"Actually what did you put in this drink?" Insight squints and sees Navent standing in front of him.

"Oh , Navent. My bad I thought you were Tyrael for that split second I phased out" Insight buries his head in embarrassment.

"Rose you recommend the next drink!"

Shaking her head trying desperately not to chuckle continuously, Rose suggested they sit over across the bar at the open table.  Since their small crowd was growing rapidly, she preferred to sit closer together rather than speaking or hollering to someone seats away down the bar.

"Insight, I'm not sure you need a second round just yet, but life is too short to worry.  I will wait until Navent rests a bit before asking for another Sea Breeze.  Hmm, how about you order a whiskey?"

As K_W opens the door to the bar, smells the heavy concoction of smoke, parfum, alcohol and something he can't pinpoint.. (smell of success?) He knows he came to the place his father has been speaking fondly off and his mother was always shaking her head heavily in discontent and disgust...
 His father told him on his dying wish to meet a woman here, with the name of Rose but he has no clue who she was to his late father nor what she looks like. He decides to walk to the bar and sits down and orders a coke, since he is still not of age.

Hello barkeep,

I would like a nice cold coca cola please, the weather has been very sunny and my throat is quite parched.

O yes I'm new to the town, i'm here to see what kind of adventures my father has been on, and to get an idea of what kind of man he was. Ahh you knew him, well it's nice to meet you as well Navent, and you say this other man here @ozio and insight were his friends too, I better join their table as well.

He turns around and meets the eye of a curious chap in the corner and has something that makes him familiar with this person,

hey there kyfo, do we know each other from somewhere?

Kyfo sits in the corner all alone taking his first drink of Jim beam and he gains a little insight about the person he will become. He's a sentimental bastard. Some people go to bars to forget, he goes to bars to remember those moments with his pa. His thoughts are eating him alive but he knows exactly what needs to be done. Meanwhile, the door of The Neverland Bar opens and a skinny black-haired boy walks in full of curiosity. Kyfo recognize that boy right away from a picture at his father's house. He waits for him to finish his cola and he approach him.

* Greetings K_W, please join my table we have many things to talk about*

 RocknRolla walks into the bar, he sighs as he reaches the bar. He takes a seat on one of the bar stools, he pulls out a cigar from a silver case. 

Pulling out a silver metallic lighter with a red flame symbol on it, he lights the cigar and calls the bartender over.

"I'll have a whiskey on the rocks thanks!"

He sits back on the barstool as he waits for his drink, as he takes a puff of his cigar.

Anselmi, a local from Downtown Detroit, recognised as a small-time car-thief and self-styled "entrepreneur", frequents his favourite drinking-hole; The Neverland Bar. He walks in the establishment having just organised the sale of a recently commandeered Cadillac with only one of his most trusted men. Anselmi keeps his head down and keeps himself to himself for the most part; he isn't trying to step on any toes, simply make ends meet.

Anselmi produces a thick wad of bills, courtesy of his most recent customer, from his coat pocket as he approaches the bar - purchasing himself and his lacky a glass of whiskey each. He purchases his Irish favourite. Anselmi, not a man of words or recognised for his social ability, communicates the bare minimum in purchasing his drinks. He and his lacky occupy the corner of the bar and drink in solitude.

As he was finishing his cola and spotting kyfo, K_W becomes aware that the bar he is at is getting quite filled with rather dodgy looking characters. He wonders in what kind places his father would be drinking and whether he would be safe in this place. But seeing a familiar face coming his way he relaxes a bit.

Hi friend,

How are ya doing today, let's go sit in the back corner there and you can tell me all about it. I heard you also came around the shop in LA yesterday, let me go over there later to check if your order is ready for pick-up, or you would need me to send a van to the east coast and deliver it to your place in Philly?

Sits down with Kyfo and looks at him expectantly

Another customer snagged Navent 's attention before she had a chance to invite him to the table.  Sighing softly, Rose stood up then resting a hand tapping her fingers on the bar top.  She  glanced down to her dress noticing the stain was not looking as bad as before, the slight frown on her face showing the disappointment in such delicate fabric ruined.  Insight tapped her arm, nodding in the direction of the other end of the bar, asking if the young man sitting there looked familiar.

Only seconds passed when Rose realized exactly who the gentleman was.  Before she took a step, the man moved off towards a table.  Rose stood there speaking with Insight, commenting how much the man looked so much like his father.  She lightly smacked Insight's shoulder for not recognizing Tyrael's son right away.  The resemblance was uncanny.  She didn't intrude on the gentlemen's privacy, always time to speak later. Her gaze traveled around the bar while waiting for Navent, and she smiled when spotting RocknRolla seated alone at a table.

"Mi scusi un momento Insight.  Why don't you grab that table over there, and I will be right back."

She approached RocknRolla's table then tapped his shoulder.

"Perché stai seduto da solo?  Come join us.  I want you to meet some people.  Come. Come."
 

Insight takes his drink to the table Rose had pointed out, pulls the chair out and sits quietly. looking over to where Rose went, and then to where K_W was at.

"Perfect time for a smoke" Insight thinks to himself. Reaching into his pocket and grabbing his trusty tin, pulls out one of his fine cigars he had got from the smoke shop Nat had in LV. Striking his match and lighting it up Insight waited for the group to get together at the table.

@Aislin- opened the doors with a flourish -I mean c'mon, who does a girl have to blow to get a decent drink around this place. She walked over to the bar seeing a few familiar faces, and some not so familiar faces.

She saw an empty stool near the bar,and popped a squat. She leaned with her elbows on the table over the bar, and smiled at Rayln motioning her over with a wave, "Oooh the woman of the hour, you're just the beautiful soul I've been looking for, I'd like a drink..." Aislin- thought her drink choices over a moment, "But I don't know whats good. So, I'll just have the house special please."

Philly Tarantino has driven to the where The Neverland Bar is located. Philly_Tarantino parks up in his black Pontiac Chromium. Philly Tarantino steps out of the vehicle, he would be dressed properly for a night out. He wears a casual suit with a matching shirt together with another matching tie. Philly Tarantino looks completely different day to night, he now actually appears to be living. Philly enters the bar and examines his surroundings to see if he spots anyone he knows. After a quick glance he spots no one and walks over to order himself a drink. 

"Hey, pal. Fix me up a scotch on the rocks, eh?".

Philly Tarantino spots an empty stool by the bar disk and plumps down on it. He runs his fingers through his just showered hair and after a while rests his elbows on the disk. Philly Tarantino watches the bartender pour up his drink. After the bartender would finish, Philly Tarantino takes a small sip. The alcohol takes Philly Tarantino back to his normal self. Philly Tarantino sets his glass down and small talks to the bartender who does not seem too busy. Philly Tarantino says;

"So, goomba, what's your story eh? How long have you been serving these drinks?".

Philly Tarantino listens to what the bartender has to say as he sips away on the scotch.

Madara strolled into the neverland bar. He was confused at first... he was under the impression this was a "ranch" he quickly realised he'd made a mix up somewhere along the lines. he probably shoulda took that left instead of continuing strait on. Never the less he had entered and it seemed to him to be rude to simply walk out without giving the place a fair chance.

He jigged his booty over to the bar and ordered a packet of crisps. After he explained to the barmaid that they were a lot like "potato chips" but called their proper name, he paid and asked for a glass of orange juice. He'd clearly made enough of a confusion about his whereabouts without adding alcohol into the mix.. He wondered if anyone had claimed ownership since the original owner of the joint had died a while back. She was a legend, so he'd heard. 

He took a seat on a stool and quietly munches his crisps, one at a time, under his mask... waiting for someone to come keep him company.

Madara had gotten bored waiting and decided to wander around the various business districts in the six major cities. Nothing was happening. Even in this, the most happening place in any district, ever. Madara had been venting furiously at random by standers. People were even going so far as to pick up their drinks and move to the furthest available tables to get away from him. 

He didn't care, however. Since being friendly and welcoming had been met with an absolute wall of silence and apathy he felt like trying the opposite and getting all up in peoples shit about his views, instead. 

He turned to the bartender and demanded the bottle be left with the shot glass. He wasn't planning to slowly get drunk but just get there instantly and to hell with the consequences. He'd already spouted blasphemous messages about the town and was already in more trouble than he could possibly handle. So, he decided to roll with it. After a few shots he got up onto a table and began dancing in a way he thought was meant to be provocative but turned out to be creepy and less than sexy.

He poured himself another shot, mid dance... downed it then threw the glass randomly outwards. He heard it smash, but he didn't any screeches of pain or anguish so he presumed he'd managed to miss anyone. or at least, anyone with working vocal chords. 

He began singing, obnoxiously about a purple giraffe which has been sporting purple speedos whilst doing a handstand. 

OOOOOHHH THE GIRAAAFFE DID DANCE! DID DANCE THE WALTZ, HE DID! OOOOHH WOWAH AOAAHH WOAOOOOAAAAAAAhhhhhUUUAH!

People who had previously moved to the furthest reaches of the bar now began spring up in their booths and running out screaming whilst covering their ears. The attempts of the bartenders to bring Madara down off the tables hadn't succeeded as even in his drunken state he was to nimble and agile to be caught by the average human. 

Madara felt a small sense of pride for managing to clear a bar single handedly, without the use of violence. He was hoping that maybe the drunkards would maybe visit another of Detroit's businesses. Since they were all desperately in need of custom.  The economy was in the toilet, as were the efforts of the locals to salvage Detroit's once thriving businesses. 

Madara continued swigging his drink directly from the bottle. Turning more and more into Jack Sparrow from the book "pirates of the caribbean" with every gulp. He wondered if he had enough back hair to fashion into rope which he could use to lasso a couple of sea turtles together.

BOOTSHHTRAP! he slurred out, loudly. Before he "HIC!"ed and passed out. He woke up a short while later with several bar personal standing over him glaring angrily with their arms crossed. One held a metal bucket which they'd used to throw the cold water over Madara

"GET OUT!" they yelled, pointed to the door and told him not to come back again

Lucy had just arrived in Detroit on some business and decided she would stop by the bar that Gracie had mentioned to her before she left. Entering she found her stern facade cracking a bit and actually let out a small giggle at the theme and the waitresses in fairy outfits. Approaching the bar she found a stool and waived down the bartender. 

"Can I get a martini please, extra olives."

Gracie was sitting on the far end of the bar when the woman walked in. She squinted at her, "Wait.." she said, "I know you from somewhere." she stood up, taking her drink with her and moved closer to Lucy_Esposito and really looked at her. "Where do I know you from?" she asked, her words slightly slurred as she had started drinking early, in hopes that everything would stop hurting. 

Joe recognized Gracie immediately but also could tell quickly why she didn't recognize her. It was obvious that she was already rather drunk - though, given what she new Gracie meant to Joe and how much she assumed Joe meant to Gracie she couldn't blame her. Lucy felt like joining her but, so far, hadn't allowed herself to crack at all beyond the small moment behind closed doors at the office. 

"I'm Lucy, I managed Scalise's for Joe - we have met once or twice."

She blinked a few times trying to place the woman and then nodded her head, "Right, you're the bit of skirt I was scared might try to seduce Joe." she said, and then she waved the bartender over, "Don't worry, I got over that pretty quick." she said forcing a smile for the woman, "I'm not going to be the best company tonight." she said softly and then bit her lip as she felt her eyes fill up with tears, "But," she sniffled, "Sure beats drinking alone, right?" she added in a choked voice before swiping her hand across her face to get rid of the god damn tears. 

Joe studied the woman for a moment before  small snort escaped her

"I'm sorry, I typically wouldn't make light at a time like this, but Joe was never . . . my type; and frankly he was head over heels about you. He was a brother too me though, it's going to be odd not having him around the office."

Lucy tried hard to compose herself for a moment but couldn't help it when a tear ran down her face. Clearing her throat somewhat roughly she added to the bartender, "you know what, throw a shot of something along with that martini, I don't care what as long as it's strong."

Gracie nodded her head, "Yeah, he had awful taste." she joked before awkwardly patting the woman on the shoulder, "I'm sorry." she finally said, "I...I understand how you feel." she managed before sniffling again. Wiping her eyes once more she watched as the bartender came over with the martini and two shots. "Oh." she said, "Well, I guess it won't kill me." she joked, as she lifted the shot glass. "To Joe," she finally said before tossing the shot back and making a face. 

"To Joe" Lucy repeated before throwing back her own shot and grimacing slightly and coughing. "Sorry, shots are not normally my thing."

Lucy sat quietly a moment taking a sip of her martini before speaking again, "You know what, to hell with this. I don't know about you but something tells me Joe would not want us sitting here getting drunk and moping around about him - okay maybe the getting drunk part - but not the moping about. I say we do something fun - any ideas?"