As you're walking with your friends, arguing about the busted robbery attempt you crash into a rushed messenger.  Before you can unholster your weapon, he takes out a flyer and hands it to you and he disappears just as fast as he appeared.

The Tipsy Nugget

If you're wanting to loosen up after a long day of robbing and killing then come on down and enjoy booze and whatever else you want(within reason).

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As you realize this sounds like the perfect way to unwind after the failed robbery, you look up from the flyer to see a bare looking building with a sole wooden sign reading, "The Tipsy Nugget". You and your friends cross the street making sure everyone stops for you. As you make your way to the building  you reach for the door handle, you read the note on the door that says, "Knock". After you pound your greasy knuckles on the door for couple seconds, a large bald man wearing all dark clothing creaks open the door and asks why you're knocking on his door.

"I-I came for booze and fun times" as you raise up the flyer to his face. He coldly stares at you for a while before it turns to a welcoming smile. "Well come on in." he says as he opens the door to a warm looking and newly furnished bar that smells of fresh mahogany. You and your friends walk up to the bar and sit in the stools looking at the other patrons having a good time. A man comes out from the back with a couple bottles and a name tag on his shirt that reads, "Kompton".

"What can I get you all this evening."

Disclaimer: We do not sell nuggets despite the name.

Walking down the street casually she is stopped by a young man , he hands her a flyer that says "The Tipsy Nugget"  she chuckled and thought to herself "I gotta see what this place has to offer" . 

She knocks on the door and holds up the flyer, the door opens and she takes a seat at the bar.

"May I have a glass of red wine please"

Kompton looks up from talking to the three tipsy gentleman about horse racing to see Ms. Freelancer sit down at the end of the bar and wave over to him. "I'll be right back guys." says Kompton as he breaks out a bottle of red wine and pours her a glass.

"So how are you doing this fine evening Ms."

She sits there enjoying the atmosphere in the bar when the bartender shows up, she smiles at him.

"I'm doing pretty good sir, how about yourself?"

She notices the gentlemen at the other end of the bar cheer and get more excited , one could assume one of their horses won.

"I'm doing just fine, just trying to drum up so business to make sure I got a steady stream of clean cash."

Kompton cleans a couple glasses before pouring another drink for Freelancer.

"So what brought you to my establishment, I hope it wasnt the thought that we sell nuggets." chuckles Kompton.

She takes a sip of her drink, before she smiles at Kompton.

"It was the nuggets that made me check out your establishment, but now I see that you got a nice selection of liquor so thats a good enough reason for me to stop by.

Freelancer continues to enjoy her drink.

Roquelaure pulls her jacket close around her trying to shield her from the wind and cold. Looking for some kinda of warmth she spies a sign advertising the Tipsy Nugget. Looking around quickly she decides to trot across the street to the inviting warmth of the place.

The fresh smell of mahogany embraced her making her feel even warmer then the building did as she found a place to sit down. Pulling her smokes from her back pocket she looked around for some matches, and then sighed when she saw none.

Excuse me.. Roquelaure, didn't mean to startle the bartender and she watched him spin around.

Red wine? Hopefully a cabernet and a match? She was rubbing her hands together trying to get the last of the chill from her bones.

Kompton continues to converse with Freelancer about politics and the streets before he hears another customer call for his attention. "One moment Freelancer." Kompton says as he walks over to Roquelaure.

"Hello ma'm, a bit chilly tonight isn't it.". Kompton pours her a glass of red wine and starts patting his pockets looking for some stray matches, but realizes he used the last one on a smoke to calm his nerves right before the grand opening. Kompton runs over to the passed out gentleman and lifts some matches from his coat pocket.

"So Miss Roquelaure what are you doing out here on this cold night right after getting your brand new headquarters?" 

Roquelaure give off a smile of delight at the match and then strikes one after placing her smoke in her mouth. Taking in a puff she looks up at Kompton quiet happily.

Well I broke my hammer, and needed to get another and it seemed all the stores around were closed for the holidays. All I wanted to do was to fix the door that I had broken earlier.

I guess fixing wooden items isn't my forte.. She gives a slight laugh as she takes in a sip of her wine, but then holds up a bag and nods.

Lucky for me around the corner over there I found a hardware store that was twenty four hours!

Freelancer places her empty glas at the bar and looks over at Kompton.

"Any chance I can get another one of those, and are you sure you don't serve nuggets?"

Bloodpanic paced around the alleyway, trying to build himself the courage to go inside. The flyer was invitation enough, but this wasn't some hooch in his friend's basement, but the real deal! Whether it was courage or cold, he finally made up his mind to go inside. He let out a sigh of relief as the door man let him in, shoving the flyer into his pocket before taking a good look at the bar. He shivered as he let the air warm his bones, and tentatively made his way to the bar. He sat down quietly and rubbed his nose with a kerchief before putting it back into his pocket, waiting patiently for the bartender to be finished with his small talk.

Zinner went inside a place called The Tipsy Nugget and took a seat bty the bar. She had just been in New York visiting some family right after Christmas, but as she sat at dinner with the family. It was her friend that had asked her to come to Detroit to help out with some things. And since it was her best friend she couldn´t just ignore the call so she took the next flight out to Detroit and they had decided to meet at this local bar.
She wasn´t familiar with this bar but it looked good so far.

A waiter came up to her and asked her what she would like to have.

"Hi there. I would like a scotch with ice and some water. Do you have anything to eat while I wait for my friend?"She asked him.
 

Tony walks into the nugget hoping to see his old family friend Kompton.  Tony sit's a an table and orders a glass of Irish whiskey.  Tony thinks back to the last time he drunk Irish whiskey he was a teenager and hoping to be called by a old timer.  He sip's his whiskey as he recall's his first piece of work, collecting for the boss as an associate.   He smiles as he drinks on and ask the waitress to bring the bottle as he finishes his glass. 

Tony then starts thinking how lucky he was to be at the right place at the right time which lead to becoming a made member.  His bottle arrives and he immediately pours himself a refill and leans back in his chair looking around the bar.

Kompton takes a break from speaking with Roquelaure about the state of her new forts and the convenience of a 24 hours hardware store to curb Miss Freelancers thirst for more wine.

"No ma'm we dont serve nuggets and we never will but I can fix you up something in the back if you want, when I have a chance."

Kompton begins to chat when he notices he has more customers to tend to, he walks over to a familiar face in Bloodpanic and begins to chat with him about the on goings of Detroit.

"So what can I get for you this evening, my friend."

Kompton cleans up the front of the bar while Bloodpanic decides what he wants to drink and notices a young lady patiently waiting for him to bring her the drink he had forgotten.

"Here you go ma'm" he says as he pours a scotch with ice for Zinner.

"We do have some food, anything in particular?"

Kompton goes to Tony's table and grabs a seat to catch up with his old friend.

"Hey Tony it's been a while, what have you been up to?"

Freelancer enjoys her drink as she notices more people showing up in the bar.

"I wouldn't mind something to eat, if its not too much of a hassle sir"

Tony shakes Komptons hand and nods.

It has been awhile my friend nice joint you have here should bring you a pretty penny.  Your fair city is very lively, I like it.  I'm glad to be back in action and trying to catch up with some old friends.  How have you been?

Tony finishes his drink and pours himself another.  Then offers to pour Kompton one.

Bloodpanic cursed his indecision as Kompton's attention was diverted to another customer. He watched as he poured Zinner a drink. He coughed nervously and pointed at the scotch.

"I'll, uh, have what she's having."

There, he said it. Now all he had to do was relax and get the feel of this place. In a couple of weeks this will all be like home to him.

Tobias is walking in the business district after a long and tiring day. It's cold and windy outside so he wants something that will keep his body warm. He heard some good music and loud laughs across the street and decided to check what's going on. As he comes closer to a building, the laughs become louder and the smell of liquors is floating around. He saw this sign on the building:

The Tipsy Nugget

He whispered:

"So this is the so called The Tipsy Nugget, I keep hearing this from my crewmates."

Tobias decided to check the place out. He entered and sit in the corner waiting for the famous server in the bar...

Zinner looked up at Kompton as he came over to her table. She had heard him answer "No", tp Freelancers question about the nuggets, so she wouldn't ask him about that even though she really would love some nuggets. She would just have to settle with something else.
She thought of what she would want instead and figured a nice salmon would be good if he could give her that. 

"I would like a fried salmon if you have that, otherwise could you please tell me what else you have?", she asked hoping that would be okay.