Wandering one of the many streets in the Corktown district of Detroit, and having been doing so for some time, the buildings around you begin to blur together. It gets hard to differentiate the separate structures from each other, or to discern their purpose. One building does jump out at you, if for no other reason than the glaringly bright green neon sign outside its nondescript door advertizing alcoholic beverages inside. With nothing better to do, and cottonmouth creeping up on you, the door creaks as you push it open.

Once your eyes are given time to adjust to the dimly lit room, you begin to make out various objects and figures. Naturally, a bar lines one side of the room, a tired looking man leaning onto it from behind, nearly falling asleep with his face in his hands. A couple larger men straddle stools opposite him, each with a similarly large drink clutched in his palm. Something about their demeanor tells you that these are not their first drinks of the night.

Averting your gaze from them to the other side of the room, you spy a solitary man at a booth, a plate of food in front of him containing the remains of what looks like a burger and fries as he studies a piece of paper. Walking further into the room, you see random numbers scribbled on his paper with figure marks beside them. Taking a closer look, you can see that he is very well dressed in a crisp suit and tie, despite his surroundings, and unlike the two men at the bar he actually seems to have taken a shower recently. Noticing your wandering eyes, he gives you a curt nod and slides the paper into his shirt, likely depositing it into an inside pocket, before standing from his table and brushing past you on his way out the door. You shrug it off, figuring his business is his own, before making your way to a stool at the bar.

The barkeep drags himself over, his half-closed eyes looking at you in a very uninterested manner before he takes your order and serves you. If you were smart, you would have ordered a burger, this particular bar being well known for them. Regardless, you stomach your food and drink and, for some unknown reason, try to make small talk with the large men a few seats over. As it turns out, they know a decent way to turn a coin, if you pick your team right.

The smaller of the two men jerks his head to the side, your eyes following to a door in the back of the room. With a little spare cash in your pocket, and always on the lookout to increase it, you take your chances and make your way through the mysterious door of mystery. In stark contrast to the prior room you are met with a soft warm reddish glow, the room seeming much like that belonging to a high-end hotel, polished wood glistening from arms and legs of cushioned chairs, bronze lamps shining in their own light, and a sweet fragrance that is not unlike a cigar. Or perhaps pipe tobacco.

Behind a desk made from a fine-looking wood (also polished) sits a man in a suit, looking through ledgers and tapping away at a calculator, occasionally writing down small notes in said ledgers. To draw his attention you quietly clear your throat. He looks up at you with a smile and sets his pencil down, closing the current book he was writing in.

“Ah, welcome! How can I be of service?” he begins, motioning to a chair in front of the desk, inviting you to take a seat. You smile back and accept his offer, sitting down before him as you get to the point.

“I hear you have a way to increase profit via a certain sporting event.” You try to play it cool, not wanting to get nabbed by the cops again. He nods and pulls out a sheet of paper.

“I do indeed. The game, my friend, is football. The old pigskin. Would you like the rundown of the details?” You nod, not wanting to get into anything without knowing what it is first.

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charmander is wondering the streets of Detroit and sees another bar but sadly sees a close sign she sighs feeling thirsty for alcohol..

"A Sports bar, now were talking"

Yells Booklet as races over, wish had one back home

*Closed*

"oh well"

Booklet sighs finds a crate to sit down and drown his sorrows on

Walking by the bare strip of stores in detroit Sentinel see's one in particular that would have interested him but sighed....

*Closed*

the curse of detroit seemed to reign supreme again