eZ_M0ney is walking down the poorly lit streets of Downtown, Detroit. He's thirsty for some whiskey. He'd just sold a large shipment of cocaine in Chicago for a healthy profit and was finally back in his hometown after a long trip. He walked into the first bar he saw. Walking toward the bar, with his fedora tilted down low and his trench coat soaking wet from the rain, he picked out his bar stool before he even got there. He sat and gave a quick nod to the barkeep.

"What'll you have?" the bartender asked.

"Whiskey. Straight. Double," he told to the bartender, laying down a grand. He pushed the fat stack of cash towards the bartender, "Get a round for the whole place also."

"Yes sir!" the bartender hurried to pour his whiskey.

He sat there, with an expressionless face, slowly sipping away at his whiskey. He turned around to face the crowd. He scanned the faces in hopes to find a familiar one, if not, at least a pretty one to go talk to and keep himself entertained.

"Anything else for you sir?" asked the bartender.

"Another whiskey, and keep them coming every fifteen minutes. Thanks," he told the bartender with a clear objective on his mind--to get fucked.

He kept on with his whiskey, just looking for trouble.

"Ez, my friend, this is the streets, lets take this party outside!"

Appearing from nowhere, a young man approaches eZ_M0ney. Throwing his arm over his associates shoulder, he lurches forward, pulling the pair towards the door. Grasping a bottle concealed in a bag in one hand and his cohort in the other, Rossi bursts out onto the streets of Detroit and throws his arms in the air. 

"Motor city! We can do anything we fuckin' want, my friend!"

He points at the mans chest while over enthusiastically selling the city.

"The people, the money, the sights and sounds! You want to drink? Lets crawl the streets until we're chased into the next joint we come across by the law!"

eZ_M0ney was happy to see a familiar face--and what better face than an associate of the House of Sin.

"Rossi, you're right! Although, you are wrong about something. Do you really thing that that little bottle will be enough for the night that we have ahead of us? Don't be a fool! Let me buy us each a bottle. Please!" he explained to Rossi enthusiastically.

Rossi and eZ walked into the nearest liquor store and they approached the counter.

"Hey friend. Me and my pal Rossi are celebrating. Give me two of your most expensive bottles of whiskey!" he was almost screaming at the man behind the counter.

"You two wreak of booze. I'm not selling you a damn drop of alcohol," the man seemed furious.

"Listen here moron. Sell me two bottles of your finest or I'll put a damn bullet in your head," he moved his trench coat aside to reveal a Model 37M.

The man stood behind the counter speechless and frozen with fear.

"Didn't you hear me? Is this pistol not enough 'cause I got some Tommy's outside if that's more you taste friend," he began to get upset.

"Sorry, sorry. Here. These are my most expensive bottle. They're on the house," the man handed him two bottles of premium whiskey--almost dropping them from shaking so much.

"Keep the change and buy yourself something nice. Goodnight sir, and sorry for the inconvenience," he apologized while place three grand on the counter and walking out the door.

"Rossi, my friend! The night is young and so are we! Let's go find some fuckin' trouble!" he celebrated and tossed Rossi a bottle.

"Well..well...well...so you wanna' torch a cops house huh? Sounds like a party to me," said eZ_M0ney as they all stumbled down the street towards the bastard cop's home.

"Looks like nobody is home Darkmickey. Might be the perfect time to hit, but first, a drink," eZ said after taking a drink from the bottle of whiskey. He passed it to Darmickey and he passed it to Rossi. They all put down a bottle of whiskey and fumbled around the back of the home looking for some gasoline to make a Molotov cocktail.

Darkmickey found some gasoline and Rossi poured it into the empty bottle whiskey.

"Here, use my lighter, friend," eZ said as he pulled out a gold-plated lighter from his trench coat.

Darkmickey proceeded to light the cloth and toss the cocktail through a window on the side of the house. The flames grow bigger and bigger until the heat was just too much to handle. The three of them started running down the dark streets of Detroit, nearly falling from the intoxication. They took a quick turn into an alley to catch their breath.

"Darkmickey, you my friend, are a crazy son-of-a-bitch. I like you," eZ told Darkmickey as he shook his hand.

"Hell yeah. Let's hit up a bar," eZ_M0ney said as Rossi passed him the bottle of scotch. Before taking another drink, "We need a bar with a good crowd, pool tables, and good music. I really wanna' shoot some pool. It's been forever since I got in a good game."

They all stumbled down the street towards the bars. While walking down the street, they saw a convey of pigs racing towards a burning home in the distance. They all had a good laugh at the cop's expense. Shortly after, a cop's vehicle pulled up behind them.

"What are ya'll doing out here on the streets so late at night fellas?" the cop asked.

"What's it to you, pig?" eZ asked rudely.

"Look asshole, you three are walkin' booze up down a street and there is a burning home not too far from here. Ya'll know anything about that?" the cop asks suspicious of their activity.

"Burning home? We're a little fucked and not really worried about burning homes friend. And even if we knew anything, not like we'd spill anything to a pig," eZ said while oinking like a pig.

"Get your asses inside a bar. If I see you out on the streets again, I'm taking you in. You understand me, boy?" the cop yelled at him and began to back off. He got into his car and drove off towards the fire in the distance.

"What a fucking moron. C'mon. Let's fine a bar," eZ said and gestured Rossi and Darkmickey to hurry along down the street.