Tom_Doogle sits alone in his usual corner booth. He first chose this location because sitting here, he can view the entire bar. Not to mention the shadows fall just right, keeping him partially hidden - virtually unnoticable except for the occasional red light from his lit cigar as he takes a puff. Smoke hangs heavy in the establishment.

His trademark drink, Jack and Coke sits before him on the table. More Jack than anything else, the drink goes down easy as Tom watches the other patrons conversate and laugh throughout the night. Normally not one to speak to others, aside from those close to him in Chicago, Tom has chose tonight to introduce himself to the outside world. He motions for another drink...the bartender reluctantly pours another - it's at least his ninth of the evening.

No, Tom_Doogle isn't nervous - he never is. It's more of an uncomfortable feeling.

Can I get the attention of all you fine men and women?

Tom clears his throat as all eyes look to him. He knew he should have done this some other time. With a deep sigh and a gulp from his drink, he continues...

I just wanted to introduce myself to everyone tonight. I'm not so young but not so old. My loyalties are with my crew and my city of Chicago and her allies. Please do not mistake my silence as unwillingness to communicate or converse with you. I'm a friendly man with a big heart - still learning things myself but quick to help those in need. I promise to do a better job of getting to know each of you to the best of my ability.

Doogle pauses, realizing that there are individuals in the crowd that could one day send him to the grave. Feeling uncomfortable again, he finishes his drink and hurries his speech...

We are fortunate to live in these great times of prosperity, but remember not to take a single day for granted. I've seen friends come and go, as I'm sure you all have as well. Perhaps it's a factor in my inability to form meaningful relationships with those of you in the streets, which is a shame really; we're all just trying to make a living.

He rubs his sweaty palms on his pea coat.

Anyways, no matter what city you belong to, I hope to create many positive relationships during our times of peace.

Tom sinks back into his booth, realizing he ended his introduction awkwardly. He motions for another drink... as he feels the sting of the whiskey in his throat he feels slighty normal once again.

Masquerade walks up from behind Tom_Doogle, with a cigarette inbetween his lips. He sits on the barstool, placing one hand onto Tom's shoulder. As Masquerade bites down on the end of his cigarette filter, he flashes Tom a witty smile.

Nice to meet ya Monsieur Doogle, I'm pretty new in town as well. Hopefully we're both here for the long-run, eh?

Masquerade orders his usual Gin & Squirt, getting mentally prepared for a hangover the morning after.

Grabbing his own Jack and Coke McDermott grabs Tom with his arm over Tom's shoulder.

My friend, my brother. We both have been with Marcus for a longtime, hell even all the way back in the same family under Jonnie_Reese before he had an unfortunate gun malfunction. Now, today we stand together. I look forward to the future as I see you working hard as you ever have along side myself and they rest of The Walking Dead.

McDermott raises his glass.

To friends, family, and happiness, may everyone live in prosper and harmony!

Nods at Masquerade.

A long booze-filled life with too many broads and too much money.

Grins widely as McDermott comes around.

Yea I guess time does fly. I'm lucky to be in good compay though. I've seen other cities and other crews come and go and I'm proud to be where we are today.

Listens and smiles friendly.

It's nice to meet you Tom_Doogle. I couldn't agree more with your last statement. It's much better than where I used to live. Imagine being stuck in a small ass barrack, decorated with walls painted red and flags of the same color hung everywhere. Don't get me started on the people...

Grif shudders at the thought, slapping himself in the face to free him from the disastrous memories.

My apologies. Too much money? Feel free to send some of that my way.

Pablo, enjoying few too many drinks after a hard days work, listens to the man's speech from the bar. Drink in hand, he wonders over.

"Good to meet you" Shaking his Tom_Doogle's hand
"Always a pleasure to meet a fellow Chicago mafioso"

He raises his glass

"Here's too you Tom_Doogle and to Chicago!"

Downing his drink, Pablo stumbles back to the bar for a refill

It was merely wishful thinking Grif!

The intoxicating signs of alcohol begin to show by Tom_Doogle's body language

Where'd Masquerade run off too? I heard someone from LA sent for him.

Smiling wide, Fox makes her way over to Tom_Doogle to greet him, “Hello again, we just met last night but we are now in the same family and I hope that we can all be close. Working together will truly help our individual work ethics, being able to combine our intelligent minds will allow us the opportunity to be successful. I will do everything possible to make Chicago prosper and communicate with fellow members to hopefully make new friendships. I’ve always been loyal to Chicago and it pleases me greatly to be back home and with old friends; I’m looking forward to working under Marcus. I can’t wait to see everything that we can all achieve and I have faith that we will unit to offer one another guidance,” the whole time she talks she watches Tom_Doogle’s expression, making sure what she say is pleasing to the ears.

“I look forward to being more acquainted with you and the rest of the family,” waiting for a response Fox finds herself babbling to herself what she should have said or what she shouldn’t have said. There’s always room for improvement. Nothing wrong with wanting to know her mistakes… how to learn and grow from them.

Turning away from Pablo after a drink, doogle listens to Fox.

Yes ma'am, I'm excited as well. Not only just for our family, but for the friends of our family here in Chicago and elsewher..from NY to PH, LA and to SL. I'm trying to be a sponge, take in as much information as I can. Plant as many relationships as I can. Crack a joke in Chicago and have a Wise Guy in SL smile....I'm an overall friendly guy that just enjoys people. Moreso one on one, not so much in large groups - as evident in my introduction to the crowd gathered here.

Turns towards the crowd, and thinks out loud:

Say, I haven't met too many from NY - I wonder if anyone in here would be up for a drink and some conversation?

Hearing the last comment LondonJohn wanders over and introduces himself.

"I am really pleased to meet you,sir. One of my ancestors worked in Chicago a while ago, and reading his journals I feel it must be a fascinating place to work in. May I wish you the compliments of the season".

Raises his glass in a toast