Bishop didn't pay much attention to anything going on outside of the piano room for the moment. Instead he took his shot, downed his beer, and moved back over to the piano to tickle the ivories a bit more... Placing both hands aloft the keys, he pressed softly and inhaled with pleasure. The minor chord filled the room before his fingers danced with the white and back, playing a nice tune...(click to hear).

While enjoying dinner with Ms. Logan I hear a tune coming from the grand piano room.

"Ms. Logan do you hear that?, pardon me for a moment I need to check this out, I will return in a few minutes." I stand up and walk over to the room where the noise was coming from, it was indeed coming from the piano near the bar where a slightly underdressed man was playing. I approached him, sliding a bar stool near him at the piano as he wrapped up the song.

"That was impressive, never heard that before... where did you learn to play?." I reach out to shake the mans hand "Names Darmody by the way, I own the establishment here."

Having finished her dinner, Kate follows Darmody into the bar area.

"Hey! Bishop! Good to see you again. This is Darmody. He's a friend of mine, as well."

Bishop, having been completely taken by the music and whisked away to his homeland, startled as the gentleman spoke to him.

"Back home in Éire..." he paused, "Ireland." Noticing the man's hand waiting, Bishop reached out and took a firm grip. "Sorry about that, lad," he gestured to the piano. "Am certain it's been years since I laid me fingers on a piano. Pleasure be mine, Mr. Darmody. Me name's Bishop."

He finally released the man's hand and gave Kate a nod, "An' always a pleasure ta see you, Miss Logan."

He turned his attention back to Darmondy, "Be a great place ya go' here, so it is. Certainly this piano! Takes me back ta me time in tha army when we been in pubs an' I play fer me broders. Been many times music an' drink be tha only thing keep us goin'. Someone play tha fiddle, I play eit'er me penny whistle or tha ivories. Craic agus ceol go loer. Fun an' music."

He chuckled and then looked at the two, his face turning serious, "Hope I did'nae interrupt a meetin' wit' me fockin' around."

"No of course not, we were just enjoying dinner, the music caught my attention... it was catchy.

I turn and signal for the bartender to get Ms. KateLogan and Bishop a drink.

"You served huh?, I did to!, 2 years in Germany... see a lot of crazy shit, I must say in my years over there I never heard anyone play like that."

Bishop chuckled, "Did'nae fight tha same war as you, Mr. Darmody... I fought agains' tha crown in Ireland, France, England." He looked to Kate, then back to Darmody.

"I served wit' tha IRA. Fightin' fer freedom fer tha Republic o' Ireland. I been a wee lad when I joined tha cause in 1917, when I been but only sixteen. In '22, me own broders shoot me mate down in cold blood. I could'nae follow broders I could'nae trust, so I left an' made me way to America..."

Bishop finally stopped and took a drink of the pint that Darmody had ordered for him with a satisfied, "Ahhhh, now tha's good stuff..."

He looked back to Darmody, "Ya serve wit' any boyo's from me homeland? If nae, then that be why ya naer hear'd playin' like that before." He winked with a laugh.

"I can only remember one Irishmen, last name was Flannigan. He was there during my last year in Germany, we were good friends. Month before I came home... he stepped on a mine!, wasn't watching where he was going, was a shame to see someone so young go... but that's war I guess."

I look to Ms. Logan before taking a sip of whiskey.

Bishop frowned, "Aye, ya see alo' o' shite an' then ya go home... But ya never really come home, hi? I know I naer been tha same since war. Do'nae sleep as well, an' find it hard ta trust ot'ers."

He lifted the pint to his lips and downed the whole glass.

"T'anks fer tha drink."

Kate accepted her drink from the waiter and sipped it, quietly listening to Bishop and Darmody. She'd never seen war- not like them, at least, although she'd seen a lot of shit in her life. 

Didn't we have a drinking contest rain check, Bishop?

She grins mischievously. 

Bishop turned to Kate, "Tá, we did lass. How many ya had so far?"

He returned her grin with a smirk of his own. Getting shitty in the 313 seemed rather fun, and there was already a piano so he wouldn't have to sing a cappella. He reached to a near table and sat the empty pint glass on it before returning his hands to the white and black keys of the piano. He ran a few scales, major and minor, up and down the ivories to warm his fingers before she answered.

Kate smiles at Bishop.

"A couple. What about you? I can catch up if I need to."

It had been a rough few days. Walter wasn't happy at all. In fact he'd almost lost his job at UBS Network. It had all started the other night when he left the lounge. He'd gone out to his car and gotten in. Harry wasn't around so it looked like he was going to have to drive himself home. That wasn't a big issue, he'd driven before, it wasn't hard. So he'd taken a swig of 'The Commanding officer' from his emergency flask, taken a big bite of Kiva Chocolate, put the radio on... Miss Cindy was playing, and off he went. He was cruising along, minding his own business when he pulled up to a set of lights. A Woman was pushing an obviously drunk man away from her. Now, it was important to realise that this guy was average Joe drunk, not high class drunk like Walter. Walter being the perfect gentleman leaned over and shouted to the woman.

"Excuse me miss, is everything all right?"

Looking up the 'woman' picked up her purse and turned to Walter.

"Yeah, you wanna date?" said the woman, sensing a chance to save her evening.

"I Beg your pardon?"

Walking to wards the car the woman shouted for Walter to turn down the music.

"Lower this shitty assed music. I said do you want a date?"

"Are you a Lady of the night? A Courtesan?" asked Walter with a smile.

"Look, I don't know what your talking about, ok? I'm a goddess and a fucking model. Now, do you wanna go on a date with me, or not?"

"Sure I'd like to go on a date."

The 'woman' opened the door and got into Walter's car. "Hi"

"Hi"

"Just go down a few blocks, I know a good spot."

So Walter drove, and then turned down a side road and up an alley until he was at the back of a club. Once stopped, Walter turned to the 'Woman' and asked her if she wanted some Whisky or Marijuana chocolate, as he had both.

"Slow down baby. Look, we should probably talk business first. Do you know what type of girl I am?"

"Well you said that you were a Goddess and a Model."

"I'm a transexual, do you know what that means?"

"Oh yes, I was at the US Open when Renée Richards made her debut, but I would never have guessed that of you. Which i hope you don't mind me saying?"

"No, that's ok. Most people just assume I'm a 'biological girl' or what ever that means."

"And does that mean you have an intact penis?"

"Why don't we just say I have a 9 inch clit. Does that bother you?"

"Noooo, I'm English."

"Ok. So what do you wanna do?"

"Umm, might I nurse on your breasts? Things have not been going well for me at work, and at home, and ah, to suckle would be of great comfort."

"You just wanna kiss on my titties?"

"Yes, that would be lovely."

So the woman got out her breasts.

"There, no implants, just Au natural. Titties grown from hormones and healthy eating." laughed the woman.

"The World has changed so much. May I?"

"Sure."

As Walter leaned over, he paused for a moment.

"oh, I didn't ask your name my dear?"

"Gisele."

"I know we've only just met, Gisele, but I like you, very much. Thank you for being kind to me."

"I like you too."

And as Walter leaned in to suckle, that's when all hell broke Loose.

"This is the Detroit Police Department. Put your hands over your head and step out of the car."

"Oh no!" Exclaimed Walter.

"I gotta make a run for it. I can't get arrested, my momma would freak out."

AS Gisele tried to make a run for it, a cop grabbed her hard and dragged her back to Walter's car. Walter saw this and turned to the cop.

"Hey! You're being too rough with her! Let her go!"

The Cop turned towards Walter, "Stand down sir and put your hands on the car." He turned back to Gisele who was struggling. Walter grabbed the cops other arm, who turned and drew his baton.

"Don't fucking touch me."

He swung at Walter, but years in the military took over. Walter blocked the cops arm up high, and kneed him in the nuts. His partner drew his gun and fired, hitting low and wide, kneecapping his partner who, already on his way down, crumpled in a heap when his knee blew out. Walter turned to the girl.

"Run Gisele, save yourself."

As Gisele ran, more cops arrived. The shocked shooter levelled his gun at Walter, who disarmed him with his partner's baton, before striking the cop across the jaw, sending him to the floor in a crumpled heap also. Walter, panicking at this point started to run around his car, with 5 or 6 cops chasing him, and that's when the press turned up. It was chaos. Gisele held by two cops, Walter running round in circles being chased like a scene from the Keystone cops, Flash bulbs popping as Newspaper reporters recorded all of this for posterity. Finally, cornered, Walter climbed on top of his car and was surrounded by Police with guns.

"Get off the car Mr Blunt!"

"No! Everybody go away!"

"Mr Blunt you have to get off the car now! You are in serious trouble."

"I will not get down, I need HARRRRRRY!"

"Sweetheart, just get down, they'll shoot you." interjected Gisele.

"Gisele, I'm so sorry you had to witness this. We did nothing wrong!"

"I know baby, just please get Down."

"Mr Blunt, it is time to get down from the car... whoa!"

At that point Harry emerged from the back of Walter's car, where he had been all along.

"Whoa whoa whoa, hey, hey. Who's that? Hands up. Hands up!"

Harry immediately raised his hands, a bemused look of consternation on his face.

"Major. You seem to have found yourself in a spot of bother."

"Harry, there you are, where have you been?" sighed Walter, the situation had suddenly tired him immensely, at 76 he didn't have the stamina he once had.

"I was passed out on the back seat Sir, but you better get down from there, you're surrounded."

"Its the Falklands all over again Harry. By Land, by Sea." Walter shook his fist in defiance.

"Mr Blunt, Get down from the Car!" Ordered one of the cops.

"I don't feel well Harry. I ate some chocolate marijuana and its starting to kick in. My feet are vibrating and my thoughts are odd."

"I've told you before Major, edibles are dangerous. You have to think of them as time release vitamins. Take very little."

"O Gertrude, Gertrude, when sorrows come, they come not single spies but in battalions."

"Mr BLUNT!"

"This is not the audience for Hamlet Major."

"Its not?"

Harry shook his head. And so Walter and Gisele had been led away in cuffs.

Of course, KateLogan had bailed him out. She was such a nice young girl. And now he was here. He'd promised James for ages that he would come and check out his new restaurant, but had so far managed to avoid doing so. Now he was out of options. Kate had made him promise to go to Darmody and get a Coffee and something to eat before calling to see her in her office.

Dealing with UBS would be worse than dealing with Kate though. Walter opened the door and went inside.

After a bunch of drama broke out with Walter, Ms. Logan informed me of the situation, and that she was not pleased. Walter walked through the door and sat at the bar where I immediately met up with him.

"Walter what the fuck was that about? Running around cars!, you need to pull yourself together, and quick. You know Ms. Logan don't tolerate this kind of non sense!."

After another long day I decided to relax in the outdoor seating area, sun was just about down and the lights from the other side of the river made for a nice view. I ordered a steak and some red wine, I figured Ms. KateLogan would be by at some point, if so I wouldn't be hard to find. I planned on just taking in the view and whoever came by was more then welcome to join me.

 Vito comes out of the back room office that he found himself working out of ever since he took the manager position here.  The crowd at the restaurant was slightly busy but manageable.  Most of the current diners were already seated and eating and the waiters and waitresses seemed to have it under control seeing that Vito decided he could take a bit of a break.  Walking through he caught sight of Darmody sitting in the outdoor area eating a steak dinner. He decided to join him.  He sits down at the table and waves over a waiter. 

"Lemme have the Pasta Braciole and a glass of white wine please"

The waiter takes down the order and heads off to put it in. Vito turns to address Darmody

"Steaks here aren't bad Darmody, but ya gotta mix it up from time to time ya know? Anyway how you doin' buddy? Another long day?"

"Well the restaurant business is always busy, I knew that going in, you should know you been in the back for days going over the numbers." I say with a slight chuckle.

"Mix it up?, I like my steak...I can tell your a pasta guy Vito, but I guess that's to be expected being 100 percent Italian. So what's new?."

"Yeah you know, new business opens, gotta know the numbers are done right, or so my accountant tells me,  Truthfully I been learnin' all this managerial shit from him.  Gimme a gun and tell me who to shoot, that's no problem thanks to the army.  I would've never thought I'd be managing a restaurant when I was in the service."

The waiter comes over and drops off the food and glass of wine in front of Vito.

"And of course I'm a pasta guy, but ya can't just eat that all the time either, just like the drinks.  I'm not even a wine drinker like that, but hey, gotta try new things."

Vito says then he begins to dig into his food

"Well your doing great, business is thriving so it shows your doing your job". I take a drink then ask Vito a serious question, "Do you know anyone we can use for a reliable liquor source?, eventually we will need more boos so we need someone reliable to keep the place stocked."

Vito chews slowly as he hears Darmody's question and takes a few sips of wine as he thinks about it.

"Booze huh? Ya know if Ms. Logan wants this place to be clean then you should probably go for clean liquor.  We could probably talk to Walter about who he uses to supply his lounge or maybe put a word out to one of the other shop owners around here for a good source.  Streets always talk and all that. "

Vito then takes another slow sip of wine, then looks around before leaning in closer to the table and saying in a lower tone

"But if you were lookin' to save a little on the money end of things I could check out with some people I know on the streets about a truck or two that gets left..."unattended".  but it might take awhile as I gotta make sure we wouldn't be steppin' on anyone's toes."

"I like the truck idea, saving money never hurts."

I take a bit of steak, and sip my wine, "no rush we got plenty, but keep me posted on if you have anything on the trucks, you know where? And when?."