Wayne was workin' the produce stand the other day...

"Well it's a great day for hay, sure as God's got sandals." He said to Mikhail. They'd been out in the fields all day as usual, and now it was time to relax with a cold puppers and maybe a popsicle. As they sat around the produce stand drinking beer and cracking jokes, several more of the usuals began gathering around the stand. Soon, the stand had become crowded and the sun was setting, so they moved the party out back to the fire pit.

Wayne sat around the fire pit with Mikhail, Aegor, Brutus, JohnWalton, AnthonyTanzini, Drax, Vaelin, Dane, and American - the made members of the organization. Everyone was having a merry time, when Wayne stood up to make an announcement.

"Guys and Gals of the PPC, the time has come for us to pull up our roots here in Pennsylvania and head out west. I've purchased some farmland out in Nevada, and as of tomorrow we will be moving our operations to Las Vegas. Through the blessings of the godfather council, we will take the head role in the city's underground."

This was met by much hooting and hollering, and pitter pattering.

"Brutus and Aegor will take up the helms of the other districts in the city, and together we will turn that city of degenerate gamblers into fine farm men and ladies! Fuckin' Degens. Grr."

The others growled along with him. SavannahDubrinsky herself couldn't have growled a finer growl.

"We will now be known as, "The Pacific Produce Company."

The next day, all the trucks were loaded up with personal belongings, and the core of the PPC drove out west, to meet the heads of the other fine cities and to christen their new farm. Operations of the farmlands back in PA were to be left to Wayne's sister Katy. The whole operation would surely burn to the ground.

Upon arrival at their new 500 acre farm about an hour outside the city, the hicks piled out from the trucks and began making themselves at home, setting up a new produce stand out front and a fire pit out back. They would take the night off to have a good old fashioned bush party, and then it would be back to chorin' in the mornin'.

Gathered around a fire once more, the Pacific Produce Company was joined by the other heads of the fine cities - Luis_Patangeli, Valencia, CeceliaBriggs, Aladdin, Petah, Video, and @DeanWinchester.

"A toast, to the fine godfathers and dons of our world - and especially to you Valencia! Your trust and belief in me has been a godsend, and you have had a huge influence in the PPC coming this far. We owe you everything, our loyalty, our trust, and our continued oath of Omerta to you. We will not let you down."

He raised his glass of Crown & Cork and downed it, tapping the shot glass twice on the picnic table nearby.

John Walton would certainly not miss such an occasion. Gathered with all the others around the fire, he took a long drag of his eletric lettuce blunt, something he only smoked on special occasions. In the other hand, a glass of whiskey, his own whiskey. Maybe he had already drunk too much but he kept drinking and toasting to that new stage of his - and theirs - life.

Eyes narrowed, he watched everyone around him, and he felt pride. Even his sons were there, celebrating with them. At some point of the night, he raised his half empty glass.

"May we have many and many fucking good YEARS for hay!" he shouted, in a slurred voice. 

He drank all his whiskey at once and hurried to refill the glass. The night was just beginning.

Cecelia stepped forward to shake hands with Wayne. 

"Congratulations Wayne. I'm sure your success in South Philly under Vale will be further expanded upon by your new opportunities out in Vegas. Make us proud, and enjoy yourself."

Cecelia hesitated a brief second, another part of spoken phrase yet to come, "Just not too much."

She gave him a bright smile and turned back to converse with some more familiar faces at the party.

Luis waited until most of the celebrating was over before approaching Wayne on his own.. The Godfather took him by the shoulder and walked with him slowly on his rural property and spoke softly...

"Congratulations on your new opportunity Wayne, your service to Philadelphia will never be forgotten my good friend and I wish you the best of luck on your future here in Las Vegas..." he stopped and shook Wayne's hand firmly

"Do us all proud and whip this place into something great again."

After he finished shaking his hand he stepped back and smiled before walking off back to the party, puffing on his cigar lightly as his trusted Bodyguard and childhood friend Joe Delorenzi followed behind...

Video toasted to the new leader of Vegas wayne. 

It was not so long ago Wayne, when your father and I had met. I was a crew leader of this very city. Young and foolish I was. Your father was in his last hours and in war with another city. He had the chance to shoot me and very well would have killed me. He decided not to. It was an act of pure kindness I never forgot. Wayne, if it was not for him I would not have reached this great height as Godfather of Seattle. 

I never had the chance to repay him for that night. I couldn’t see what he saw back then and here I thought I could see everything! 

Video chuckles. He raises his glass.

One day, long after I’m gone Wayne I pray you will still continue to lead Las Vegas as that beautiful city truly deserves. It is a joy for me to see you here. As a gift I had brought in some fancy cheese from Europe. I was told that you were a major fan!

Brutus cursed beneath his breath as they sat around that fire. It wasn't the fact they were around a fire that bothered, him, no; it was the fucking hay. It drove his allergies wild! Not only that, but the stuff caused an itch that would just NOT go away! He'd shift about, smacking at the back of his jeans as hay clung to the fabric. Brutus looked to the other made members of the organization, a smile upon his lips as Wayne stood to make an announcement.

"Nevada, huh? They've got casino's, hookers and.. " 

He'd lose himself in the train of thought as ideas and scenarios played in his head. This would be amazing! He'd stand and lift his beer in a cheers to Wayne .

"Congratulations, Wayne, you've obviously figgered it out and we're movin' up! Thank you for the opportunity, I'm honored and with you until the end of days."

Congratulations Wayne, Aegor and Brutus! It certainly is a fine day for hay, and I wish you all good fortune with your crops over there in Las Vegas, I'm sure you'll turn old Sin City into a thriving farming community, with a bustling underground.