The Chained Maiden
CRAZY JETHRO’S SALOON AND SPIRITS
A run down western-themed bar in the south slums of New Madison. Known for it’s home brewed sasparilla (one of the only places the stuff still grows in for miles) and it’s cheesy grinning cowboy sign, Crazy Jethro’s is a pretty shoddy place otherwise. The clientelle is usually comprised of a sordid type, slummers from around the burg, usually older. The bar is firmly in Kings of the World territory, and enjoys the more mafioso mentality of the group. After all, even if you call it “protection money”, if you pay it every 3 weeks it’s just a bill, right up there with the electricity and the synthohol.
One of the secrets of the bar, known by about half it’s regulars, is the fact that Crazy Jethro’s is a runner haven, and some of the most prestigious fixers in the tri-state area have been known to drop by looking for talent. Of course, when they’re not by, you’ll just have to settle for Whistlin’ Smith, the owner of the joint. He used to be a pretty famous runner, making waves in the ATL community, and like most other prime runners of the day, running some pretty crazy jobs in runner heaven, good ol’ Seattle. He prefers not to get his head blown off these days, as he’s got a wife and a kid to take care of; but if you’re looking to get your decapitation quota for the week taken care of, Whistlin’ Smith is more than capable of finding someone to take care of that for you.