Fuego took the hint that they wanted to see his moves. However Fuego didn't have too many...

He walked out into the floor and arched his arm put it behind his head. He then stretched out the other as if he was paying tribute to one of the most famous mass murders in history. After all, Fuego did already have the stache. He started to turn and chop at the same time, with the beat even. 

"ITS THE SPRINKLER!" 

LaReina and Kaira watched as FuegoSteve performed his signature dance move. They began laughing and clapping for him. LaReina stuck two fingers in her mouth and whistled loudly. Then she skipped over to the bar.

"Disculpeme bartender! Hola! Hiiiii Senor, mas tequila por favor! Uno, dos, tres... Six Senor, gracias!"

LaReina leaned over the bar again, giggling as her feet dangled and she watched the bartender fill their shots. She handed one too Kaira with a huge grin. Then she grabbed two more and held them up at FuegoSteve.

"Your prize Lord Senor, dos tequilassss!"

Kaira was watching how FuegoSteve was embarrassing himself with those dance moves. She was laughing so hard that her stomach was hurting. 

Looking at the glass of tequila she was about to drink she finally realized that there was something missing from the picture.

She grab LaReina's arm and pulled her closer. 

'Mi vida! We totally forgot. WoonBot will kill us. You know he never misses a night of drinking and here we are drinking without him.'

Kaira saw terror on LaReina's face.

'Ay, Dios mio. This is malo, muy malo.'

They both looked at FuegoSteve and spoke at the same time.

'We need to let WoonBot know about the bar.'

She pulled open the door and walked into the bar. Nodding at the bartender she took a seat, wrapping her arms around her torso. Her body had forgotten how cold the rest of the country was compared to the west coast. Looking over the bottles she chewed her lower lip before finally asking for a glass of wine. The bartender poured it and set it down in front of her. She smiled her thanks and then picked up the glass, looking at it as if it would solve the worlds problems for her. She sighed, when there was no divine answer given, and took a sip of it instead. 

Sirius was sitting at the bar enjoying his cuban cigar while his employees were running around the place with a smile on their faces serving drinks to the guests.

He looked around, known faces showed up to his new place.

He went behind the bar and poured himself a drink then while enjoying the music. He was happy this business was growing in popularity.

She looked over at the small man and just gave him a small smile in the way of greeting. She stared down at her wine, looking at the reflection on the surface of the liquid. After a few minutes the bartender came over and dropped the root beer off for Shini. she continued staring at her drink, but eventually she simply said, "Have you gotten your spoon?" she asked him. 

At the end of the night Sirius was getting a little buzzed and people still were having fun so he decided how it was going on the finances and after seeing that they were already in profit for the night he offered a shot of tequila to every customer...

The party was just starting.

She felt her shoulders drop a bit and the fight go out of her, "Not yet, but I am sure we'll manage." she said softly. "But for the future, I see myself being around here." she told Shini. She picked up her glass and took a sip, "I suppose since you got the spoon..." she reached down and picked up her purse, opening it she pulled out a small box and set it down on the bar, "You won't be needing this?" she asked him before pushing it over towards him. 

"Spoons are like snowflakes. No two spoons are the same." Shini said as he looked at the box with surprise. He opened and looked stunned. The spoon Gracie had gotten him was nothing compared to the spoon he had bought himself. The one in front of him was a lot more intricate. "This one is much nicer than what I bought. Thank you."

She smiled at him, "I didn't think I'd see you here, so I thought I'd get you a souvenir," she explained. "I mean it kinda ruins it a bit since now you'll have two, but what can you do." she told him with a shrug. 

She shook her head, "Nah, if you don't mind having duplicates, keep it. You picked it out for a reason, there must be something you like about it." she told him, "I wish I collected something." she told him, "Other than medical text books, that is." she admitted. 

She made a face, "Really?" she asked him, "Bones?" she chuckled, "I can see it now," she said dryly, "Ah yes, welcome to my home. Come in, come in, look at my beautiful bone collection. Ah that one? Its a femur of a little girl who was brutally murdered at age four. Delightful no?" she rolled her eyes, "I mean it would stop people from visiting, I think." 

"Still a bit grotesque and morbid, don't you think?" she asked him. She lapsed into silence. She had so much on her mind these days. She missed Kathryn and Merci something awful. Even when life got to the point where she just wanted to run down the street screaming at the top of her lungs, regardless of who saw her, she knew she could depend on those two to listen to her problems, drink with her and eventually drag her out of her shitty mood. But without them, she was struggling. The darkness was creeping in, and she was just moving around day to day trying so hard to exist and not let on that she was slowly dying inside. 

Lily had sat all day outside the prison, hoping to spot Anthony. As dusk crept over the city, she hailed a cab and asked to be taken to anywhere she could 'find something to drink'. That statement and a crisp ten dollar bill had gotten her deposited here.

Opening the door, she quickly scanned the interior and saw Gracie and Shini seated at the bar. Heaving a sigh of relief at spotting someone she recognized, she slid onto the barstool next to Gracie and ordered a club soda. 

"Gracie, Shini." She said by way of greeting. "Did you visit today? I circled the building a few times and studied all the windows but I never saw him at all. Maybe this helps a little," she says, pulling out her sketch and unfolding it. "I've drawn the exterior of the prison, with all the doors and windows, those with bars and those without. The X's are guarded spots. The big rectangles are the openings in the fence where vehicles come and go," she says, sliding the map to Gracie. 

"I don't know what else to do. I'll stay in Detroit until we find a way to get him out but I wish I could help more," she says, removing two aspirin from her handbag and swallowing them with her club soda. The headaches were getting more frequent and she had more trouble focusing and thinking than usual.