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George's Gin Joint (Formerly an abandoned warehouse named George)

A high time was always to be had at George's Gin Joint. Barry "The Brain" Ween always made sure of that. The liquor was always pouring and the casino was always dealing and spinning depending on your choice of games.

And more importantly, the place was always open. You have to love a place like that!

So come on in for a good time and a complimentary drink. Surely you can't pass that up?

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And if you're a high stakes player or an easy mark the drinks and other recreational substances are free!

The bar isn't free unless you are gambling but there's always fun to be had!

Where you can come and complain if you get poor customer service.

Subject to slow play on my part as I try to get some things done this afternoon including getting a shiny new phone

Joker was at a blackjack table, drinking and gambling away what little money he had. Maybe he'd drunk a little too much.

"What, it's a free country, isn't it?" he said, confrontationally, to a random person who he thought might have looked at him funny. "I fought to make this a free country. I gave my legs to make this a free country." It was true enough, as these things go. He was too young to have actually fought for freedom in the Great War, but he'd done his share of oppressing people in the Caribbean. And his legs were still there, he'd just never walk without pain again. "So I can drink as much as I wanna drink. You got a problem with that?"

After her last few jobs, Emma'd found herself in the black, so here was was at one of the poker tables, doing her best at turning a little extra cash into a lot of it.

Helpd she had a gift of knowing when the man across from her was bluffing.

Dinah was there. Right now she was working two cases at once: the Death of the Black Canary, and the Disappearing "Brother." Her eyes were open for hitters and Boz, and making sure Vic Moretti didn't have reason to take her in.

The clock on both cases was ticking.

Like Ricki wouldn't turn up here, after the sales pitch Barry had given her!

She had an allowance to burn and an itch to play craps. This place seemed perfectly suited to both.

Ricki had dropped enough money that the bartenders were only too willing to supply her with fresh booze -- and, when she dropped her voice and asked about Other Refreshments, they'd generously complied.

Best. Club. Ever.

"You have legs," Ricki offered, helpfully. In case he didn't realize it.

"Thank you, Doll," Joker snorted. "Thought I'd left 'em in my other pants." He sighed, and gestured at her with his drink, spilling some. "You wanna call these useless sacks of meat 'n bone 'legs', you go right on ahead. Face as sweet as yours, you do anything you want. But I'll never run again. I'll never walk again, not without crutches. Docs say I should be glad they didn't amputate. I say, they're all hacks! HACKS!"

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"Are you the guy in charge?" Dinah didn't have a complaint, but she did have a question. Another one, after that first one. Probably followed by even more.

"No flirting, I'm taken," Ricki said, automatically. She had a good thing going, and she wasn't going to mess that up. "Sorry your legs don't work, though."

It was possible she was a little tipsy herself.

"You're a little young to've been in the war, yeah?"

Alana had some free time before she had to be at Luke's, and where better to spend it than the gin joint? She perched on a stool with her legs crossed, sipping something with tonic in it through a straw and watching the crowd. Maybe later on she'd take her chances on a roll of dice or two...

"You fake a few papers, you grease a few palms, and they don't look at you too close after that," Joker told her. "I wanted to be a pilot. I was a damn good one. 'Til I got shot down."

"Guess you can't be a pilot no more," Ricki observed. "On account of the legs."

"Can't put anything past you," Joker snarked. "Absolutely stellar deduction, right there."

"Not at all," Barry replied. "Why are you asking for the boss?"

"Mostly just 'cause I want to talk to someone who knows this joint. This island. These people." She grinned, and slapped down her photo of Boz Priestly. "Seen this mug in here before? or around?"

"Is there a problem here?" Barry said giving the waiter a steely glare who had given Joker a funny look. "Because I'd hate to see a loyal veteran mistreated in my establishment."

At least until he was completely tapped out.

"Well, well, well... What's such a nice lady doing here sitting all by herself?" Barry said sliding up to the bar and snapping his fingers at the bartender. A second drink was immediately brought to Alana.

"I make it a point never to remember a name or a face in this joint unless they owe me money," Barry said shoving the picture back. "Sorry, dollface. No dice."

Dinah held up a $20, then had it joined by another $20. "Memory improving? Never, ever seen this guy?"

Barry laughed. "Forty dollars? Doll, I pay more for a shoeshine."

Dinah sighed. Gumshoeing didn't pay enough for her to offer anything higher.

"Fine." She laid down a twenty and said, "Scotch and water, and if you see this guy around tell him I'm looking for him. And so is Momoko."

That could be a 'oh look, your sister is worried about you!' Or "by the way, there's a very shady dame after your ass."

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