Swaliny walked into an abandont shop. It was the perfect place to start her new store. It would be a place for people to arrange certain methods of making people speak. The plan was there and after a few days she had bought the place and was going to set up. It would be another great place for people to meet eachother, but also for arranging buisness stuff. She started the renovating. She made sure that a small room in the back of the room wasn't. It's a slall room after a thick wall. That will be the screamroom. It will be a room where everything and anything is possible and possible. You will not want to go there unless you are about to do something to someone else or to watch. In front will be a bar. You can drink something, meet a friend and have fun. Behind the bar next to the screamroom will be the shop full of all kinds of knifes, sticks and fun tools that will make your target cry. 

After a few weeks she walks into her shop. One her bodyguards walks up to her. It is ready boss. She walks with her bodyguard trough the bar into a small room. It is perfect. There were a few chains hanging from the seeling, A table full of knifes and other tools and a chair. It was a great room for hurting people. Ok we open in 2 hours. Is the stock for our shop full? Ok. Do we have all the drinks? Ok. Lets start. She walks over to the door and turnsthe signs. She yells "we are open for business!"

We have every drink you want!

The shop is in the back and prices will be discussed!

For the treatment you will have to speak to me, there is a room in the back and i can get every answer you want, for the right price!

Merci is in a cab on the way to the airport as they pass...is that another bar? She hadn't been to that one yet!

"Stop, stop," she tells the driver. She throws him a twenty and gets out, walking through the front entrance. Spotting Swaliny , she has a seat on a stool and asks for a martini, extra olives. She puts down way too much cash on the bar, and when Swaliny looks at her for an explanation, Merci grins.

"The room in the back. I don't have anyone to stick in there, but can I watch?" She asks with a gleam in her eye.

swaliny sees someone coming inside. The woman walks up to the bar and orders a martini with extra olives, a classic. After a stare match she asks if she can watch in the back of the room. 

Sure you can, there is someone right now. I'll ask if he's ok with it. 

She walks to the back of the building and goes into the small room. There is a man standing there. 

Hey dafumetalhead is it allright if merci watches. I know you're not doing much, but maybe she can help. 

She walks back to the bar where merci is still standing. 

He says it's ok. You can even help a bit if you want to. 

They walk to the small room and Swaliny wishes them good luck. 

DaFu was quite startled when Swaliny walked in

Hey bossman, can Merci watch?

Yeah ofcourse, I'm getting tired and need some help

Swaliny walks out again and DaFu waits for them to return and for his French friend to wake up again

Merci follows Swaliny to the room in the back where DaFuMetalhead had been working over some poor fella who was now passed out, slumped over in the chair. Pursing her lips, she looks around.

"Got a car battery around here anywhere we can use?" she asks with a deviant smile.

DaFu laughs wholeheartedly

I like you already Merci !

DaFu turns to his bodyguard

Get the woman a car battery and get me my cigar cutter.

DaFu turns back to Merci

Fun little bar, isn't it?

"Yes, yes it is!" she says, finishing her drink and staring at the unconcious man. "What'd he do, anyway? Rip you off? Steal your woman?"

Merci watches as DaFuMetalhead drops lifelessly to the floor.

"What the fuck?" she asks, looking around. Apparently her new friend had just had a stroke. 

With a shrug, she drops the jumper cables and leaves the bar, hoping she'd run into his next of kin one day.

swalinny walks into her mothers bar. nothing had changed. there was still a vibe of death and she could see the back room door open. she walked over to the counter and stood behind it. she thought of all the people who must have been here and although she lived in la now, she dicided she was going to keep the bar open. she took a wooden plank and hung it outside.

Again open for business. same rules apply. Come and experience what is hopefully a good time.

she waited patiently for the first costumors to arrive.

Early in the morning, almost three AM to be precise and Argyle needed something to do and quickly. Would he just walk around the busy streets of Philadelphia, or perhaps hang out at the brand new bowling alley which just opened up a few days ago? Neither. Instead he opted to take a plane all the way to Detroit and see what they had to offer in the city of, uh, cars I guess -- he wasn't sure if Detroit had a cool name and didn't feel like looking it up at the library. 

Upon arrival, the man walked over to the business district of the city. It took a while, as cities are a lot larger than one would think and he had no idea where this district actually was. Finally however, he made it to the area in question and looked around, there were a lot of establishments to choose from, but one in particular had caught his eye, if only for the name of it.

scream or talk

Not sure what it meant, Argyle worked the door open after a few moments of struggle and made his way inside. It was just a bar, but that didn't matter much to him. He was a man of thirst, and what better way to quench it then with alcoholic beverages. Nodding over to the area with all of the alcohol, he placed some money onto the counter area.

"Give me your finest drink! I'll take two of your finest rum."

That's when he noticed the other areas of the business. It wasn't just a bar after-all, but he wasn't a violent man and weapons did not attract him as much as one would think. Being a man of eloquence and... oooh shiny. He walked over to the other part, completely forgetting about his drinks he had just ordered nor the money he had placed onto the counter. 

"How much for this rather shiny pointy thing?" 

It was important for him to have it. He must have it.

swalinny sees a man walking in after a slight struggle with the door. He comes closer and uts some money on the table. He asks her two of her finest rum. As a matter of fact she has a bottle of pyrat rum in the back. It's a very expensive brand of rum and she only gives it to the people she thinks would be able to appreciate it.

She walks to the back and as she returns the man is gone. She looks and sees him standing in the shop. With a rather questionable expression on her face she walks to the man. He didn't seem like the violent type. The man looks at her and asks her question she had hever heard before. 

"How much for this rather shiny pinty thing."

she looks at him and as he smiles. 

For 200 dollars it's all yours. It's a quite a rare piece.

Mulling it over in his head for a while, he finally nods to the person now standing before him and fumbles with a couple hundred dollar bills within his pocket. He should really invest in a wallet one of these days, but eventually the money works its way into his hands off of the floor as Argyle deftly pulls two bills from the large wad and hands them over to what looks to be the boss of the operation. Darting a smile towards them he pulls the rather dangerous object from where it sits and does a couple pirouettes like a professional before quickly meeting the floor as he too tumbles like the money had previously, luckily the weaponry does not pierce him on the way down.

"Hmm... well, maybe I shouldn't have this, but no matter. I'll learn! I'm quite a fast learner, you see?", he cuts the air with the knife a couple of times before sheathing it into his wad of money accidentally. To save himself from more embarrassment he quickly leaves the weapon shop and back to the bar area where he notices the rum.

"So how much would this be?"

Standing there like a child in a candy shop, he waits for the answer.

swalinny looks at the man playing with the knife. She can see he is not a professional, but that doesn't matter. He just bought it and she made money. That's a great thing. She sees the man walking back to the bar where the rum is sitting. The man asks for the prise and swalinny smiles.

As this is a pretty rare bottle i guess i can give you a glass for 20 dollars. I hope you enjoy it. You seem like a man that can appreciate that.

she gives him the glass and smiles.

Btw, i'm Swalinny. Nice to meet you.

Frowning to himself the man grabs a large wad of cash from his pocket, placing it into a cup he slides it across the table.

"But what about the entire bottle?! How much would that cost me? I have the capital for it, I can assure you."

Taking a seat he pulls the glass of rum to his lips and takes a swig, before jolting back a bit. Reacquainting himself with the taste of the rather harsh drink, he takes another sip before setting down the glass. It had been a long day and luckily this was exactly what he needed to take the edge off of things.

"Does $800 sound about right?"

He sat and continued to drink, waiting for a response from the owner.

"It is I, Argyle. Nice to meet you."

swalinny smiles at argyle. He really is nice. In this life, you can not trust anyone completly here. But argule looked like a genuinly nice guy. 

 I have to be honest with you argyle. Although 800 dollars sounds great, it is far to much. 400 will do for sure. I like you, so i am not gonna make you pay way to much. 

She smiles at him as he gives her the money. She hands him the bottle.

here you go. I hope you enjoy it.