Wenlock's Sport's Bar

After great success in Chicago with my restaurant , I figured I would expand my business. I had always loved everything about New York.  A very large city with mass amount of opportunity which boomed with economic growth at every corner not long ago. Now the business district is life-less. I could not stand the sight of it no longer . I would risk it all and open a business in these desperate times in hope to spark economic growth or suffer a big loss.

 I chose a nice building in the business district in Staten Island. This building was on one of the nicest streets in my own personal opinion , Wenlock street. It cost me pretty well next to nothing in wake of the economy. However it did need some work , but this would be a steal for me. The outer paint was peeling like snake skin shedding it's coat. The hinges squeaked like mice running through a dark tunnel in search of food. The floor boards were weak and sank when you stepped on them. This did not scare me off. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a fine rolled cigar and lit it. I motioned to Visicaro to call the contractors we had a "deal" with to get over here. 

Two hours later they arrived with ladders and paint. I told the head contractor my vision and he nodded. I then took a short trip to back home and finished up some paper work. Put in my orders to the local butcher shops and farmers. My food orders for the pub well planned in advance of my absence so I could go to New York. I told my Sous-chef to hold things down and nodded. I trusted this man entirely . Almost twelve hours later I was in Staten Island New York on Wenlock street. I approached the once lifeless building sinking into the ground like a aged marble tomb stone. I could barely recognize it now. It's cherry wood exterior lit with a neon sign caught my eye instantly in this gloomy street. I walked up to the door and opened it , the smell of fresh paint caught my nose much better then the sting of must and dirt. A horse shoe shaped bar in the middle with two radios to catch the game. Booths at every corner well let and lined with velvet. The floor shined like the glimmer of a full moon everything was perfect. The pool tables lined with green fresh felt and their brown oak legs. Perfectly sculpted poker tables to the left. And out back a few black jack tables. This place had it all sports , gambling and liquor . Now to get some customers in here and keep  the feds off my ass.

"Come one come all if you are in New York and need a break. Today is the grand opening of Wenlock's Sport's Bar. Drinks are free and the pool tables are free. We all can't be working without rest. Kick your feet up have a beer on me and listen to the game."

Chuckles.

"Nice to meet you Gareth. And where is my autograph are you holding out? Well it's not that hard to find really. Take your first left off 1st street then go straight 6 blocks then you should hit Wenlock street. 9 buildings down to the right bam , the big neon sign out front should grab your eyes and the beautiful ladies should draw you in. Actually I need to head there anyways."

I out my fingers to my mouth and whistle then the black Buick pulled up to the curb. The jet black exterior shone valiantly in the sun light. Then the back door opened and I extended my hand.

"Alright Gareth jump in and enjoy some wine and we shall take you there my friend."

Altair walks into the sports bar and greets his old friend and comrade ChaosSpike. He sits at the bar and orders a jager bomb and initiates a conversation with ChaosSpike to catch up as it had been awhile since they had had a chance to talk.

walks into the bar.

Hey can I get a yuegling or a lions head?

I notice Altair order his drink and begin speaking with me. I think to myself finally the bar is starting to get some fresh faces in here and some old friends as well. New York is still one of the slowest recovering cities economic wise it seems but things will go on the up turn soon enough. I lit a cigar and slowly puffed a few times and the red embers slowly scorched the brown tobacco. Smoke dwindled to the ceiling slowly swirling like a whirl pool. Walter passed Altair a jager-bomb and nodded to him. He then turned to me and asked.

"Sir what would you like?"

I looked up and said.

"Well I will take a jager bomb as well like my friend here."

Walter smiled and then grabbed one and placed it in front of me.

"Very well sir there you are."

I turned back to Altair and extended my hand.

"Altair it has been a while since I have seen your lineage. How are you doing? Finding your way okay I hope."

I poured the jager into the drink glass and drank it all in one menacing chug. 

"Ah damn those things are pretty good huh?"

Walter nodded to Gordie.

"One Yuegling it is sir,here you are."

He placed the bottle on the bar in front of Gordie.

"How are you today sir? May I asked how you found the place?

"Alright boys time to take the grand opening off the streets follow me into the bar off the street."

I motioned the customers inside.

After some careful thought Altair finally spoke....

"im doing fine actually sir...any I owe It to you and our late comrade Deadpool of course....God rest his soul"

Altair raises his glass to toast his old CL and chugs his jager bomb in his memory....and asks the bartender for another.

" To be dead honest with you sir, my lineage would not be where it is today if it wasn't for you guys. I traveled to the east coast for awhile but I just couldn't find what I was looking for there so I came back to CHI and am now enjoying life on these all to familiar streets....though I came with the intention of seeking you out for an invite, I was informed that you didn't have the space so I settled in the suburbs once again sir. I did manage to get in contact with Deadpool's son though....it makes me sad that I couldn't get home in time to serve under you my old friend...."

"enough about me though sir. how have you been? And how is the crew doing?

"I think you had to much to drink in public Altair come join me in the actual bar not in the streets my friend."

Chuckles and waves over to the bar.

"yea I been bar hopping all over the south side and the suburbs sir"

walks into the bar with ChaosSpike and buys him a drink