Tiny_Tim sat at his desk talking on his private line with GFC Luis_Patangeli. His RHM FreshDonuts was just off to the side as always. “Yes yes Luis” said Tiny_Tim, “I will figure it out and let you know soonest. Good bye”. He hung up the phone and looked quite agitated. While sitting at his desk it was nearly impossible to concentrate as open exhaust and some other god awful sound seemed to shake the walls of Headquarters.

Unable to take it any longer, Tiny_Tim slammed his fist onto the desk, stood up abruptly, flinging his chair back against the wall with a loud crash that was just barely audible over the noise coming from the garage.  Storming around the desk and mumbling as he chewed on his cigar “I’m going to f’ing kill Reskin. Not even going to waste a bullet….Just going to strangle him with my bare hands!” FreshDonuts jumped up to follow his boss trying to calm him from doing something he would regret.

Stomping his way down the hallway toward the entrance to the garage, Tiny_Tim felt himself getting angrier with each step.  By the time he reached the doorway, his hand was already impulsively reaching for the gun he kept in his front shoulder holster, itching for the cool feel of the metal in his hands. 

As the music blared, he closed his eyes and envisioned storming into garage and to his satisfaction, the music would instantly stop and everyone would take a step back in terror, seeing the look of death on the Godfather Chairman.  As he glared around, everyone would look to the ground, afraid to look him in the eyes until he finally locked eyes on Reskin. He would walk over, pulling his gun, and place the muzzle against the forehead of his sorry excuse for a LHM before saying “Just give me an excuse punk!”

Slowly, Tiny_Tim opened his eyes and instantly felt better knowing how much fear and respect his crew would surely give him.  Twisting the knob and pushing the door open, his senses were blasted with the smell of grease, cheap cologne and cigarette smoke, the sound of out of tune instruments attempting to play a melody, and all these couples dancing around.  It was a f’ing party in his headquarters that he didn’t authorize…or get invited too!

Glaring around, every ounce of anger returning in a flash, he spotted the target of his wrath.  Briskly closing the distance, he reached out and grabbed the large man’s arm, jerking him around.  Tiny_Tim was ready to unleash all his anger and possibly end the life of this punk ass gangster wanna-be.

Reskin loved this new age music called Rockabilly.  He had ran into this group playing in one of the warehouses and convinced them to come to the headquater’s and put on a show.  He had just finished putting straight pipes on his car to give it a better “sound” and replaced a gasket on the differential that was leaking.  He had put out the word out with his friends to be here at 5 pm, so it didn’t take long before the garage was full and drinks were being served.  So lost in the music, he didn’t hear the door open behind him or the stomping feet of the Godfather Chairman as he approached. A hand grabbed his arm and jerked him around.  Caught off guard, he lost grip on his drink, a Spiked Orange Soda, spilling it directly onto the GodFather Chairman’s white suit.

Reskin gasped in surprise and said “Dang it boss, I’m sorry.  You caught me off guard” and before thinking, tried to wipe off the lapel of the suit.  Unfortunately, his hand was still covered in the grease and grim from working on his car and long trails of black grit now covered one side of the suit.  Reskin closed his lips tightly and grimaced as he realized that he just destroyed the suit. As if on cue, the music stopped….but not abruptly. First the singer stopped, followed by the guitarist and drummer.  But the guy playing the out of tune chello was in his own world and continued to play for several seconds, until he finally noticed he was playing alone.

By the time the music had stopped, Reskin noticed the eye twitch that Tiny_Tim only seemed to have when he was around.  He had asked Freshdonuts about it and it the long time RHM confirmed that Reskin seemed to bring out the reaction that no one else could.  Of course, Reskin took that as a compliment.

After what seemed like an eternity, Tiny_Tim slowly lowered his eyes down to see his destroyed white suit, now covered in orange soda and black streaks of grease.  As his eyes came up, so did his hand. With a shaking finger he slowly started to talk to Reskin. “You know what Reskin. You bring something to this family that no one else does. I can care less about this suit or about the noise. I just know one thing, I will miss you”

Reskin first thought this is it, he is gonna shoot me. Why? But then he realized the boss looked sad and this confused Reskin. Tim Spoke, “Take this envelope, take this ticket, and stop by Philly on your way out of here. Be well my friend! Give em Hell”

As the door closed, the room was silent as Reskin opened the envelope and seen a ton of cash and a note. The message was simply ‘Head to Las Vegas’. Reskin looked around and then yelled out “We’re going to Las Vegas boy’s, let’s start packing!  Time to bring Sin to the City”

As Luis got off the phone with Chairman Tiny_Tim in New York, he immediately glanced up at his bodyguard Joe Delorenzi and nodded who without saying a word dashed out of the door, leaving just the Chairman Luis and his trusty RHM ToiletBrush, Toily as he preferred, alone in the office.. Toily knew better than to speak up to Luis, a brush was certainly no match for a man like Luis.. but the shit covered streets of Philadelpia? Well he had that covered.. Although his shit-crusade was about at an end, as the homeless were all but gone...

"That was our good friend Tim in New York, it looks like our dear friend Aladdin will be taking over Las Vegas, it was a unanimous decision by the council, with Tim's good friend Reskin as well..." Luis said with a grin as he took a puff off his cigarette and exhaled

"Joe will go and get our good friend now..." 

Of course, Joe would manage to fuck some shit up along the way.. Luis knew it in his head.. IF you wanna get something done right, you gotta get it done yourself..

"On second thought, lets just go take a trip out to his Palace in Bella Vista.. shall we?" Luis said standing up, Toily nodded and followed his lead

Nightfall was almost upon them now at this point, the streets were full of life now as many people were headed out to bars and clubs for the night to get their taste of liquor, but who was Luis to judge.. he was a man who found himself fairly fond of cigarettes and at his ripe age of 59 he was lucky lung cancer hadn't found him yet...

The limousine crept to a halt as the arrived outside of Aladdin's Palace.. his guards were overwhelmingly welcoming of Luis and without hesitation, lead him inside where he found Aladdin...

"Good Evening my Prince!... Abu.." Luis said giddily as he glanced between Aladdin and his Monkey

"I have some wonderful news my good friend-" he paused as he glanced around at Aladdin laying around with his various harem, it seems like the party was fully underway already..

"I hope I'm not too late for the party...."

Aladdin chuckled at Luis before gesturing one of his servants to bring Luis a drink, along with a woman of his choosing... Luis waved his hands no, before taking the drink and laughing a bit...

"You know Carla would kill my my good friend, no woman for me.. Crown & Cork Whiskey though... suits me just fine!" Luis took a sip

"OF course Godfather of course... so what is this urgent news you bring me, my good friend?"

They bothe paused as Luis bodyguard Joe came running up from behind, just as Luis suspected.. he would go and fuck things up like usual.. he was lucky he had his uses.. Luis patted him on the shoulder and turned back to Aladdin and replied...

"The council has come together and discussed the repopulating of Las Vegas, and we all conclude that you are the best man for the job.. I wanted to come down and As Luis got off the phone with Chairman Tiny_Tim in New York, he immediately glanced up at his bodyguard Joe Delorenzi and nodded who without saying a word dashed out of the door, leaving just the Chairman Luis and his trusty RHM ToiletBrush, Toily as he preferred, alone in the office.. Toily knew better than to speak up to Luis, a brush was certainly no match for a man like Luis.. but the shit covered streets of Philadelpia? Well he had that covered.. Although his shit-crusade was about at an end, as the homeless were all but gone...

"That was our good friend Tim in New York, it looks like our dear friend Aladdin will be taking over Las Vegas, it was a unanimous decision by the council, with Tim's good friend Reskin as well..." Luis said with a grin as he took a puff off his cigarette and exhaled

"Joe will go and get our good friend now..." 

Of course, Joe would manage to fuck some shit up along the way.. Luis knew it in his head.. IF you wanna get something done right, you gotta get it done yourself..

"On second thought, lets just go take a trip out to his Palace in Bella Vista.. shall we?" Luis said standing up, Toily nodded and followed his lead

Nightfall was almost upon them now at this point, the streets were full of life now as many people were headed out to bars and clubs for the night to get their taste of liquor, but who was Luis to judge.. he was a man who found himself fairly fond of cigarettes and at his ripe age of 59 he was lucky lung cancer hadn't found him yet...

The limousine crept to a halt as the arrived outside of Aladdin's Palace.. his guards were overwhelmingly welcoming of Luis and without hesitation, lead him inside where he found Aladdin...

"Good Evening my Prince!... Abu.." Luis said giddily as he glanced between Aladdin and his Monkey

"I have some wonderful news my good friend-" he paused as he glanced around at Aladdin laying around with his various harem, it seems like the party was fully underway already..

"I hope I'm not too late for the party...."

Aladdin chuckled at Luis before gesturing one of his servants to bring Luis a drink, along with a woman of his choosing... Luis waved his hands no, before taking the drink and laughing a bit...

"You know Carla would kill my my good friend, no woman for me.. Crown & Cork Whiskey though... suits me just fine!" Luis took a sip

"OF course Godfather of course... so what is this urgent news you bring me, my good friend?"

They bothe paused as Luis bodyguard Joe came running up from behind, just as Luis suspected.. he would go and fuck things up like usual.. he was lucky he had his uses.. Luis patted him on the shoulder and turned back to Aladdin and replied...

"The council has come together and discussed the repopulating of Las Vegas, and we all conclude that you are the best man for the job.. I wanted to come down and formally congratulate you my friend..." Luis said smiling as he paused

"Partly has to do with, your more acclimated for the desert anyways.." Luis said jokingly before getting serious again

"But in all seriousness, you are the right man for the job, and the most deserving and I couldn't be happier for you friend!"

Luis stepped forward and held out his arms in a gesture to embrace his good friend, he kissed him on the cheek and smiled before taking a small step back and reaching into his pocket and pulling a large envelope from it and smiling as he extended it to Aladdin...

"Everything you need is inside that envelope buddy, from your plane ticket, to cash, to the god damn deed to Las Vegas entirely... the gambling capital of the world is yours my friend! Do us all proud and keep Las Vegas profitable for the mafia."

Aladdin took the envelope and thanked his Godfather before they all partied into the night, Aladdin a little bit more than usual.....