Dave Skylark finishes his drink and pours himself another whiskey taking a sip. He then placed his glass back down on the bar turning to his right. 

"Hi am Dave skylark how are you?"

Dave said to to the man smoking the cigar.

After a few hours of driving around Detroit, Morte decided she wanted to stop somewhere and have a few drinks. She wasn't sure if she would see anyone she knew but she thought maybe she'd make a friend or two, or maybe three. Bars were definitely a good place to go to find good people to chat with. Drunk conversations were always pretty amusing.

She spotted a bar along the road called The Local Pub and decided that's where she would go. She parked the car in front of the bar, freshened up her makeup a bit, then got out, making her way to the entrance and pushing the door open. She was immediately greeted by the strong smell of beer and the sound of laughter filling up the place, telling her she chose a good place to drink at.

Weaving through all the people inside, she made her way to the bar so she could be close to the source of the alcohol. She knew that the people seated at the bar were more often served first, and she was in the mood to drink fast tonight.

She motioned for the bartender, and when he stood in front of her she said, "I'd like a Martini, please. With two olives. Thank you!"

When she received her drink, she took a sip, examining her surroundings, and watching all of the people as they interacted with each other. She hoped maybe someone would come in that she knew but she for sure wasn't going to keep her hopes up. She drifted off into thought a bit as the sound of Cliff Edwards' music filled the air amidst all of the voices.

The music had long subsided and people were filtering out of the bar before Morte realized what time it was. She had had so many drinks that she didn't realize she had been there for almost four hours. Time sure does fly when you're having fun... She thought to herself, pulling herself off the bar stool and grabbing her coat off the back.

She slid her arms slowly into the sleeves of her coat, then grabbed her purse, which felt considerable lighter.. She wouldn't worry about that right now.. She just needed to get to a Hotel somewhere so she could sleep off the drunkenness. Morte made her way outside and found her vehicle, opening the door and dropping down into the seat before starting the engine and shutting the door.

She revved the engine a bit, then, taking a deep breath and letting it out, pulled away from the curb and drove around slowly to find a hotel. 

Syn walks into The Local Pub, as his eyes adjust to the dim light, he surveys his surroundings. He spots an open bar stool at the end of the bar and makes his way towards it. He takes a seat in the stool and and swings himself around to face the bar. The bartender is in mid conversation and Syn does not want to disturb him. He pulls a cigar from his suit jacket and shows it to the bartender, the bartender nods at him and notions to the ash tray. Syn pulls a gold cigar cutter from his pants pocket, a cats-eye cut cigar cutter with the letter 'S' engraved into it. 

He lights a match and patiently awaits the bartenders arrival to fulfill his drink order. 

CottonCandy has been in the bar for a few hours.  He woke up underneath a table and wondered what Johnny_Bravo put in his drink. Feeling naucius and ready to puke he wandered towards the exit,  or toilet.  Didn't matter at the time, puke wanted out and CottonCandy needed  somewhere to put it. He stumbled  on the doorstep and barely missed getting hit by evil mean drunk driving Morte_Rossa.  He yells "learn to drive,  woman!" while watching her car bump into a fire hydrant before she took a right hand turn and left CottonCandys sight. Before he falls asleep he noticed Johnny_Bravo laughing through the bar window. 

As a lowly Goomba, Hova was starting his life in the streets of Detroit. He had little money at first with no prospects of having success in life. The business district offered some opportunity. Hova went to The Local Pub, looking for something to get into. It was there, where he met his a man who sponsored him into a crew. They shared a drink at the bar and his sponsor took Hova under his wing. They left the pub to start Hova's career as a high class mobster.

Saue strolls down an offstreet alley heading towards the main street he smiles as he hears people in the distance fighting amongst themselves over dice, he continues towards the path at the end of the alley he notices a door to the right reading. . .

"The Local Bar - Open"

Saue wanders through the door takes up a gold stool and waits for the bartender so he can order a drink.

Nefer arrived from a short trip and stopped at the Local Pub to chill for a bit before the meeting with her boss that she knew would take a good few hours to end.

The Local Pub was crowded since the darts competition was taking place that night. The excited audience was sitting around drinking and screaming when their favorite contestant was doing well.

After few minutes, she finally found an empty table that was close enough to watch the competitors showing off their skills.

Picking up the menu she wondered which drink would fit better the night "Mmm I guess a glass of Cheval Blanc would be perfect right now".