Frankie had been talking all morning with Raconteur about his most promising guys in the Diamond Dogs gang.  A single name came up again and again, one she knew to be competent and capable... someone she'd come to trust and respect.

So, she sent Raconteur out to find & send back Andy_Campo to West Point Lighthouse for a conversation about his place in the Seattle operations and his future with The Ivory Tower.

Andy arrives with haste at The Ivory Tower. He rushes thru the lobby and finnaly reaches Donna DiCaprio's office. He stops for a second to catch his break and to make himself presentable thank he knocks at the door and enters:"Hello my Donna and Raconteur. Have you called for me?"

"Andy,"  Frankie stands up and walks around her desk.  "As you know we're getting settled in here in Seattle and there's been some issues in dealing with Tyler Durden's gang and some of our associates, who I'm not sure we can trust anymore.  I need someone I can put my faith in, someone like you, to handle some sensitive affairs tonight."

Frankie leads Andy downstairs to the door through which only Made Men and Women enter.  She opens the door and motions him inside.  "This could prove very dangerous depending on what choices you make - so bring your gun and tools.  However, once you're done, you're going to have proven yourself to me and everyone in this family."

She gives him a reassuring smile.  "I know I can count on you."

Frankie sent out invitations to anyone and everyone she could think of, in order to celebrate Andy_Campo earning his button!  She hoped that everyone would come out and wish him the very best in this thing of ours!
 

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Rat claps happily for the new button owner.  "Con-RAT-ulations, Andy-Campo.  Want some cheese?"

Offers a hunk of cheddar cheese he pulls from his pocket.

Although a new associate, Corvus decided to attend the celebration for Mr. Campo. He was curious what these things entailed. And there was wording on the invite about alcohol. With a scruffy hairstyle, quickly brushed back with his free hand, he entered.

In the other hand he had a gift. A box of chocolates. He had no clue what to bring. So as he stood there in the corner store earlier, the biggest box closest the exit was what he tucked under his jacket.

Angelo handled it forward and gave a nod. He had a serious look plastered on his face. Because, he was yet to be plastered. Legless was his usual appointment this time of day/night.

"I congratulate you." Angelo said in a gruff, hoarse voice. "On the uh, the celebration." He continued. Short, and no fuckin' clue.

"Thank you." Angelo said as he handled over the wooden box. Why? Nerves. And he was finally rid of the stolen item.

He then made his way towards where he imagined a stuff drink was awaiting his company, but not before eyeing off the cheese.

Raconteur had had no doubts that Andy would come through. He'd been watching the man's progress and was impressed at every turn. When Frankie announced that Andy had earned his button, he wasted no time pushing his way to the newly minted member of their inner family.

"Congratulations on your successful promotion! I had a suspicion we'd be seeing you in this manner for a little while now. Enjoy the celebration and all that comes with your new role. I'll make sure to take it easy on you tomorrow morning." He reached out and shook Andy's hand before calling over a drink for the both of them. He planned to make sure Andy had a party to remember, unless of course it was one he couldn't. Either way they were going to be in for a hell of a night.

Sullivan happily walked up and grabbed Andy's hand.

"It's about fucking time we call you one of the family, my friend. Welcome."

He kissed Andy's cheeks before planting a quick one smack on his lips. "You're going to do great things, my boy. Now go, enjoy your night." Sully smiled at Andy and gave him a wink before stepping away and finding himself next to Frankie.

"Kid's good people, Frankie. He'll make a fine addition to your family." He put his arm around his cousin's shoulders and pulled her in to him, holding her close.

"We're going to do great things here, you and me. And with Tony C. in Pioneer Square soon to be Chairman of Seattle? The families couldn't have made a better choice for the Emerald City..."

He looked at Frankie-Messina and chuckled, pressing his head to hers in an odd show of affection for the two. Lord knows they'd been through hell and back together. "It's time for the Messina family to finally, truly, make it's mark in America, Frankie... Are you ready for this?" He kissed her cheek and stepped back, smiling. "Fucking Enzo can eat this shit and take it to his grave. You're going to do what -everyone- said a Messina woman could not. Sometimes I wish Jackie was still here so the two of you could rub it in that geriatric asshole's face..."

He smirked, "But I guarantee that she is watching what you, Matty, and I are doing, and she's damned proud." He looked at Andy again and pointed to him with his hand that held a small champagne flute.

"That... THAT right there. That young mafioso... That up-and-coming gangster? This is why we are who we are. Everyone wants to belong to something that truly cares for them. We can show the whole God's forsaken world that -this- is the fucking way to run a family." The semi-drunk Sully gave Frankie a pat on the back and raised his glass to Andy as the boy looked back with a huge smile.

LooseChange walks into the place with his fedora tilted to the right, he stood in the doorway as he scanned the area looking for the guest of honor. Another mafioso moving up, it always was a great sight, and a addition. Himself a youngster in the game. He had nothing but confidence in what he was witnessing at the moment. He walks pass the bar as he approaches Andy,

"A shot of Henny, no Ice."

the tender passes him the drink and he takes a simple sip. Reaching into his breast pocket he pulls a phat blunt out and fires it up, walking up to Andy. 

"Congrats on the up, you earned it"

He passes Andy_Campo the blunt...  

"to moving forward in this."

He holds his glass up to toast the celebrated moment.