Standing high above the business District Street stands a tall sturdy stone building. The building blends in to the rest of the business' in the area. Only because you know where you are going do you even recognize the the wooden sign on the door "Syn's Bar and Lounge". This is the place. You are weak and exhausted from the days work, you gather your energy into your legs and step up onto the stoop. The large brass handle still has a gleam since it opened and you grab the handle. The cool feeling it has is nice, you start day dreaming about how good the beer will feel when it comes to you. With a sudden feeling of power you pull open the large oak door and struggle to get inside. A large man stand by the door to make sure order is kept, he towers over you, he is two, maybe two and a half feet taller than you. You put your exhaustion aside and kick your sholders back to act as if you aren't tired. You give the bouncer a glare and head into the center of the room. The dimly lit atmosphere comes into view as the large oak door closes behind you. A large 8 foot bar starts in the corner and extends the length of the wall. The center of the room is arranged as a dance floor in front of the stage instead of the usual billiard tables and high tops. You make your way towards the bar passing the groupies setting up stage for a band. Affixing your eyes on a barstool you enter the view of a bartender doing a very good job of being sexy and functional, much her job of serving drinks and getting tips. She asks you for a drink order as she slides a warm juicy plate of steak to the gentlemen to your left, the scent of the steak makes you forget for a moment what you wanted.

I'll have a light beer if you have one, Syn told me the first one was on him.

The sexy bartender laughs and explains that Syn will be with you in just a moment. She ignores your request for a light beer and pours you a Guinness stout. Sliding it down the bar you put your hand out to grab it. Not too experienced in this art you spill a little at the impact moment, but you recover by sliding your sleeve over it. Glancing around no one noticed. Your now wet sleve makes your wrist cold. Taking your jacket off you place it on the coat rack in the corner. Passing the groupies setting up again you remember to ask about the band when you come back, however in front of you now stands Syn, just the man you wanted to see.

Thanks for the beer my friend, You say to Syn. Syn grabs a rocks glass from under the bar and hands it to you. He pours a whiskey shot in your glass and then pours himself one, tapping your glass he chants a well rehearsed cheers and knocks back the shot.

Hello my friend, it's an exciting day here, we have a good band coming in today. Sorry I may be moving around a little today getting ready, but how may I help you, did you need something specifically from me?

T-Man was strolling down the city of Detroit with a cigar in his mouth. T-Man spotted Syn's Bar in the distance, T-Man slowly but surly made his way up to the bar. T-Man threw his cigar on the ground. T-Man opens the oak door with the large brass handle. T-Man walks pass the dance floor and makes his way up to the large bar counter and sits on a stool in the centre of the bar. T-Man could smell the fine alcohol. T-Man started eyeing up the Guinness glasses behind Syn.

"I'll have a pint of Guinness and a plate of steak."

T-Man waits for Syn to reply

In no time at all Syn motions off the Bartender, I got this one. He begins pouring the gentlemen a Guiness Stout, angling the glass at the perfect angle and ensuring the perfect pour, he then slides the glass to -T-Man-. 

Before I got into the line of... Well, before I came here to America, I learned how to pour the perfect Guiness. He motions to a silly diploma on the wall from the Guiness Brewery itself. It was more of a joke, but they are damn right, there is only one way to pour one of these things.

So my friends, how may I help you?

Syn pulls out a bar rag to clean and shine the open position from an earlier customer.

Toby walks into the bar and takes a seat near the end.

Let me get a whiskey and cola. How's everything going Syn?

Toby lights a cigar and waits for his drink.

Syn walks over to Toby to get his drink delivered.

Man need to get this bartender in shape, I can't keep making all the drinks, it's just not good for business. How have you been my friend? Do you have a cigar for me?

Toby smiles and pulls another cigar out of his jacket.

When have I only brought one?! Toby laughs.

I've been doing alright I had to stop by my club in Chicago earlier today. Some asshats decided to trash the place.

Toby takes a long puff from his cigar.

No real damage though. They'll need to do more than break some stuff to put me out of business.

Syn takes the unlit cigar from the ashtray and pulls out a fancy cigar cutter. 

This cigar cutter is very nice, my father didn't tell me everything about it, he actually said you were told it's heritage, but if it's an heirloom i'm holding it tight. Something about it was gun metal or something. Seems carrying a gun has always run in my family, the ability to use it is on the fence though.

Syn makes an absolutely perfect cut in his cigar using the cutter, he pulls out a white tipped match from behind the bar and strikes it off of his tooth. lighting the cigar he looks at Toby and begins to speak again,

Thats a shame about your bar. if it's anything like this place, the damages will pay for itself in a day or two. Glad to see you can manage the place though. Far too many out of business signs are in this city. I'm one of the lucky ones, I'll be able to take my money from this place and set up in a new town. Possibly New Orleans, maybe New York. Somewhere New though, I like the sound of it.

Syndicate eyes up the group of teenagers that walked into the bar. He motions to his bouncer and continues his conversation with Toby. A few moments later a teenager exited the bar wearing one of the bands drumsets as a hat and the other teenagers followed. The bouncer approached Syn and whispered something in his ear. Speaking to the bouncer Syn replies,

Yeah, I'll buy them a new drum set. I'd rather the common "badass" punk learn to not mess with this place, just put the knives with the collection.

The bouncer walks over to the wall on the other side of the shelves housing the top shelf liquor. He stands back and throws 4 switchblade knives at the wall. All four stick into the plaster wall and now hang with 8 other knives and a meat cleaver. Seeing Toby eye up the meat cleaver with a puzzled look Syn responds,

Funny story, the Butcher down the street thought I was in the mafia and decided to threaten me... HAHA how silly is that?

They both smirk and take a puff of their cigars.

Sitting in a booth drinking and smoking...

Zola decides to embark on his after dinner stroll. It was 7.00 p.m. on the evening of Christmas day. The street lanterns were lit, children played as parents stood smiling, and the city strays were already out searching through the lines of trash cans obstructing his way. Dinner at the Paradise Valley HQ had been a glitzy affair, and the turkey was weighing heavy in his stomach, together with the sprouts...........oh those fucking sprouts.

“Oh how I love this city and all it has to offer” he thinks to himself as a man of obvious distinction passes by. In a split second he slips his hand into the inner lining of the man`s overcoat and lifts his wallet.

“HaHaHa, I still haven`t lost it” he whispers to himself as he empty`s the contents into his side pocket before tossing the leather wallet into a trash can.

Mid way down 12^th street he spots a bar which he had promised himself to visit since he moved to Detroit. The biting cold had etched its mark on the window panes of Syn`s bar but the homely glow of the inside was a welcome sight. He grabs the brass hand rail as he climbs the few steps to the door, which was opened for him by a man who was known to him. They nod to each other as Zola hangs his coat, hat and scarf on the walnut hangers beside the entrance. He makes straight over to the bar where he spots his Syn, deep in conversation with a member of his staff......

“Greetings my friend”, announces Zola as he extends his hand forwards.

“I am so pleased to see you again, and what a joint you have here. The black stuff looks particularly inviting if I may say, aye, a pint of Guinness if you please, and whatever you are drinking this cold evening. How are you? And how is business here in Detroit?”

Zola opens a silver cigarette case and offers his friend a Russian Sobranie..............

Frank walks in looking around at the decor as he reaches the bar he waits until a bartender becomes free. Frank nods to the the bartender and then places his order for a bottle of knob creek whiskey. After a few minutes the bartender returns with his whiskey. Pouring himself a drink and looking around at the people also drinking in the bar he turns back to the bar and shakes his head as he finishes the glass then immediately pours another.

Sitting in a booth smoking a cuban cigar and drinking strawberry wine...

Adevila what the hell does caddilac mean anyway...met a loser today found a lonely devil in a mirror atleast i got my cigars and my yegger eh.?

I dunno what caddilac figure it means devils that's all i think about is people who wanna screw me over i must be a nice fuck eh.?

Tell me about it man get shot up talkin wrong in the streets best keep my mouth shut huh ay look at the rack on the waitress over there eh nice huh man figure donnie might get out of the hospital soon good man good man

lost a roulette game my dad did came off the boat to meet the man didn't now where he's at they say he pissed of the calibre 7 gang haha funny guy he is always cheery even in the most comedic situations haha love em.

Just shut up and drink wanna go to the casino later play cards.? i lost a game of cards hate the game myself atleast it gives us something to do eh.?

Alright lets bounce feelin alot hate around here not that much of a social guy alright. (Gets up with adevila and leaves the lounge leaving the waitress a very nice tip)

Sitting in a booth smoking cuban lacas and stirring hash wine...

Hey adevila how you been maiden.?

doing alright tray said you were a bad guy but i think tray might be on something...maybe not.

Syn cleans up some messy tables and goes back to the bar. He begins wiping it down almost with a frustration on his face. He pulls down some bar stools as they were just put up to clean the floor of some messy stuff from a man that couldn't hold his alcohol.

JamesKnowles walks in with some plans tucked under his arm. The address on the plans is for a unit in New Orleans, with the prospective title "The Roberto_Carlos Appreciation Society". He walks up to the bar and spreads them out taking a seat at one of the stools.

"Hello Syn, I'm JamesKnowles" He says as he watches the man wiping down the bar. "I realise this is quite unorthodox, but I heard you're the man to speak to about getting approval for my place in New Orleans?"

Syn doesn't reply and JamesKnowles assumes he is very busy with other things.

"I was hoping you would be able to have a look at these plans here and give them your seal of approval?" James asks flashing his biggest grin.

Syn doesn't respond, whether he is busy, ignoring James or simply doesn't hear him, it is difficult to say.

"Syn?" James tries to catch the man's eye but he just keeps rubbing down the bar. "I sent these plans to you a week ago but I think they must have got lost in the mail?"

Still nothing, just wipe, wipe, wipe.

"SYN?!?!" James yells hoping to get the man to look over his plans. "PLEASE SYN, THE WORLD NEEDS THE R_CAS HEAD OFFICE?!?!

Syn continues to wipe down the table. JamesKnowles rudely continues on shouting his name from the far end of the bar. Syn turns around to put a bottle away and catches sight of JamesKnowles at the end of the bar.

Hey man, hows it going, you been here long? Sorry I had a gun go off in my ear on VDays, really shot my hearing. Are those your blueprints? Here hand them over, I have them on my desk in New Orleans. Ah as I thought, yes there a few things here.

Syn begins scribbling things down on a napkin and slides them to JamesKnowles. 

Just cosmetic things my friend. I do hope your business gets set up shortly, I have my stamp in New Orleans, just bring the modifications there when you have it set up. Thanks for stopping by.

Syn walks to the other side of the bar grabs 2 glasses and pours a whiskey on the rocks for him and JamesKnowles. He hands him the drink offers a cheers and quickly shoots back his drink.

Aragorn walks into the bar after a long haggle with a drug deal gone wrong in detroit. " Fucking waste of my money on that fucking ticket. Give me a jager bomb and a slice of pizza." was there a war gone wrong here or something? he asks the bartender, why dont you guys have a godfather? then realizing his question he answers it before the bartender could and says " this city is fucking worthless. no wonder why new orleans wiped out the city!!!. he eats his food and walks out the bar after downing his drink