He wasn't sure if he was invited, for some reason very few people invite him to things. He doesn't mean to be so intimidating, but when you're as important of a man as he is, its extremely hard to walk up to him and ask if he'd like to attend a gathering. He understood and decided to make an appearance anyways. Stepping into his car he drove up to the party and walked inside, only to notice that he had showed up rather early. Walking into what he took to be the living room, he took a seat on one of the couches, and took a sip of a random drink that was sitting on the table directly next to him, it tasted kind of gross, but whatever. It wasn't his anyways.

He looked around the area and noticed that Whor-able was over mingling with a few of the guests. Not wanting to disturb, he put his feet up onto the couch and decided his best course of action was to spread out. Surely no one would notice, and they would definitely not care that he'd close his eyes for a few seconds, all he really wanted was some quick shut eye. Listening to all of the conversations going on at once, Ted used the sounds to help put himself to sleep. He always enjoyed things like that, the gossip of people, the pitter patter of rain, that one time his cousin Jeb threw a bunch of rocks at a wall over and over again. Just the little things in life, you know.

"Hey, buddy. Other people need to sit.", Ted's eyes opened and the first thing he saw was a man who clearly had no idea just how important Ted was, but he was okay with it. He always let it slide. When you're as humble as Ted, sometimes its hard to realize just how important and awe-inspiring he really is. He put his feet back onto the ground and let the man sit, but not before giving him a pretty hard stare just to let him know how much business he means.

The guy didn't seem to notice.

Ted shrugged and jumped up from the couch, if he couldn't sleep there then there's no point to sitting in the first place. Walking over to a random crowd of people he randomly interjected some fun words into the conversation.

"and so I said to the man, what's the deal with airline food?! What's up with that?!?!", the people gave Ted a confused look and he realized that maybe they weren't the type of people to understand his fast cutting humor and wit. Not many people got him the way he got himself, but like his mother always said, 'fuck off and get me some more bourbon'. 

That reminded him. He was getting thirsty, and that quick sip of whatever the hell he just had wasn't doing a great job at tiding him over. Taking a detour into the kitchen, he looked around for something to drink, but alas couldn't find anything except for a few cups and some tap water. He gave up tap water a few months ago. He only did ocean water now. Maybe Whor-able had some hiding in her basement?!

Walking towards the basement he stopped in his tracks and thought that maybe he should first let Whor-able know he's here, and so he walked over to her and cleared his throat loudly enough that she'd notice him. He thought that might be enough, but wasn't entirely sure, so he opted to say a few words too.

"Hey. Nice party, do you happen to have any ocean water lying around anywhere?" 

Whor-able looks at Ted and smiles at her quirky friend

Ted looked confused as Whorable said this word, salt water. 

"No, no. You misunderstand. I don't want salt water, I want ocean water. It is extremely different. One is salty and the other is also salty, but that's just because it comes from the Ocean. Duhhh."

He was almost entirely sure that he had correctly explained the difference and let off a large grin, he was happy that finally someone had welcomed him to the party. Most people walked by as if he didn't exist, but maybe that was just because he hadn't gotten drunk yet. The party always got more fun when Ted was drunk...

Acaelus Thorne was sitting in the back of the building getting the girls organized to serve drinks and food, after giving out directions as to who was doing what. one of the new girls came up and tried to ask a question "Mr. Acl.. Acus..." putting up a hand he grinned.

"Call me Throne Acaelus is to hard to remember. to answer your question no you do not have to sleep with anyone, this is a party not a whore house......well it is and it isn't you get what i mean."

Sending the girls off to the floor Thorne needed to go get ready himself, as nice as she was Whor-able would kill him if he showed up to the party dressed as a bumb. going off to his room he finds a suit laid out for him on the bed, worth well more than he personally would have spent on a suit but that was probably the idea. Getting dressed in the black and green silk suit that had been specially tailored for him. He looked great but he was missing one thing, Opening his drawer he pulls out his fathers hat and puts it on his black and green hair. "perfect"

Thorne goes down stairs and looks around for any familiar face, when he catches glimpse of Whor-able and his jaw drops. Before he relizes it he's walking over playing with something in his hands, coming to stand in front of her he takes her hand and kisses the back of it like he'd seen his father do with so many hands before.

"you look absolutly stunning, this is for you" 

Thorne pulls the paper rose from his hands, and gently places it in Whor-able's mile of clevage to draw more attention. coming to his sense he looks around and notices Ted staring. he Extends his hand and shakes hand.

"Good evening man, how are you doing? i don't think we have ever had a chance to meet before i hope i didn't interrupt anything. Names Thorne. did i hear something about salt water and ocean water not being the same?"

Conor_McGregor rolled over in his nice comfortable bed and glanced at his watch lying on the bedside table. It was a couple hours until the evening, until the big party. He rolled over to the other side and noticed there was still a lady in the bed next to him. He gently shakes her to wake her up, hands her a hand full of bills, then get's up, stretching as he does so. The lady looks at him, dumbfounded.

"What am I supposed to do with this?"

Conor shakes his head, some gals just can't take a hint.

We both knew what this was, whatever your name is. Shit, was so drunk, I don't even remember you, let alone care. Guys like me, you shouldn't get so attached to. Now get lost, I have business to attend to.

He takes his hands and makes a "shewing" motion towards the door, as the gal breaks into tears and takes off running in my nice robe. Damn, guess I'll have to buy a new one. Should probably keep a stack of them around somewhere.

Conor proceeds to go through his usual evening routine, shower, fixing his hair, combing his beard to the perfect look, and then picks out a nice dark blue, not quite navy, suit with a white shirt, and light blue vest. He puts it on and affixes it to all the proper contours. Finally achieving his perfect look. He walks down to the kitchen, and grabs his flask, proceeding to fill it with some fine Irish whiskey that he had smuggled into the country for occasions such as this. He takes a giant swig and then proceeds outside.

The driver is already awaiting Conor, looking nervously at his watch. 

"Sir, we've got to hurry, if we don't, you're going to be late AGAIN!"

Conor shrugs him off and gets into the car.

We'll get there. It takes time to maintain my image.

The driver quickly takes his seat in the driver's seat, and takes off down the street. He starts weaving in and out of traffic with ease, as he rushes to make the party on time. He arrives at Whor-able's location, barely on time. Conor steps out of the car and into the location. He wonders around until he finds Whor-able.

Good evening! Wonderful party you have here, let's make this night great!

afghan pacing around his office, glancing back at the clock every few trips around the room. Already wearing his best suit for the party ahead he was obviously pretty anxious to get out of his house and see Whor-able. It had only been two days but the HQ had been a little quieter without her running around inside. As the clock chimed when it hit the hour afghan made a B-line to the door and made his way to the party. As he entered he seen Whor straight away and quickly approached for a hug.

Whor! It's you! Congratulations again, this place is awesome. Of course not as nice as what we have but maybe one day! afghan smirks

I know you will do awesome and if you ever need anything you know where to go. So, what do we have to drink around here?! I thought it was a party!

Glancing across the room afghan spots Conor_McGregor just as he turned and spotted him. Their eyes lit up and they both smirked as they turned to look at Whor. As she rolled her eyes afghan made his way towards Conor, grabbing a bottle of whiskey off a nearby table. 

Hey, so how about last night? I seen you going home with someone, who in the hell was that?! Let me guess, you were to fucking drunk to even remember the name? I'm surprised you're even up yet, we nearly had to kill that bartender last night because you kept telling him how much you wanted to fuck his sister when he doesn't even have a fucking sister. Man he was so pissed off, he wanted to kick us out so bad but wasn't sure if our guys were going to take him out back if he didn't just keep giving us drinks on the house. Whatever fuck it, I'm sure we are going to repeat the shit tonight. Wanna go mess with Whor? 

afghan turns towards where Whor is standing talking to another guest, she looks up and sees both of them just standing there with faces that she knows means they are up to know good. 

Gino's Cadillac parked in front of his good friend, Whor-able's new establishment. He was grateful that she had remembered him and had invited him for the grand opening. He stepped out of the Cadillac, followed by his dirty cop and bodyguards, and gracefully made his way to the front door. He nodded to Barry, showed him the invitation and was allowed to enter. 

At the door, he was greeted by Whor-able herself, and Gino could feel himself get tensed around the loins when he saw her in the attractive dress, but naturally, he had not survived for so long in this thing without generous measures of self-control and reason. "I am glad you finally got a place of your own" he tells her, smiling and shaking her hand. "We all knew it was coming, it was but a matter of time." Gino then handed her his gift, a fabulously crafted revolver, with a wrought-iron barrel and chamber, decorated with gold embroidery and an ivory handle. The weapon itself used .45 caliber diamond tipped bullets. Along with the gun, there was a free 2 week long vacation pass for the Golden Chest Casino in New-York with all beverages, food and drinks being on the house.

"Just a little something to take care of troublesome clients, this baby can shoot through reinforced steel" Gino said pointing at the gun. Next he turned to the vacation pass and said "I noticed you were very stressed lately, so something to help you unwind and relax too." He then accompanied Whor-able on a tour of the establishment and eventually the big party.

PeterMcNeil walks up to an area where there is a lot of shouting, a lot of hat throwing, and plenty of open empty alcohol bottles laying on the flow.   Clearly this is a celebration he thinks, but of what kind, I guess the only way to find out is to investigate further.

Reaching for his piece on the off chance things take a drunken turn he wanders into the crowd, everyone happy, everyone celebrating, but it only takes one person to set things off... but this doesn't seem like that kind of event.  Clearly late to the party he moves civilians and low level thugs out of the way to get a better look, and then he sees what is going on, a celebration of a new family.

"Ah Don Whor-able I had heard this was coming.  Congratulations on starting your own family.   May you make Chicago proud."

Thorne left Whor-able to greet her guests while he went and set up some activities, he remembered his father mentioning a street part with booze  and pinatas he loved pinatas. Thorne had a few custom pinatas made, housing bottles of booze, candy, some perfume for the lucky lady in your life and a few VIP passes to a few of the best strip clubs in the districts. The pinatas were in the shape of asses. 

Having checked up on them and got them ready to go, Thorne finds Whor-able showing Gino_Santangello around. Making is way over he watches as PeterMcNeil comes and greets his boss. Thorne catches up and smiles at the two new faces, with a quick nod he offers both of them a stick. Peter and Gino take the sticks with confused looks on their faces, right on cue the spot lights shine down and the Pinatas fall into place.

" It was great to meet you two, inside those hanging fun bags are some wonderful prizes. to those that can crack them open and get them first." 

Extending his arm to Whor-able, Thorne grins and looks over at afghan-mango.

"shall we take a walk around and interact with some more guests my lady?"

Yes, let's walk around, but first I've got to get Conor_McGregor and afghan-mango over here so they can see your custom ass shaped pinata's and join Gino_Santangello and PeterMcNeil. They are gonna love it. 

Conor! Afghan! 

Whor-able motions for them to come over

Have you seen these pinata's?

Conor and Afghan turn to look at the pinata's and begin to laugh at the same time.

Gino_Santangello and PeterMcneil join in on the laugh as they shake hands with Afghan and Conor. Conor announces over the laughter.

You know who's brainchild this was, dont ya? It's this crazy bastard right here.

Conor pats AcaelusThorne on the back and they all laugh again.

Whor-able takes AcaelusThorne  hankerchief out of his pocket and walks up to Conor and ties the hankerchief around his eyes.

Conor you get to go first cause everyone in the district knows you like to chase tail and it will be interesting to see how well you do blindfolded.

Have fun boys and pace yourselves because this party won't end till the birds start chirping and the sun comes up.

Acaelus, let's go see if we can find Godfather Spunky and make sure he is enjoying himself.

AcaelusThorne puts out his arm for Whor-able and he leads her away to find Godfather Spunky and converse with the other guests.

Booklet was Frantic he been so busy setting up jobs for Whor-able around the city, almost forgot to vist the HQ for the party he was very tunnel foucused like his father had to finish everything before he could arive the other thing he couldnt handle was being late.

"ahh just in time"

Booklet new to CH meet with Whor-able in the lobby where she began intorducing him to a few guests, which is great meeting all the new faces will help with setting up the Red Light's Rackets corners etc for the pity thugs potentail recruits later in life.

As the night passed greeting dulled into frienships it was time Bokklet went back to work no rest for the wicked

He was running late, his time keeping had been way off recently, maybe it was the dementia kicking in but he was never one to miss a party and this one was a special one. He grabbed his tuxedo from the wardrobe and had a quick wash and shave. He looked in the mirror and he thought he scrubbed up well for an old man. He walked outside and the cold air hit him. He looked at his driver and his driver looked at his watch and tapped it. He jumped in the back seat and the driver shot off down the road.

As they got nearer the speed dropped as there were cars dropping people off left, right and centre. The driver managed t park right outside, Spunky opened the door and swung his lugs round. As he pushed up his knees cracked and he gingerly walked towards the entrance. He opened the door and and had a quick scan of the room. He noticed Whor-able and wondered if he could sneak in without her seeing how late he was. It was too late as he headed in the opposite direction and she caught a glimpse of him, she made a beeline for him.

He smiled a cheeky smile and before she could say anything he was already in full motion.

I know, I know I am late but you know me I like to make an entrance plus since you are no longer my right hand I have nobody to keep in check, I'm a lost cause now you know.

A smile creeps onto her face and she leads him to the drinks so he can have a whisky. As he gets there he starts again.

You didn't think I was going to miss this did you? Isn't the term fashionably late or something?

He cups his hands around hers and says

Congratulations once more on your bold suit and congratulations on throwing such a fabulous party.

Back at his apartment, Weav3r received notice that there was some sort of a party taking place at a specific address, yet..he wasn't quite sure what to think of it at first. Damn near every place that he went and everyone he spoke to insisted upon meeting with him by dragging him into an alleyway under the veil of the night, so it shouldn't be too surprising that he was feeling just a tad uneasy about this.

When Weav3r finally decided to take up the offer and had memorized the address written out before him, he crumbled the paper and then set it alight with a lighter until the flames consumed the paper entirely, reducing it down to nothing but ash that he chose to leave perched atop the hardwood kitchen table -- removing evidence of where he was going, in case there so happened to be anyone tailing him. It was highly unlikely, but Weav3r was a paranoid man.

Once he managed to get himself dressed into his nicest suit, he proceeded to exit from the apartment. "Make sure no one follows." he warned his bodyguards after descending from his apartment and onto the streets in order to begin the venture to the specified address. "I'm not going to have myself getting ambushed."

It was a long while before Weav3r found himself arriving at the address, but he had made it -- and without any complications whatsoever..unless one were to count the fact his legs had now become sore from the long trip.

"Stay." As always, the command to his bodyguards carried that usual demeanor that one had about them when teaching a puppy where to put their droppings. Either way, he was not going to have a repeat of the last time he went somewhere, with the guards practically barricading him from being able to make it indoors.

Finally, with all that out of the way, Weav3r was able to begin ascending that staircase until he'd reached the top and was standing a mere foot away from the door. "Here we go" The man grumbled under his breath as a large, scarred knuckle lifted out from the warmth of his pocket and gave three, hard pounds into the wooden structure to announce his presence. He wasn't even certain if his knock was going to be heard over all of the chatter taking place within, but he tried his best to have manners..seeing as he was a new guy on the streets and all.