ePiC redecorate the abandon botique he had passby a week ago and decide to buy it with a good amount and started his business on making new suits.

Outside the building you can see a full Nisan flowers, daisies, roses, and lilies, in front of the botique has tables and chairs for costumers who want to wait and make a little meal in there, the tables and chairs stand in a carpeted green grasses. When you go inside you will see a very fine antique decoarations and all the works of the finest tailored dress made by the finest tailor only found in detroit. Epic walks around the new botique and he was please to see what arrangement he had made on his new store, he goes to the counter and wipe his table when a first costumer  ring the bell outside the door and entered the store.

“Good day Sire/Madam welcome to the finest botique you can ever see here in detroit, is there anything I can do for you?” as ePiC shows his new costumer to the store…

ePiC..  This is a damn good boutique.  I might get you to measure me up for another suit soon...

But why by the seaside?

"Am glad you asked that sire, well for me seaside is the best scenery to field me with new ideas and it gives me refreshment of mind, the soft and gentle water gives me peace in mind while i do my suits" as ePiC answered to his old client while looking at the shore.

ePiC started to tour Richard_Kuklinski at his botique and let him see all new suit that he had made. "Hope to do business again with you sire" ePiC smiled.

Walking around the vicinity of detroit violet saw a new boutique . She scrutinize it and approve of its decoration, flowers around it and tables for people to relax in.

Good concept in this way people who are waiting to be measured can wait here and have a little chat with friends or just view the surroundings.

Violet waits patiently as __epic__ talks with his customer of the day. She walks leisurely, while loving the scenery and the chirping of the birds.  She picks a rose before she sits at one of the chair.

I wonder what kind of dress does Mr. __epic__ have, I hope he had a lot of collections. Violet mused over as she looks around the streets of Detroit.

ePiC see violet inside the botique looking for a new dress that will fit her beauty, he walks towards her and greet her with a smile.

"Good day Madam, how may i help a beautiful client such as you?" ePiC smiled

Violet looks up when she heard her name, she saw __epic__ coming towards her, she stood up and greets him cheerfully.

Good day , isn't this a lovely day? I would like to purchase some dress. I prefer a dress that is in the shade of purple and also another dress that is pure black. Do you happen to have those things? 

__epic__ escorts violet inside the store as she tells him the dress that she is interested in. Inside __epic__ shows her in a portfolio different colors and shades, and designs. Her feminine side took a gleeful glances at all of them.

__epic__ you have so many collections and dresses that I can choose from! Violet excitedly exclaimed, as she browse on each designs and you can hear her say oohh and ahh .

ePiC was so happy to look at violets excited face.

"So have you seen a dress that will fit you or you want me to sew you a new one that you will really like, the way you want it and the way it looks the color of the dress and its lining." ePiC asked.

violet smiled and look at ePiC's face and now she is thinking of a real good dress that she like most and never other tailor has taloired her.

She looks up at __epic__ and thinks carefully the cons and pro on getting the dress out of the rack and if she will ask to have a custom made dress. She touch the feel  of each satin and laces and fabric. She took samples and  held each fabric to one another, peering at them to see each contrast and which color will compliment each other.

Hmmmm... ___epic__ Will it be possible if I ask a design not of this year, I mean I want a ball gown She blush , she did not want __epic_ to think that she is wierd or eccentric in any way. I just want to be different, that's all. So I think I want you to do my dress, do you want my measurement? Or you are the one who will measure me. She glance up to him.

lEpic visited the one and only shop of his dad that die at the last war, this is the only thing he left him when his father died, even his 2 sisters died at that war too, he goes to the counter and wipe all the dust thats been there.

"It is a mess in here, i should have to arrange it all and rebuild this establishment and make some money so i can be as good as my father before he died."

The Gunn'z'Drumm step't'n th'a da boutique of wilt't'z n tiltz, a kick of the door and he was a'FOOOOOOOORRRRRRRR. Time to dance on the dancies't fluur, he could find in the old Midwest, his Philly Wickett style comin' in with the rhythm, the flow of the go. And his to3s were a'rd'ly a tappinn in this moment. A gang of Durden'z werdz had been heard from one of his young'n'n gunninnz. These youngsterd'z had a well kept armoury in the ol' arsenal of the famiglia as well. Kuz'n one'uh demz had been huntin' Durdyz befo' the fo'five A of the C to the P leapt into the abandon't wallz of a once beautiful place. The Morgue'a Jankyy mad3 minc3d m3at of the first Durdy't to3z he foun't dipp't in his sea of eStatez. The 1911 of Free'Dumm let 3 quicc'ie pigg'ly'z fly from the port'r't syde kann'n'2 of the kunn'nSkum. The bag was full, a lopside't triangle of bullet holez sat a'twixt the feller'z tickerr and tockerr, the North'rn most star sat on the star'berd syde of the sternum. One loos'ly lit kannon tried to cunn on the cunnin'linguist. D'o'th'ee knot know who th'ee 2da 'ee was fuckkinn wif? What a noncy'stock and unloaded gunn of a drum this loose'n tried to play. For the Goose of the ganderin' Gone-Doorz was not dunn with his lifes werk of werdz of WaRz. 

His accomp'ee'ny'mint had come in through the back, 14 green Pad'cap't laddz'n'lass'z lasso't the doodily day away with the 1921's. A callback a tugboat cap'n runnin a gunship sh00-3 could get behin't. The oldest threw a Thomz'Thumperr the way of the Madd'st of Lads, and the Paddy Wack't step't up to bat in the wind'err. Rattlin' off 15, ten strays with rabiez found themselves perch't in concrete, while 5 found 5 bodiez of DurdyBurdz slumpin'n to the drum of death. The Irish Siciliano wit'th'a toez let the band know it was okay to let spray. His brigadier's'mint of lil'lad'n'lass'toe'th'down followed up with the a'cumm'pan'ee'mint strum of the Trench't'SleepzTerdz. That's 16 yung Gambino's on the keynotez of Death while the Durden's fell off their own vessels of life and into the cold embrace of the Earth'n Floor. The gunshots crack't out like an arpeggio of hammmers. Sum1 'ad'a 'ee'o'th'a'ead on n'ee's'nz, sternly stood in the open winderzz of their kin protectin' what was once a beautiful place for kin of kin to gather and get flowers. Seems the Durdy Burdz their gash dayum selves were the one'z needin'th'a flowerr. 

Mother'z Morgue'o'Jankz'Plank wasn't dunn tootin' it's stanky of sweet'st tunn'ez. The doodlin' doodle set his feet in as he ramm'th'a freshy mag into the Streetz'TypeWriter. The 1921 was prompt'er'ly stash't port'r side shoulder, as the MadLad'n'Lass Gang o' GunShippz took cover. The oldest lil' patroller signalled 3a'Glockk with a "Scene't moor'ee did" on his port'syde bow of the Bow. A yung lass rattle't off her th'ought'z on 'ee manner't and d'ee unmanner'th'men of the DurdWerd. The DerdHerd lost 2 in a cry fo'Freedumm from the yung lass'o3z own Tom'Th'uhmdiddlyuhmptious. She returns to cover and reloads, takin her sweet'st of time. Life of 2 Derdz was worth more than a flock of the herdz'o'Kin'oee'uh'Kin. The Kindred triplets she sat 'twixt stood and unloaded their own sweet melody of 1921 stylize't justice. One of em' catchin a stray in the crossfire. Port'syde shoulder, clean shot, no exitwound. The kid was in pain, he didn't shed a tear. Instead he sat holdin' his arm as the battle continue't on. Bulletz whizzin'n from everywhere at this point. A gaggle of lil goos'z just ganderin' at 'ee'oea'uh' streetz had sign't up for somethin' they might not have been ready for. But they took to the dance floor like all of the Mick Cousin'z in the MickeyODeeGyptSeaz famblammzho3z ever'nt'a could. 

The sharpshoot'n rooter'tooter of the La'z went to atten't to the yung Lad'z shoulderr. He found himself slumpin' into her shoulder as she pulled out a pair of tweezers. She began the surgery of diggin' lead out of a young'nz pencil as the battle continue'd. 6 of the yung drummz stood with the Bloch'O'Earz'n'Oarz. 7 1921'z un'lead't 350 bulletz of freedumm all over the scatter't DurdyBurdz. A few of their flock had flock't the scene a'minute 'eyy realize't an associate with however many associates he had at his ready had taken out an entire hitsquad. The boy had fallen asleep cryin' in the yung lass'z arms but she sat stern'er 'en'a orn't'uf 'orny'Th'o3D. USS ZMSG took his spot next to his young kinfolk and rolled a spliff for 'is nervez. Nuttin' like an adren0de-rush meet'n kickerstick'z and giggle smoke. 

A few of the young'kinz had fled, bags with weapons neatly tuck't inside, a few stayed clear from the trouble and went to signal one of USS ZMSG's pigz n'a blankett. Requestin'n'a back up of the young fallen lad with an entry wound that never exit't. The bullet cover't in bluud sat still on the groun't as the yung lad was a'snore'nt up a storm on the quite red'n'th'a face't kin'lass'0hh. 

Beauty in the eye of the Morgue of the Jank't One.