As soon as he woke up, he knew it was the day. The rumor had it several other men and women had a big day and were going to take the ranks of Godfather. It didn't mean he couldn't bring down Seattle's current Godfather and take over the esteemed rank. He got dressed quickly, grabbed the first samouraï shirt laying around and put on his beige pants, without forgetting his trusted sawed off shotgun. He finally felt ready, even thought his nerves were off the charts, but there was no going back from here. It was happening.

He walked over to the Godfathers HQ, with sweaty palms and a dry throat. Meeting with the prominent figure was always stressful, but today was on another level. He stopped himself in front of the huge HQ doors, and pushed them open moments after. It's was go time. 

Half an hour later, he came out, pushing the big oak doors from the inside. He had blood all over his face, and his shirt, and he was wearing a huge smile. It was done. He did it. He was now the Godfather Chairman of Seattle. He sat down on the stairs and took a moment to reflect on how he got here. He was so thankful to Godmother Marie and Godfather Salvatore. They had given him his opportunity and he hoped he made them proud. He revisited his old memories, back when he started in Chicago, then moved to Corktown to finally move again in Seattle. 

It was time to celebrate now! He contacted Tops and ordered a massive amount of melons and asked Artie to prepare tons of Fried Chicken. And last but not least, he ordered gallons of alcohol. It was going to be a good day!

It was still early morning when Tops was handed a small note by Kesey.
Either it was very early, or the note was a bit weird.

Brih Brih Bring me hee hee to too two do do dozen watah watermelons ace ace ace asap
Wee.. wee (sorry, Tops, I didn't truely follow this part).. wee.. we neeheed two two to cellar cellar celebrate
God
Father
Chair
Man

Tops read it a couple of times before he understood to have to nick Tyki_Mikk's van and drive past the Water My Lawn stand to come celebrate Coltrane's promotion. Oh it was a joyful day!

He knew the day had arrived and he was on standby the whole time, waiting outside the mansion of the original Godfather of Seattle as Don Coltrane had made his approach. If anyone from the current Godfathers' family had tried to intervene whilst Coltrane was having his duel, Tyki was ready to step in and assist his good friend.

As he watched on, he held his nerve and put his trust in the Dons ability to handle the matter alone. As time passed, the result was made clear to him shortly after with Coltrane exiting the building, sword in hand and blood across his stained shirt, a bright smile of relief worn on his face.

Standing up, Tyki made his presense obvious to the now, Godfather-Chairman Coltrane, as he walked over and placed his hand on his shoulder. "It's been a long journey Godfather but it's an absolute pleasure to see how far you have come. You came here without hesistation and you handled your business, much respect."

The sun was rising on Seattle and the busy streets only further echoed that. "Come, we have much celebrating to do, let's eat, drink and savour this legendary moment!"

With a smile, he walked alongside the newest Godfather-Chairman as people flocked to pay their respect to him.

Waiting outside of the building anxiously, Trixxy waited patiently, noises of fight and chaos came from the building but she knew and trusted in Coltrane to win what was rightfully his. He had waited a long time for this opportunity and he was here to take it, that was for sure. Half an hour passed, her eyes lit up a little as she noticed the doors opening again. As she saw him wander out of it, all bloody and worn out, she clapped with excitement.

She watched as he propped himself down on the stairs to rest for a little while, you could tell he was happy though. Running over, she gave him a light hug before clapping again. "Godfather Coltrane! Congratulations!" she said, her voice filled with excitement for him. "I cannot think of anyone more deserving, well done." she added. "Now lets all celebrate! Big day for Seattle!" she exclaimed, all ready to party with her new Godfather Chairman.

Artie arrived late.  He hated being late to anything, his mother had commented how had arrived bang on time and that continued throughout his life.  This time though he had walked into Vesuvio's to yet another note from Coltrane.

Artie,

I need fried chicken.  No real urgency but as quickly as possible please otherwise there'll be deep fried Artie coming up.

Much love

Colt

By the time he arrived, Coltrane had made his announcement and people were tucking in to watermelon.

Congratulations Coltrane, it's well deserved.  It has all seemed to fall in to place at just the right time.

Artie waited for a second to get Coltrane alone.

Ummm...you know you've always had access to good fried chicken at Vesuvio's.  You just needed to ask...