.  The young lady just smiled and thanked him.  

After a long flight Craven landed in DT and first thing on his mind had to be food. Quickly spotting Pizza Put he made his way inside.

"One large pepperoni and mushroom pizza please" and of course the main choice... "Two beers as well."

Craven took a seat and waited for his associate to arrive with the update he had requested.

As Marston wanders through the streets of Detroit, he feels his stomach growling and realizes that he needs to find a place to eat. He's never tried Italian cuisine before, but he's open to new experiences and decides to give it a try.

He spots a small pizza place called ‘Pizza Put’ on the corner of a busy street and heads inside. The warm aroma of freshly baked dough and melted cheese greets him as he steps through the door. He takes in the sights and sounds of the bustling restaurant and sees customers already enjoying their pizzas. All around him people are chomping into slices with tangy tomato sauce, gooey melted cheese, and spicy pepperoni and watching this sends Marston’s hunger into overdrive.

He peers into the kitchen and watches as the chefs toss and spin the pizza dough in the air, skillfully adding toppings and sliding the pizzas into the oven. His mind is made up already, he quickly finds a table and scans the menu as he waits to be served…