swaliny was walking around detroit. she came here often, cause it reminded her of her grandma. Lately she had been a bit sad and felt like her life had no purpose anymore. The daily trades of cocaïne and the crimes were getting kind of boring. It was the only thing she ever did. she looked around her for a bar when she saw a house for sale. it didn't look like it was in bad shape.

"Why don't i just open a bar myself" she thought to herself

walking inside she saw the open spaces were she could easily put tables. In her head the place was already hers but ofcourse it wasn't and it didn't look like she would get it. A small, chubby woman walked over to her and asked her what she was doing here. After a clear sign that she was not welcome there, she went back outside.

Swaliny called her bodyguards and made sure they would meet her here in 20 minutes, just after the last person left the house. They walked inside and afet a small "talk", she got the house free of charge.

months go by and the bar is starting to look great and cosy. the many windows open up the space and the white and black walls give it a cosy vibe. the best part however was the white wall in the back where you can do wathever you want. Draw, scream, color... anything.

swaliny walks outside and hangs op a board.

OPEN FOR BUISINESS

any food or drink available. Just make sure you can pay the price.

swaliny sees farangar walking into the newly opened bar. she glances at him after the hello and walks towards his table with a bottle of self made vodka. 

i got the recipe from the russians and its good.

she pours him a glass and waits for him to drink it. 

so how has life been treating you?

swaliny smiles at farangar and grabs the cuban offered to her.

i'm good, but a little busy. i've been trying to get everything in the best shape possible.

she drinks the vodka as if it is nothing and lights the cigar.

swaliny sees that no-one is comming in so she smles at farangar.

i gotta make sure everyone can have fun here.

she walks to the kitchen and comes back with spaghetti.

i hope you like the food.

swaliny smiles at the way he is eating the spaghetti.

yeah i did, i hope you like it.

she takes another sip of the vodka.

swaliny smiles and thinks of all the times she had had spaghetti.

no, i'm good, but thanks anyways.

she blushes and looks are the man sitting in front of her.

No, no-One has ever Said that, but thanks.

she smiles again and eats some of the leftover spaghetti.

Hisoka was strolling down the crowded streets of Detroit looking for some well needed entertainment for the day. As he looks around the vrooming streets he takes a moment to take in some rays of sunlight as the day was gorgeous outside. Spotting a nearby pub he menacingly licks his lips, placing his hands in his pocket he makes his way inside.

Walking in he notices a few drunken locals who seemed to of crashed here last night. Grinning he takes a seat alone in the corner looking for the bartender. Patiently he sits twirling a few cards in between his fingers while licking his lips, looking over what beer was on tap.

veliotis run into  the bar, holding a newspaper above head to protect him from the rain. As he walked he nudged  a drunk man that was on his way out.

"I am sorry mister..." Said veliotis, 

"Can you tell me where is the restroom?"

The drunk man was really wasted so he just pointed with his hands at the end of the bar a sign, TOILET

veliotis  run in the toilet and took his shirt off. It wasn't easy to notice  at first because of his jacket but he had blood everywhere on his shirt. He started washing the  jacket, as police patrol was  very likely to meet him on his way back home. He double checked his body to see if he wasn't shot. It has been  only three days since he started working for "The Agency" crime family and this was his first contract to kill. He managed to eliminate his target, but hiding evidence wasn't  his best skill. After five minutes of rubbing most of the blood was gone, so he decided to go out. 

As veliotis exited the toilet α fascinating smell of whiskey attracted his attention. He changed his mind about leaving this place at once, and took a sit on the bar. 

"Hey mr Bartender, may I have one glass of your finest whiskey please?"

Hisoka was waiting at the counter for his drink while spotting his friend veliotis over his shoulder. He was sitting at one of the booths, clearly wasted out of his mind already. Whistling he gets his friends attention while grinning.

"You drunk again? Looks like your already about to pass out over there bud!" Hisoka teases with a smile.

"Good to see you in this part of town, may I ask what your out doing tonight?"

Hearing folks gathered together rumoring of the bartenders death he curiously looks over, seeing a few of her family members shedding tears while being comforted. Frowning Hisoka sighs, it's always rough losing the ones you love most...also he was still never got his drink... left sitting there thirsty. Seeing that everyone was distracted he shrugs his shoulders before jumping behind the counter grabbing of the finest bottles of scotch before re taking a seat back in his chair.

Frankie carried on chatting with Hisoka and paid no attention to the intrusion. Others however looked round wondering why a police officer had interrupted their grieving. Out of the corner of his eye Frankie could see him scouring the room looking for his man. He watched as the officer approached people enquiring if they had seen anyone enter recently?

This was a good sign as he obviously hadn't made Frankie so he continued to look deep in conversation with Hisoka. He watched as the officer made his way round the room and more importantly to see if anyone pointed in his direction. He knew it wouldn't be long until he made his way over to his table. He got his story straight in his head and waited.....

It didn't take too long for him to be approached. Frankie had already sussed the room and doubted anyone would say anything (If they valued their lives) if he had to take the officer out.

"How can I be of assistance officer?" he asked.

The cop looked him up and down and then at Hisoka who was now almost slumped on the table cradling his Whisky.

"What's up with your friend?" the cop asked.

"Oh, he's a little bit worse for wear, the deceased was a close friend of his." "What seems to be the problem?" Frankie asked now relaxing back in his chair.

"I was chasing a perp who disappeared on the street outside so my guess is he came in here. Did you see anyone enter in the last few minutes?" He enquired.

Frankie looked shocked and played his role by shaking his head as if disgusted that someone would disrupt this gathering.

"I'm sorry Officer, I didn't see anyone." Frankie proffered.

"Thank you for your time sir, I apologise for the interruption at this sad time." The officer said nodding and retreating towards the door.

Frankie nodded " I'm sorry I couldn't be of more assistance."

The officer left the bar and Frankie raised his glass to Hisoka "Cheers!"