He looked at the red brick building that was remodeled into a bar it had a juke box and booths and an old oak bar that ran the lenght of the joint.  It sat on the conner of Vandyke and Harper.   Pennywise asked him why a fuckin bar. Joker replied. 

This place the drinks were cheap and made strong.  You want a sandwich you down the fucking street.  This was a bar, where people come to talk drink and stumble the fuck out.   If we listen carefully we might her of an opportunity to capitalize off of.  

Joker wanted to be the first to spend a buck in his bar.  He ordered a vodka then paid as he poured the vodka on the floor.  He called that the hopes for luck that all his customer spill their drinks and stunble the fuck out for the next guy to walk in.  

Laughing as he poured BlueEyes a drink. 

You can't kill everyone, ever thought about setting them up and locking them away in prison for a few years?  Works for me.  I send a guy up state for a few years and just before he gets out someone manages to take them out because the guy owes a pack of smokes or disrespected someone.  Can't be it I tell you the state takes care of my dirty luandry.  

Joker was back and pouring drinks and wiping down the bar countertop.  He was happy and relaxing in the motor city.  He poured himself a scotch and then talked with Doc and Whispers.  They told him how the collection went and that they issued the last of the powder and a new shippment needed to arrive soon.  Joker knew that the shipment was already on its way.  

Ray chuckled, taking in Joker's words as he scanned the joint. "You got it right, Joker. A place like this is perfect for a little 'business research'," he said, leaning against the old oak bar. "Cheap drinks mean loose lips, and strong ones make 'em even looser." He nodded towards a couple of patrons deep in conversation. "Look at those fellas. Bet they're not just here for the ambiance. We keep our ears open, we might catch wind of something juicy. This ain't just a bar, it's an information goldmine, if you know how to dig." Ray signaled the bartender for a drink, his eyes never leaving the crowd. "Let's see what the night brings us, eh?"

Super Al was shattered - he'd been running around all over town looking for this Joker fellow! Fortunately, he'd stumbled across the man's very own business here in Detroit! Surely this is where he would be? The hero had to check it out!

He saunters into the building - he wasn't rushing anymore, he was exhausted! Strolling towards the bar, he yoinks a lonely drink off of a table and downs before taking a look around.

Still no sign of the Joker! But Al was exhausted. He was surely leaving town soon so he decides to kick his feet up and wait a while, sipping drinks and chatting with the lonely bartender.

"So... Barkeep... Do you know this Joker fellow personally? He must be your boss, right?" Al begins.

Joker was back in Detroit as he looked around and spotted Ray Drucci he thanked the man for stopping in and having a drink.  Joker then went to the bar and poured himself a drink.  Then he went behind the bar to work as a bartender.  Joker was told some guy was looking for him.  Shaking his head he simple went on with the job he needed to do.  

Joker stood behind the counter pouring drinks and laughing with the customers.  He kept his eyes open on who was walking in and his ears open to hear what opportunities he could capitalize on.  Joker men sat by the front and back doors.  Doc sat at the bar TombStone and Hammerhead at a table across from the bar.  

Krusty and Penny worked the bar with him cleaning and or washing glasses.  Joker was hoping for a few more customers he wanted to know if the fire department would shut him down for being over the limit.  

He poured himself a shot of russian vodka.  He was having a sitdown again with some of the eastside boys that was running there own businesses but needed a little help with getting restocked.  They new that the Joker was willing to do business with anyone that was making money or wanted to make money with or for him.  These boys were running a smack to canada.  

They would buy fifty kilo's from him a month to start and then as their business increased so would their purchases, if he needed any assiatance they would be at his call and if need be they would extend to him whatever other services he needed such as cleaning his money in Canada and woman to work if he was in that business.  

He nodded and then pointed to Krusty to get them started with payments and pickups.  Krusty would be their contact and the meeting was complete.  They knew the price was hire then what they were buying but so was the quality.  They also new it was closer and they could get the quantities they needed.   

Sylence couldnt sleep so he took a walk downtown while he was in town for a business meeting. He walked out of the hotel and noticed a joint across the street so he decided to walk over and take a look. As he walked in the door he took a minute to scan around the place and noticed a old friend The-Big-Joker. Walking up he extended his hand and shook his hand firmly laughing a bit as he was shocked to see him

Joker was surprised when he saw his Godfather Sylence walk in.  He walked over and greeted him.  They shook hands as Joker walked him over to his private table and waved over to the bartender to bring over a bottle of Scotch.  When the bottle arrived Joker poured them both a drink and they started talking about the day and business.   

Sekhmet was walking down the street and came across Jack's on the corner, she it was a bar made her happy as heck, since she had a very long and tiring day that had her body screaming to take a break, at least for a few hours.

Walking in, she took a seat getting the bartenders attention, hoping she didn't look as bad as she felt.

Can i please have 2 shots of whiskey and a beer please? she asked nicely.

The bartender went on their way to get what was asked and then placed them in-front of Sekhmet,

thanking her Sekhmet quickly downed both the shots feeling that familiar lil burn down her throat, hoping that the days woes were a forgotten memory and sipped her beer.

Joker made sure that Sekhmet received top shelf whiskey. He then put her order on the house.  He told her whatever she wanted was on the house and hoped that she would return when ever she back in Detroit.   

He then poured himself a double shot of Irish whiskey.  

It had been a busy night, Tommo had just finished unloading a shipment of booze at the docs and was needing a drink. He remembered there was a bar nearby run by The-Big-Joker from the Ninth Street Connection and those guys always took their booze seriously. Stepping in he put a quarter in the juke-box and took a seat at the bar. "Whisky please, and keep them coming. It's been a busy night and I've got nowhere to be".

Althalus had been keeping his head down for sometime. But after the events of last week he decided he needed a drink. After walking the streets of Detroit for a time he made his way to Jacks.

​​Before pushing the door open Althalus took a cigarette out of his packet and lit up. Taking a long drag and exhaling slowly, he pushed open the door