[ Log: Royalty in Detroit]

[michiganmauler]

[ The house was a white one with wide windows in the front clearly a renovated porch the bottom haves of the glass had blinds on the but the rest was exposed. The house was made of brick for the most part, once inside the porch there was another door and though that was the lundry room leading into the kitchen. Though it didn't look fancy and was clearly an older house. It had a lot of love too it. Clearly not a place Bobby made. Even if he did fix a lot of it up after the shot out.

The door to the Mercer house came open as Bobby Mercer; The Michigan Muller stood there on the otherside looking at the princess a moment before out the door to make sure she was not followed.] "Thought you were bringing your twin?"

he asked as he reached out to take her bags from her, no sense in letting a woman carry her bags in on her own. He may be far from a gentlemen but if Ma was alive she'd give him hell for disrespecting an actual lady under her roof.]

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[badassmercer.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes it is, sometimes it isn't either way its still a good idea here in America to keep you're damn doors locked. That's the first thing Detroit's finest ask if someone comes up in your home and kills someone." And see he took the hint raising an eyebrow a her as he did pulling it open "Another hint, you dont want people knowing your a woman from money don't wait on a man to do anything but take out the trash. And sometimes its fun to shoot at people you maybe never see. Just take my word for it."

"Ohh big time you had a Big mac, Wait till you have a whopper shit will blow your Mind Liz." Making his way out to the gold car he looked back tossing her the keys "Lock the dead bolt, its the key that will say master lock."