queenie was bored, after completing an annoying stack of paper work that had very little to do with her or her criminal empire. She had started to feel exhausted with being royalty and all the rubber stamp sealing that it involved. So she headed to her pub, orders a ribena, sat at a booth and played some up lifting music

Pendulum - Hold Your Colour

After cleaning up the spew that Rayln had left over his crisply pressed uniform, Captain Darling let out a sigh.

Naturally, queenie had made him adjust the ruffles on her dress before he could tend to the vomit on his slacks and the stench had almost overwhelmed him.

After queenie had left, satisfied that her dress looked impeccable, Darling had turned to Rayln and explained that yes, queenie had been joking about the contents of the drink. She found herself terribly amusing and would become quite cross when others didn't find her impish sense of humour to be entertaining.

Washing his hands for the third time, Darling looked into the mirror at his weary face, god, he needed a drink.

He exited the bathroom, and re-entered the bar to order another triple shot of whatever was in the bottle closest to the barman.

Having finished her work for the day Visas had decided to journey to that cess pit queenie called a pub while it decked out with all the best that royalty could buy Visas liked to point out that her own speakeasy had it all.

This would get queenie all worked up and she would have Cpt_Darling scouring the city for the latest models so her pub could be atleast equal to Visas's.

Visas smiled as she took up a stoll at the bar and ordered a whiskey letting it be knowen that her place had just gotten in the latest juke box sent all the way from Japan and how it was the only one in America at the time.

Captain Darling stood as Visas came over to the bar. He bowed slightly as he greeted Detroit's chairman before sitting back down to finish another shot.

Darling was very careful to make an obvious show of appreciating "Dat Ass" as Visas took to her stool. His mother had taught him that a gentleman does not ogle a lady's derriere; queenie, however, preferred to smack Captain Darling upside the head for not being openly appreciative of the many fine rumps Detroit was proud to possess. Seeing as he currently had to answer to queenie and not his mother,  Darling was sure to whistle his appreciation loudly enough for Her Majesty to hear.

It was of course another case of being damned if you, and damned if you don't. Captain Darling was painfully aware that having obeyed queenie's command of appreciating the ass, she was now very likely to temper tantrum about Darling's open appreciation of dat ass, because queenie was, naturally, a spoiled and jealousy-prone constant delight.

Rae sighed and looked around, realizing she was finally alone. "Good lord." she said to her reflection before turning the faucet on and scooping water into her hand to rinse out her mouth. She wiped her mouth with a paper towel and shook her head, "I might just be safer in here." she said to herself as she braced herself to make her way back into the main part of the bar. 

She finally got up the courage twenty minutes later and headed straight for the jukebox. After putting a few coins in she selected a song and hit play. Making her way back to the bar she ordered a soda, because she thought that couldn't possibly be twisted into anything else other than soda. 

She started tapping her foot when the song started playing and then looked for Queenie and winked. 

Bruce Springsteen - Born in the USA

Rae sighed as she looked around the bar. There were dead bodies literally everywhere. She though she may need to get Bender in here to help her clean up the carnage. He might be interested in that, plus all the free booze would be another draw. Rae stepped between the bodies that littered the floor and headed to the juke box one last time. Putting a few quarters in she selected the final song of the night before heading to the door and flipping the lights out. 

Even from the streets you could hear the song as it began to play. 

GOD SAVE THE QUEEN

Edward Bren was walking with a bit of a spring in his step, he'd just made himself a nice bit of money and was in a great mood. He happened upon an establishment called The Queen's Legs. He smiled at the amusing name and had no doubt that someone had great fun when they announced they were going to 'open the Queen's legs'. Ha!

The irreverence suited his currently playful mood, so he decided he would like to stop in for a drink. He could see staff busy cleaning, and someone was in the final stages of installing new windows. Clearly something big had gone down here recently, but the people working here, didn't seem to be any the worse for wear for it.

Entering the pub, Ed was delighted to see a jukebox, he immediately headed over and placing coins into the slot, he selected something upbeat to suit his mood.

Puttin' On the Ritz

The music from the band started up and Ed found himself clicking his fingers in time to the music as he made his way over to the bar. The barman was restocking liquor bottles as Ed took a seat. Still clicking in time to the music and now bobbing his head too, Ed asked the barman for shot of his best single malt whisky. He motioned for the barman to pour himself one, too and found himself singing along with the music. He'd always loved this tune, it was so catchy, he couldn't help but jive along.

"I'll take another of those, my good man and when you're ready, you go ahead and pour yourself another, too."

Rae saw the lights flick back on and curiously turned around and headed back into the building. She stood there for a few moments, horrifed at what she was witnessing. "You monster!" she cried as the man danced around the corpses. She covered her face with her hands, peeking out between her fingers just in time to see the man pick up the body of a rather ripe dead woman and start twirling her around on the floor. Rae gasped and turned to flee into the night. 

Bender had heard this place was a happening spot when it was alive and thriving. He didn't care much that it had closed down. It was only competition he didn't want or need. He had intentions of opening another casino/bar/dance hall of his own in the central area, probably Chicago. This would have only stolen his customers.

The bodies were all gone, now there was just blood stains, bullet casings and broken glass left to clean up. For unknown reasons the bar area hadn't been looted. Nor had the jukeboxes.

Such a shame! Bender exclaimed to himself, thinking that people were just going to leave all this unlooted before the building was demolished. So, after several trips Bender had loaded all of the booze and jukeboxes onto a truck and transported it all to a storage lock-up he had broken in to. The owner of the lock up wasn't going to be back any time soon and Bender could use all of this to save on the costs of his business ambitions.

Once he had robbed everything of value Bender taked a few of his local business advertisement cards to the doors, boards on the windows and lamp post outside of the entrance to this pub.

Bender's Chumps 'R' Us

Detroit Branch

 

For all your Patsy requirements.

Planning on commiting a crime and need some chump to take the fall?

Fed up of that rival gang trying to muscle in on your turf and want them behind bars?

REALLY want that candy the baby has and hate the snot nosed ginger kid and want to put 2 + 2 together?

Look no further. Bender's Chumps 'R' Us does it all!

 

Located HERE

Detroit, MI

between the Queen's Legs &

A pile of ash once known as Ricky's Pit Stop