Tywin finished wiping the glass clean with his rag, mumbling under his breath about his wife not putting out enough. Shaking his head he takes a look around the bar, content enough with the simple yet comfortable atmosphere. His ancestors have worked all over the 6 main cities, with his own house in Chicago but was very invested in Detroit after his father's business in the area. He knew it was only a matter of time until he was going to have his own businesses all over the mob world, but yet still decided he'd run the bar himself.

The back of the place was roped off by a thick, soft, black velvet rope draping between golden posts placed every couple of feet. Tables were spread out evenly across the antique carpeting, with comfortable chairs at each one. Menus sat upon each table, though Tywin thought they were pointless as most his customers were coming for the alcohol not the grub. Shot glasses and pints sat where you'd usually find the water, and there was a smaller menu with the days special drinks.

Walking behind the bar, Tywin looked out and saw a few more tables randomly placed around bar stools. Ashtrays could be found on almost every one, though he knew most of the time drunks would just ash on the floor, or their own laps. Dumbasses, he thought. Popping open a beer Tywin gathered the darts and put them back above the dartboards, which sat next to the case holding pool sticks and across from the row of pool tables. Content with how everything looked he decided it was time to open up the bar. Tywin walked to the door and spun the sign to say:

We're open for business, no throwing up inside!!!

Nikki stares at the sign and snorts. Puking was for quitters.

Opening the door, she takes a quick survey of the room before making her way to the bar and taking a seat. 

"Heya!" she chirps brightly at the man behind the bar. "Can I get a...hm," she says, tapping her knuckles on the bar while she ponders."How about a gin on the rocks? My boss seems to like those, can't say I've ever tried one, myself," she says, silently praying that it didn't taste like an ashtray dipped in battery acid. 

Tywin can't help but laugh. He can only assume his friend was working for a female with a drink like that but he wasn't going to say anything. Mixing drinks wasn't his thing but standing behind a bar was. Taking a look left and right he attempts to find one of his bartenders that weren't busy. With no success he grabs the collar of the first one passing by. They dropped their drinks in the process with the glass smashing all over the floor but not a complaint was made.. just a look.

"You can clean that up after you make her drink Stacey.. Once gin on the rocks, and make it snappy.." he said before releasing her collar. Turning to Nikki_Swango he asks,

"So what's brought you into this here dump tonight?"

"Oh, you know, the usual. A hearty buzz and a friendly face," she says, watching as poor Stacey cowers like a beaten child while hastily making her drink. She'd have to remember to tip the poor girl a little extra.

"How's Detroit been for you, Tywin? Pretty desolate here for a bit, but seems like it's about to bustle again," she says, referring to the newest Detroit auth. "Active bunch, too. I expect you'll be seeing lots of those members filter in," she adds with a smile.