After a long and tedious day, Nexus could think of nothing better than to visit Ray's Pub, he had driven past it couple of times this week, and had been meaning to go pay a visit.

It was a wet Thursday evening, the roads had been busy around Downtown Detroit. Nexus told his driver to drop him off right at the front door, he didn't want to get wet. 

He stumbled into what was a busy evening at Rays, "I guess everyone had the same idea" he thought to himself

As he entered he was looking around for a seat, suddenly in the corner of his eyes, he spots Maddy sat on a stool near the bar. 

He steadily walk's over to her, "Surprised too see you here boss" at the same time telling the barman "I'll have the same as the fine lady sitting here"

Maddy was pleasantly surprised to see Nexus. "Oh hi, Rough day?" Maddy drank her shot and tipped the bartender, motioning for another one. "Things have been so crazy lately but hopefully they slow down soon. How are things in the brigade?"

Nexus grabbed a nearby stool, and placed it next to Maddy, slowly sipping on his drink whilst having a long overdue chat.  

"Things in the Brigade are going fantastic, I have been really busy lately though but it's all good, I trust things are going great at Mass Hysteria?" muttered a tired looking Nexus. 

Freelancer walks in and takes a seat at the corner of the bar, looking around before he gets ready to order.

"I'd like a whisky, but hold the rocks."

He smiles as he enjoys his beer and the atmosphere.

Maddy smiled at Nexus. "They're going fantastic? Why are you so tired then?" She laughed and took a sip of her drink nudging him a bit. "I'm just joking of course. I know how busy it gets sometimes. Everything is great for me as well. The craziness of Mass Hysteria keeps me sane at times and I wouldn't have it any other way."

The Bible had just heard that he's godson will become a father, so he run in the nearest pub, it was Ray's pub.... He walks in and takes a seat at the table in right corner. 

"Round of everything for everyone."

He drank his cold whisky fast and left in a hurry to catch a plane to his home town.

Nearly all the day had been wasted away while Archon made his way to the inner sanctum of the city of Detroit, they were searching for the perfect place to rest for the night when he noticed the building of Ray's Pub. It seemed intriguing enough, a small pub out here in this rather rugged city -- they seemed to enjoy the decor enough as they made their way deeper into the chambers, until Archon found a small seat to take a moment of reprieve. 

I will take one alcoholic beverage, please. Make it your strongest, perhaps a vodka? I do not know much about these... drinks, but I do try to make it a point to learn.

Happy with their order, Archon closed its eyes and gave themselves a moment of relaxation before a small buzz eminated from deep within their mind. It was as if a gnat had made its way into them, but one that could not be killed. Their eyes shuffled and twisted every which way as images shot through their mind. 

Nothingness.

Finally. Silence. Archon fetched a wry smile onto their face and finally received his alcohol, it had a bit of a sharp taste, but they easily dispatched of it.

Thank you. This was extremely helpful for my.... thoughts...

It was time to depart.

Brancer walked into Ray's Pub and immediately lit a smoke as he glanced around the room. Detroit sure had a different style than New York City, but Brancer didn't mind this place so much. He thought it made for a good spot to have a few drinks. He took a seat at the bar and looked over at the bartender after scanning the crowd. His cigarette hanging from his mouth as he held up a hand to get his attention. 

"I'll take two negroni's please." Brancer kind of made a face hoping that they had Campari and sweet Vermouth. He wasn't worried about there being any gin in the place. "Can you make those both doubles?" He said as he finished his cigarette and put it out in an ashtray at the bar. He pulled out hundred dollar bill and sat it on the bar. He planned to stick around and drink until his flight was ready to take him back to New York City. He had to check in on his newest business venture The Flying Ivories. His dice hall was sure to be a big hit.

He couldn't wait to get that first negroni and have it knocked back in a cigarette or so. He hadn't had a drink yet today and forget his hip flask back at the hotel before heading out today. Maybe it was time to get a new one anyways. Something a little more personalize would be nice.

2 ½-pintes thx!

Wandering in, he knew he was parched, he had recovered from a lazy few days away and knew soon would have to get back to work.   Pushing the door open he walked up to the bar as he looked around.  Business looked a bit slow but was not gonna put him off as he.   Wanting to taste some of the local stock he had heard about he looked over to the bar keep.

"you got any of the Old Holland Lagers or Ales, I heard they are pretty good"

Waiting on a response, he looked as he walked up to a pool table to check how level it was and check the baize.