You can hear the music from down the street, you were just looking for a nice coffee shop to relax in, but something had drawn you closer to the smoke that almost poured out of the building. You walk down the street, and you can hear singing and laughing, you figure,"It seems fun to everyone else in there."

You walk further along the street and you can smell the burning of herbs, whether they are legal or not you will find out. You come to the entrance and the front was in a style of an old western saloon. With a large sign above the entrance presenting:

The Sinners Den

You push open the wooden doors and the doors creak as the rusted hinges are moving more then they should be, smoke fills the room, shelves stacked with beer line the walls, card tables and roulette litter the room, in the corner you see a sign hanging from the ceiling saying lust and both male and female exotic dancers do what their paid to do on the stage under the sign, a large lounge area with men smoking cigars, weed, lettuce all of them were drunk or high. You think, "This could be fun" so you look around the room for a bar counter. You spot a large solid oak counter at the back of the joint, you walk over coughing a little bit as you inhale burnt lettuce, you swing your to clear the smoke to spot the bartender. You walk up and take a seat the barman introduces himself,"The names Prophet, as long as you don't cause trouble you can indulge yourself in every sin, drink, herb, dancer, dance, food you desire. You name it we got it, and if we don't got it nothing that a quick errand can't fix." Prophet smiles and you say,"...

Ava walks tentatively into Prophet's Bar, The Sinner's Den.  She waves her hand in front of her face, trying to clear the smoke and  get some fresh air into her lungs.  The smoke is as thick as a cloud.  Ava can't help but smile at Prophet.  He is such a friendly guy.  "Uhm, Prophet.  I just stopped in for a quick drink.  Could I get a double vodka on the rocks?"  Ava asks.  She glances over her shoulder, looking at all the activity in the place.  She isn't sure she should be here, but she knows how to take care of herself.  Ava isn't afraid, but she is very very cautious.

Prophet smiles and waves to Ava as she makes her way through the smoke cloud,"A vodka on the rocks? Coming up," Prophet grabbed a glass and saw Ava turn to glance at the fellas over in the hash haven,"Don't worry about them, they're good men. But sometimes even good men have to give into temptation and that's where I come in, atleast they do it in a safe...ish environment." Prophet said with a smile,"They won't cause you no trouble miss Marie, now here is your drink," Prophet slides the drink over the short distance to add class to his barmanship, Ava caught the drink and thanked Prophet, she sipped her drink trough the straw Prophet had thrown in. "So how's business Ava?"

Galactus is walking the streets of Philly and enters The Sinners Den.

Hello there Prophet,I would like a shot of your finest wine and a fine cuban cigar.

Galactus then looks around the bar while Prophet prepares his order.

Galactus walks into the den and orders a glass of fine wine and a Cuban and Prophet apologises to Ava and excuses himself and walks over behind the counter and grabs a wine glass from the cabinet under the counters. "Alright I have a bottle from the Romavilla vineyards, seven years aging have made it ripe for drinking," Prophet searches the wine rack to the left of the bar for the bottle, it takes a bit of searching but Prophet grabs the bottle twists the cap off and pops the cork, Prophet pours the wine into the glass and says,"Here ya are mate." Prophet then slid the glass to Galactus. Prophet then grabs a box out of a locked cupboard behind the bar in the back room, you got to keep this stuff safe. Prophet walked out and put the box down, Prophet opened the box and blew the dust off,"Haven't been touched in months, no one in here seems to have such fine taste," Prophet says handing Galactus the cigar and pulls a knife out,"They're uncut, cut the tip off with this." Prophet flips the knife and catches the tip of the blade handing the handle over to Galactus.

"Enjoy!" Prophet says returning to Ava,"I am truly sorry continue miss Marie"

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