Smelling of cheese from the pizza, he wipes his mouth as he enters, throwing his rubbish in the nearest bin.  Wandering round he pushes his way slightly towards the bar as he seeks a drink to get the taste of cheese out of his mouth.

"can i get a glass of rum please"

he enquired as he looked for a quiet corner to relax out of the way

"and i better get a beer to follow it up, so i don't have to walk back so quick"

he said as he grinned to himself smugly

DeadShot is wondering the streets of Detroit when he notices a building that rings a bell. Deadshot walks over to it and while he's stood outside he is trying to remember why this pub has stop out to him, feeling confused he walks through the door and goes in. Deadshot stops as he enter at first sight behind the bar he see's a picture of his great Grandfather. DeadShot had remembered the stories he was told by his mother describing how great her grandfather was and all his stories, it was finally great to be in his business he had owned years ago and it was still standing. 

Seen it was not run by anyone Deadshot made his way behind the bar to get things running again. 

After a long and tumultuous flight from Chicago, R2D2 was in need of a stiff one and she had heard of just the place, she tipped the cabbie, before ambling up to the door -she could tell from the crowd that she would easily feel at home here. She smirked to herself and with her hands in the back of her leathers entered the building. She saw an open seat at the bar, next to some burly fellow. She sat, with her back straight and elbows on the table. R2D2 motioned for the bar tender to pour her a drink, she held up the number two with her hands, indicating that she wanted two shots, two shots of anything that is and the drinks were quickly deposited. R2D2 gave the bar tender a brief smile before downing one drink right after the other. Her head began to swim and she happily hummed to the beat of the tune that was playing on the jukebox. She thought to herself, it feels good to be in Detroit on a Wednesday.

second time this month Liquid was again in Detroit

and he decide to visit same bar again,he thought why not,it was good last time

so Liquid enters in

"hey man,can I get that rum and some coke?"

as he waited for his order he light cigaret and take some newspapers to read

Detroit was one of those cities that always required lots of walking and towards the end of the day Katharina decided she would indulge herself and her sore feet in stopping at the pub she spotted. Heels were required and while they did look good... The door was opened and she guided her day's purchases through first while casting a backwards glance before entering. She missed the sunset of home, but tomorrow was not far away.

A table would not do and it was the bar for her and she set things down around a stool before she sat upon it and looked for the bar tender. She waited until his attention was captured and lifted a delicate finger up and cast a smile in his direction. 

I will take some Irish whiskey if you don't mind. 

only few hours after bloody war,Liquid came to Detroit to visit some funerals

and as they say in Italy "after funeral dont go straight home,thats bad luck"

he decide to visit local pub,the place that Liquid was always when he was in Detroit

when he enterd in there was no one just empty chairs and scared waitress

when he saw Liquid he was so afraid

"dont be afraid mate,I m here only to drink some coffee"

"yes sir,I will make you one imediatly"waitress said

"well my friend make one for yourself I dont like to drink coffee alone"

Liquid get his coffee and light few cigarets,and when he finished his coffee

he pull 20$ bill from his pocket and give it to waitress

"dont worry mate,better times will come,hope to see you here in my next visit"

with that words Liquid leave  bar

it was a lazy afternoon. tullio is waiting for an opportunity to come his way, like an old lady with a purse, that kind of opportunity. but it's a slow day, there ain't much people walking by, much less an old lady with a purse. he decided that he can't spend the whole afternoon waiting for an old lady to pass by. he looked around for a bar, maybe a drink or two will help clear his mind and figure out a better way to make money.

he found The Local Pub  to be quite welcoming and decided to spend his afternoon there. since he's by himself, he chooses to sit in the bar instead of having a table for himself.  he ask for whiskey and it came right away. the bartender tried to converse with him but tullio's mind is somewhere else and the bartender left him alone. "snatching purse's ain't doing it for me no more, i need a bigger racket. maybe i'll try robbing banks from now on",  tullio ponders with a smile on his face.

he ask for another shot of whiskey, paid for it and went out, already planning his next endeavor.

Continuing on with his looting spree of the deserted Detroit business district Bender found yet another pub. This one had clearly been abandoned for some time. He could see huge cob webs inside the building through the windows without actually having to get close enough to peer through them.

He knew that if this place hadn't already been looted the only things of worth after this much time of it's abandonment was going to be the vintage booze. Whatever bottles of wines and whiskeys were left. There was no need to bring a truck to this one. Only a large sack would be needed.

He didn't even bother being discrete with his actions on this building as there wasn't any one around to see anyway.

SMASH he kicked down the front door, though it was unlocked so he could have just opened it normally he giggled to himself as he vandalised the property unnecissarily. HEHEHEH. He headed strait for the bar. Finding no much left, he grabbed two dusty bottles of wine, a bottle of rum, two bottles of tequila, several cheap russian vodkas and a few cases of lager.

After he put them in the sack and slung it over his shoulder Bender took out the strongest bottle, empties it over the counter and makes trail leading to the door. He lights a cigar and casually stands there sack over shoulder enjoying his stogie. Eventually it neared the end of it's enjoyability, Bender flicked it onto the wet alcohol trail, watched as the fire spread along the line and engulfed the bar. He stood back from the building for a short while, watching the orange glow inside spread and become more and more visibile until finally thick black smoke emerged from the windows.

Muwhahahaha! Bender loved vandalizing things, he also loved arson. The fact he got to start the fire with a cigar whilst he was on a looting spree of alchohol, of all things, made this the perfect criming day for him. AHH! he said, finally turning away. He Jived down the empty detroit streets doo dooby doing to himself.

Cass waited for her plane to depart, and while it was still more than an hour left until she could fly she decided to stay at a pub and take a drink or two before the flight. 
Cass doesn't like flying and when she's been drinking it all feels alot better for her to step on that flight.
When she found a small local place to get some drinks she stepped inside. It was called The Locals Pub and she went straight to the bar. 

- Hey! Give me a glas of whiskey with ice and a bottle of beer and a tequila shot. 

- Hey. Coming right up! Anything else I can give you? The bartender said.

- Naah. That will be good for now. I'll get back to you if I need anything else. Cass said and put the money on the bar.

She got her drinks and started with the shot.

Candy  just  arriving  in  town  again    for  some  dealings  the  next day  ,wanders  in   the  pub  and  sets  at  a  table  in  the  back   off  by  herself  ,  and  as  the  waitress  comes  to  take  her  order  ,  shes  ask s"Is  it  possible  to get  a  bite  to  eat too , along  with  a  cold  beer ,  maybe  a  small pepperoni  pizza   or  a  burger  and  fries  ?  I just  got  in town  from a  long  flight  , havent  had  a  thing  except a  salad  all day . 

Bender had been through the detroit business district several times in the past few weeks. He had not long burnt a pub to the ground. What Bender didn't realise in his drunket stupour is that he didn't burn down the abandoned pub like he thought had, but instead had destroyed a retirement home for old folks. He cringed thinking about how he laughed to himself after setting the fire and how enjoyed the cigar as he watched the orange glow grow larger.

He noticed the pub he THOUGHT he'd burnt to the ground actually being re-opened by a prominent member of New York. He entered the establishment to see that pub was still pretty much abandoned, much dust and cobwebs covered most of the walls, floors and tables. Never the less, he entered. He walked behind the bar and poured himself a pint of whiskey, because, why the hell not?

Bender noticed that several of the patrons were talking to themselves and ordering drinks from invisible staff. Either he didn't see ghosts, or these mobsters were losing their marbles. This pub had clearly not been staffed in many moons. He decided to take a couple of bottles and several glasses and sit in the back with CandyCocaine

He puts down the glasses and pours the whiskey, neat. He slid it to CandyCocaine and apologised that there wasn't a soft drink mixer, like coke or pepsi as the bar had been looted and it was simply fortunate that any of the hard liquor had survived. He left out the part where the pub its self surviving was also fortunate.

So CandyCocaine, have you given consideration to opening a bar or business of your own? This dusty, insect riddled place really auto be demolished to make way for the new generation. Wouldn't you agree?

Bender squints, getting a closer look at CandyCocaine.

Wait, didn't I nearly run you over? out side that abandoned car dealership, just up the road, there?

Picking  up  the  glass,  downing  it  in  one   shot   Candy  gives  Bender  a  sly  smile ,  so  We meet  again , It  seems  our  paths  keep  crossing ! She laughs , me open  a  business ! ,  I dont  have  the  time  or  the  patience  I have  other  business  interests that  keep  me  occupied .But   i  have  the  means  and  the  contacts   to  back someone  who  did  ,  possibly  a gym  where  our   business  associates   could  train   and  prepare  their upcoming future  fighters  for  the  ring .  While  in  Vegas  recently  I  watched  a  few   and  the   bouts  were  ridiculously poorly  trained  fighters , not  much profits  if  a  fighter  cant  kick  ass  in the  ring , theres   No  competion or  profit  ! Besides  its  very  exciting  to  watch ,  all that  sweat  and  blood ,  you  notice  my  eyes  glaze  over  with  a  blood  lustful  look , then i  lean  back  and  kick  off  my  spiked  heels under the  table as  i  usually  do and    ask  for  another  double  j&c ,  and  look  up  at  you   my hand  touching  your  arm  , mmm  you  look  like  maybe  youve  been  working  out  or  maybe  spent  some  time  in the  ring  yourself ,  i  touch  the small  scar  by  your  eye softly maybe   is  this  where  this  came  from,  .....

"Ha! nothing is as manly as that... I got this ol' thing 2 days after joining this of ours. I was stepping onto a train to Chicago from New York, mis-placed my foot on the step, slipped and landed face first onto the train floor... I wouldn't have minded but people then proceeded to just my ass as the step up to the train."

Bender pours both you and himself another whiskey. He downs it then pours another. He paused for a moment.

"Although, something you said has intrigued me.. "not  much profits  if  a  fighter  cant  kick  ass  in the  ring" Firstly, I don't think boxing allows kicking of any kind, or any hitting below the belt, so that's definitely never gonna happen in the ring.. BUT a gym WOULD be a really good idea, we can stock it with the best equipment, good instructors, get the guys who attend it looking champion fit, and then pay them handsomely to rig the matches and take dives when we tell them too... If we set up a gambling side line for the mobsters, those chumps would never know what's coming!"

Bender drinks his shot and pours another, he offers CandyCocaine one. Afterwards he kicks back on the chair and relaxes. It had been a very long day for him and for once, he'd actually felt fed up with snatching purses and conning chumps for change and was contemplating early retirement with the small fortune he'd already managed to stack

"oh  ,  you  could  have  told  me  a  wild  story  but maybe  you   had  a  accident  at the  train to  give  you  that  scar but  i  still can  tell  you   do  some  working  out  yourself , may  be  if  we decide  to  open   a  gym  together   we  can do  some "workouts  together"! I could  use  a  vigorous  workout  ,

  Giving you a  satisfied  smile Candy    looked  like  the  cat  that  swallowed  the  canary ." Well maybe   not  kick  ass  would  be the  correct  term but   giving  a  black  eye  to the future  boxing tournaments  ahead   ,  and  yes   you  and   I are  on the  right  page ,  as  I  can  read  you like  a book !"    Thank  you , i  I will  have  another and  she  waits  as  she  pours  it  and  lifts  it  to you  ," heres  to finding  a  patsy   to  open  a  gym for  us and  to  our  future as  the 'Silent ' partners  behind  it , I look into  your eyes   , and  see  the lust  and  $$$$$$$$$ signs   in  your eye , waiting  for you    to lift your glass  which  she  refills  to  the  rim ....

CLINK go the glasses after CandyCocaine raised a toast. Bender admired her pioneering business mentality and ability to compete with him on the consumption of jacks.

"Awwhh yeaaah babeh!" Although he usually reserves cigar smoking for moments that call for him to be obnoxious, Bender took out a stogie and lit it up. He then downed his shot. He then ponders which chump could be made the patsy left in charge of this new jointly owned business.

Bender looks over to his left to see CandyCocaine getting steadily more drunk."heheh" He chuckles to himself and takes out a large keyring with a lot of keys attached. He slips several of them off. He hands two of them to CandyCocaine

"I have several empty factories and apartments around the westcoast. Those two keys open up an old factory not far from 'The Strip' which I won in a poker tournament. Those chumps couldn't spot someone stacking the decks if they were told to watch for someone stacking the deck... which they were, because I did."

Bender returns his keys back and takes out a small silver case, he opens it. It contained a small stack of cards. He hands one to CandyCocaine. It reads "Leaguey Weaguey"

"Hand this to who ever is running whichever of my businesses that you visit and you'll be able to access all the services and features, free of charge and without any delays."

Bender finishes one more shot and exits the bar to find some new chumps to con out of their monies

Candy  looks  at  the  card  and  the  keys and  she  drops  them   both  down  in pockets  of  her  jacket   and   looks  at  Bender    as  he leaves  her  table , a  little  unsteady  on  his  feet from  the  double  shots ,  she  downs  her  glass and  slipping  her  heels  back  on  she  slides  her  chair  out  and  leaves  the  pub,  and uses  her  phone  making  reservations  for  an  early  flight to  Vegas to  check  out  the   empty buildings  and  then  texts   Bender  from the  number on  the  card  he  gave  her    to let  him  know  shes   leaving  in  the morning  for  vegas , Then  she  hops  in  a  cab  and  for a  short  drive  her  to  her  hotel . She  walks in  and  asks  the  night  clek  if  she  has  any messages  and  arrange  for  a  5 am  wakeup call and  then  walks to  the  elevator  to go  to  her  room  .As she  takes  the  key  out  to unlock  the door she  gets  a  eeerie feeling  ,    reachng   down   she  takes  out  her  small  gun  ,  clicking  off the  safety  ,  she  kicks  the  door  open  ,  in  case  anyone is  behind  the  door  then  carefully    stepping  inside , keeping the  derringer  raised  to  shoot  if  neccessary ,  seeing  no  one  ,  she  checks  the  bathroom  the  same  way  and then she  notices  her   suitcase  dumped  out on  the  bed  ,  her  clothes  and  lingerie  scattered ,  papers  from the  previous  meetings all  riffled  and  scattered  carelessly ,  the  clothes  hanging  on  the  rack , on  the  floor  the  pockets  turned  inside  out ,her  shoes  scattered  ,  even  her  overnight  bag    with    toiletries  and  make  up  dumped  on  floor,  then  getting  on   her  cell  phone ,  she  calls     Bender   to let  him know  whats  happened ,leaving a  message , she  then  packs  up ,  just  throwing  everything together quickly  and  leaves  the  room and  going to desk she checks  out saying  her  plans  have  changed    ,  has  them  call  a  cab and  goes  to  the  airport , 

Waiting for the hotel to clean up his room, he wandered in, seemed a quiet but pleasant place as he slid his coat on the rack and wandered up to the bar.

"Can i get a scotch please neat"

looking round wondering where to sit

"also i am looking for a present to take to a friend, some smokey scotch, do you have anything you sell to take away, or only in house for customers"

Wetherbee held a lit cigar as he walked into Detroit's local pub. He felt a sense of relief when he sat down at the bar, soaking in a homelike comfort that reminds him of Chicago. "May I have a double shot of Dalmore on the rocks, please," Wetherbee requested as he placed some hundred dollar bills on the bar.

The bartender, very professional looking, prepares the good whiskey and slides it across the bar to his valued customer. Wetherbee drinks the liquor and removes his cigar from the ashtray. He leaves, dispersing the puffs of smoke as he opens the door.

Dave Skylark walks through the doors and takes a look round, he smiles to himself before going over to the bar. Dave takes a seat and has a swirl round in it. After he's done swirling Dave leans over the bar grabbing himself a glass then grabbing the best whiskey he can reach, he then pours himself a glass taking a sip.

"Its great to see this place is still going well after all these years."

Dave Skylark sits back down and enjoys his whiskey.

After a nice meal at a local restaurant Luther decided to find a pub to get his drink on. He walked through the streets and finally came across the Local Pub. He entered the door and took place at the bar. He ordered a whisky.

A few minutes later he was served his drink. He took out a cigar from is jacket and lit it. What a good day for drinking he thought to himself.