Indifference laid on the couch in a full-on coma.  His pistol resting on his chest in one hand, a half eaten bag of pork rinds resting in the other, and several empty beer cans sitting on the coffee table running parallel to the couch.  Arya_stark came into the room and looked at the sadsack.  She loved him and treated him like the consummate gangster - but sometimes the habits of the slug wore on her.

She poked him with her little needle sword thinger.  Indifference stirs, but wipes the saliva out from the corner of his mouth and continues to slumber.  Arya glares at him and pokes him again a little harder - still nothing.

A"For god's sake.  Today is my big day to challenge the godfather here in Bella Vista.  My main support is a puddle of revery here in the HQ. I guess I'll round up Theabominablesnowman to take his place." Arya looked at the messy coffee table and frowned.  She preferred things neater.

Arya grabbed a half empty beer bottle and started cleaning up his mess (as she so often does).  It clinked ever so slightly against another empty and Indifference's hand shot out like lightning and took the bottle away and he stood up.  Arya rolled her eyes.

S"Oh good, you're awake.  I was just on my way to challenge the godfather. Thought you might like to join. Annnnnnd ya know - I think we better clear something up while we are here.  We're The Faceless Men.  Not the Facelessly Drunk Men." he looked at him the way all angry women stare at men.

"Oh really?  It's that time?  Shit. I had no idea.  Nice one on the pun."  Indifference holsters his pistol and straightens up his shitty mobster suit. "Let me make the announcement for you."

Indifference looks around the HQ and sees the crew working hard, and working away at their respective hustles, dicing, boozing, snorting, inhaling, blowing or doing otherwise.  Indifference takes his large fat hand with unpedicured nails and draaaaaaaags them down the chalkboard the crew used for mapping out their OC robberies, and more importantly for morte_rossa and Indifference to fail them on.  Everyone shudders and covers their ears as Ol' Diffy pipes up.

"Annoyed??  I don't give a fuck.  I got your attention and it didn't take long." Indifference boasts as he swigs from his piss warm beer.

"Folks - today is a special day in the life of our fearless leader Arya_stark.  She's rose up from a pretty little gangster, jumped through the goomba hoop and earned her way straight into wise guy.  She made herself available to the gods of this fine land to contain all the other pretty little gangsters after these shores had a Godfather and Don genodicing war.  She's worked hard for this city, and this crew to make sure that people like you have been protected and safe.  She's maintained harmony and peace in these lands for stability that we all crave. Now - it's time for her to go and challenge the godfather here in Bella Vista for the district.  Please, I ask all of you to offer her your support." Indifference lowered his eyes and prepared.  He mostly didn't give a shit, but he could pull it together.

" Epiphany , go get the limo.  We'll escort her before she does what she has to do."

Epiphany drove the car around and Indifference spanked Rocky 's ass and gave him the crazy eyes before they loaded in.  He looked back over at Arya.  "So - you gonna use that pointy thinger there, or what?  You know what they say about gals who bring knives to a gun fight."

Arya looked over at Tishy and did that thing where you kinda frown but your neck muscles stick out before turning to her RHM. "Don't worry about me dear.  This Godfather of Bella Vista is just another name to stroke off of the list.  I shall disguise myself with my purdy little satchel of faces, and he will not know what hit him." Arya replied.

Epiphany cruised around the perimeter of the "Beautful Sight" in Philly before zeroing in on the warehouse where the godfather was known to preside.  Chef got up from his seat in the back of the limo but Arya stayed him with a hand to her knee.

"You stay here.  I got this, and I must do it alone." Arya said firmly.

"You sure you don't want to ride your dragon spyro into the battle?" Indifference snorted.

Silence.

"Wrong dragon, wrong female Indifference.  Pay attention." Bryan scolded the hand.

"Sorry.  It's always been my thing to cut the intensity of the moment with a little humour.  Anyone know any good jokes?"Indifference scanned the rest of the family in the back of the limo to no avail.

Before Indifference was forced to cut the air with anymore bad statements, Arya emerged from the warehouse silently, efficiently and barely noticed.  The old godfather's face was carved out and hanging on the end of her needle with a wry smile across the face of the new godmother Arya. Corsen and nomadic jumped up with their arms in the air and smiled.

Bella Vista has a new Godmother!

Chef gets out the car and makes his way to the trunk, opening it he smiles and heaves out the large crate of champagne, Dom Perignon's finest, Cracking open the crate he hands them out and holds up a bottle

"Cheers to the new Godmother of Bella Vista Arya_Stark , it has been a pleasure to work with you and be by your side, here's to a good future in Philly and Bella Vista"

Having been notified through courier, Spaceman arrived on the scene and approached the group just in time to observe Arya_Stark walking out from the warehouse, watching as the face of the old Godfather was flung up in the air like a mortarboard on graduation day - before gravity unceremoniously slapped the mass of flesh back onto a patch of asphalt, none the wiser to the celebration that was mere meters away from it.  

"Congratulations on this achievement, Arya.  Your steady hand on Bella Vista has helped shape what Philadelphia is today,  and I'm eager to see you start the next chapter of your journey here."

Spaceman snapped his fingers as two bodyguards emerged from a vehicle, hauling out a case of champagne and what appeared to look like a cigar case.  Receiving the case from one of his guards, he flicked the box open to reveal a set of full syringes, before handing them to Indifference for distribution.

"You've earned these tranquilizers, gang.  I'll see you back in Bella Vista."

His day had been busy but news reached Seattle about the appointment of the newest Godmother in the Seven Cities. Business dealings had seen the majority of his day disappear. After checking his schedule, he contacted a few of the local owners under his protection racket to advise them that there had been a change of plans regarding his visit.

Within a few short hours, flight plans were arranged and he was on his way over to personally visit Arya in Philly, along with a few gifts to help her celebrate the momentous occasion.

"Hello Arya, it's a pleasure to see you again."

Turning to the side, he signalled for a few of his personal guard to remain by the vehicle.

"I must say, it was a delight to hear about the new role you have taken up and I know it's something you worked hard for. I brought you some gifts from Ballard, I hope they are to your liking. A selection of wines for you, along with a few beers for your trusty Right hand. I am sure celebrations have been going well for you, perhaps having a few local businesses prepare something special is in order? I'm sure the Mayor of Bella Vista will be keen to know what's going on since there is a new Godmother in town!"

Colt had heard the news and immediately booked a flight to Philly. He wanted to congratulate the new Godmother in person. It wasn't everyday an event this big and this important happened, and it was something he had to acknowledge. Plus, he was planning on taking on Seattle's current Godfather, so he could use some advice.

Congratulations, Godmother Arya! Reaching those heights aren't easy, but you deserve it very much! You will be an amazing Godmother, I am sure of it. Also, I was wondering, how did manage to overthrow the Godfather? he asked, hoping he'd get some needed advice.

"Wonderful day for the city, it's been a long grind to grow like we have and this is a great way to emphasize that hard work. I have belief that the rank of Godfather/mother means something different to everyone. Everyone wields it in a different way. Regardless of how you use this rank, to get to this point is well worth recognition.

"Saluti, Godmother Stark."

Arya stepped out of the building, wiping the flecks of blood off her face.  It seemed that word of her challenging the Godfather of Bella Vista had spread throughout the cities.  She was surprised, but quite pleased at the crowd that had gathered outside the former Godfather’s mansion. Sure, the bullet wound in her side ached, but the doctor had given her enough medicine to make it through the celebration. The risk of battling a Godfather always came with its ups and downs.  The wound would heal, and the scar would forever remind her of the things she had done to earn her place in this world.

She hadn’t realized that when her sword lowered, the freshly harvested face had slipped into the asphalt.  As the bottles of champagne were popped and the cheering began, she quickly scooped the face up off the ground and tucked it away in her bag.  A new face could always come in handy every now and then when she needed to run a job incognito.

She smoothed out her leather tunic, tucking her sword back into her belt and clearing her throat.

“Thank you everyone, it is a privilege to be standing here as the new Godmother of Bella Vista.  Now, as I’m sure the police will be on their way shortly, if you’d all like to return to your cars and follow my driver back to the House of Black and White, the celebrations will commence shortly,” she said, climbing back into her limo. The drive back was uneventful, but it seemed the party had already started at the House of Black and White when they arrived. 

When she walked inside, all the members of Bella Vista were inside, and it seemed that Chef had organized a northern style feast in her honor. Somehow, they had managed to find some barrels of honey mead, with the large wooden kegs behind the bar area, a fresh tap in one.  She gladly accepted a flagon to drink as she made her way through the sea of well-wishers.  For once, she would be taking a page out of her inebriated Right Hand’s playbook.  It was a night to celebrate, and without any further ado, she took a moment to pound back her drink.  She wiped her mouth, smiled broadly before holding up her mug.

“Another!”