Offer an alternative.

You look between Mitch and Benji and wonder how you got dragged into their family affair. You came for the free drinks, not offer business counseling. Rubbing your eyes you take a deep breath before answering,

"I get where you're coming from Mitch, but if Benji's so strongly against it there's probably a good reason for it." Benji smiles for the first time and straightens up, glancing smugly at Mitch's exacerbated expression. You quickly continue before Mitch can cut your train of thought. "But, letting the business rely on outside income is a terrible solution. Maybe for a few months, you can keep the place afloat but you won't last the upcoming year. I don't know how businesses are run in the Red so I can't offer much help... But from what I've seen the places around here are mostly brothels and pubs right?"

"And gambling houses. But those are under strict oversight by the Duke," answered Benji.

"And most brothels give patronage to Big Daddy. Anything outside his jurisdiction is in direct competition and you do not want to get on that man's bad side." Mitch downed another shot as Benji meekly poured him another.

"But what about other services?"

"What do you mean?" they asked in unison.

"Well, maybe offer a service that hasn't been tapped into."

The two brothers stare at each other until Mitch shrugs and downs another shot. No one offers a suggestion so you continue brainstorming out loud.

"For example, a brothel is instant gratification, right? You pay, have sex and it's done. But what if there was more build-up to it. Like treating the customers like they were more than customers. A kind of luxury service you can't get anywhere else. A kind of exclusivity that drives up the demand and makes people come back for more."

Mitch continued to drink while Benji stared at you earnestly. Seeing you had at least one of the brother's attention you continue,

"I guess you would have to differentiate enough so it's not technically a brothel. You probably wouldn't want to turn the place into one either. Hmm, I don't know. I just feel like there's a market for people who want something more than sex. Like a companionship or something." Your mind brings up the Kid again which annoys you to no end.

"Like a gentlemen's club."

You swirl around your drink and shrug before answering Benji,

"I guess. Not sure how you'd turn the place into one. You would need capital to get the ball rolling, rebrand, and redecorate the place to match. And hiring people that match the description of a gentlemen's club sounds like a pain in the ass too." You look over and see that Mitch is passed out, head in between his arms. He was surprisingly bad at handling his drinks despite how fast he downed them. Benji notices this and sighs before coming around to the other side of the bar. He was much leaner than his brother but no less fit. He lifts Mitch from his drunken stupor with relative ease. As you get up to help, he waves his hand for you to sit back down.

"It's fine. You're Mitch's guest here. Would you mind just watching the bar though? I'm gonna lay him down in the back before he hurts himself." You nod silently, realizing your GPS back home just went out of service. You figured this would happen, but you couldn't turn down the free drinks either. You would find your way back somehow. It wasn't your first time getting stranded in a district you didn't belong. As you watch Benji drag Mitch around the back you feel a slim figure hovering behind you. As you turn you're startled from your stupor. A man who you easily identify as a Red worker stands before you, right hand outstretched in polite greeting.