Once upon a time… oops, wrong one!

Down in the dark streets of Downtown Detroit, a young mafioso had a dream. It was not just any dream, it was a dream that could have likely got her shot in her pretty little head, but it was a dream none the less. It was a dream that all Crew Leaders, from Seattle, New York, Chicago, Las Vegas, Las Angeles, Philadelphia, and Detroit could all come together over a large, scrumptious meal provided by herself, and spend time getting to know one another to ensure peace.

Peace was a fragile thing that could be damaged with the smallest amount of disrespect. The wrong word, the wrong food, anything could upset the fragile thread of peace. With that in mind, Athena could only think of one thing that could bring people together in this time of peace. A free meal! No one could possibly turn down a free, scrumptious meal with multiple options and something available for everyone. Not only would there be a free meal, but free wine as well, fully donated by Detroit's very own Winery, B’peu Winery to be exact.

After finding the perfect location, Detroit's very own commencement hall, Athena received several long white tables and many comfortable chairs from an anonymous donor. She then purchased with her very own hard-earned cash, several white table cloths, and cloth napkins. After that was finished, Athena placed several, very expensive, china plates at each of the tables where people could sit and join the free, extravagant dinner she had put together for all of the areas.

Once the tables were set and glass salt n pepper shakers were placed, Athena pulled out a whistle and blew it loudly, causing over two dozen men to enter the fine, well lit, dust-free establishment and several hot pans and pots on a large buffet line of tables. Once that was done, Athena walked to the front door and swung them open, letting people from all around to come and enjoy her food.

Once the doors were open and the food and crates of bottles of wine were placed, Athena sat wine glasses by every plate, next to the silverware. She then turned and waved her hands at the finely dressed gentlemen to have them remove the lids from all of the different dishes. A multicourse dinner was provided of course. First, starting at the beginning of the tables, was a delectable salad with the options for croutons and different dressings. Then, next on the table was the main course, which would include a roasted pig with an apple in its mouth, some steaks for those who enjoy a meatier meal, a nice cooked salmon, a big pan of spaghetti and a nice fat, slow-roasted turkey with all of the trimmings. There was also a few vegan casseroles as well. There was definitely something for everyone. Further down the buffet table, there were multiple sides to choose from. There was the usual coleslaw, baked potatoes piled high and kept on a warmer, two kinds of mashed potatoes, one with and one without garlic, different veggies, and dinner rolls. Then, next on the table was the massive amounts of dessert, of course! There were several kinds of pies in enormous supply and cakes and puddings galore. In a small freezer, there was lactose-free ice cream for those with dietary restrictions. Beside the deserts was a little sign that read “Sugar Free Desserts” that then held several kinds of sugar-free puddings and pies all sitting in blue containers and pie pans for those who needed sugar free, to know which is which. Finally, at the end of the table were the wines and cold sodas and bottles of water for all who came.

Once it was all set up, Athena walked to the door to greet the first of those who entered the free community dinner. All were invited and there was definitely enough food for everyone. She only hoped she would not be taking any leftovers home, with the massive amount of food that was made.

Peace was a fragile thing that could be damaged with the smallest amount of disrespect. The wrong word, the wrong food, anything could upset the fragile thread of peace

Would referring to it as "Las" Angeles irony? 

I always am hesitant/confused if I'm using the word ironic correctly. 

knowing the pursuit of booty is a time consuming and expensive way of life Swiggity took every chance he got to grab some free food to recharge his batterys. gazing at the impressive spread his mouth started watering. and Suddenly Swiggity looked to his right at some guy by the door. 


"Whose this asshole babbling incoherently?" 

Today was his big day, he would finally showcase his brand new spicy wine to the world. Jalapenos aged nice and long to be jammed into a bottle with a bunch of fermented grapes, it would be utterly delightful and had been in the workings for weeks now, one of his oldest wines to date! Putting on his finest overcoat and the most expensive pair of flip flops in his repertoire, Figment dragged a large crateful of his best stuff over towards what he assumed was the dinner.

"Should have just used a car... this place seemed a lot closer."

His back aching and legs quaking he finally made it to the destination with only three of the twenty boxes in the crate breaking during the travels. Rushing inside, the dapper young man quickly took the closest seat to the entrance as he could and with loud and obnoxious breathing he wheezed loudly for Athena's attention.

"I...I've arrived. Wine. Here. I really need to start going to the gym..."

Looking around he took note of the building and checked all entry and exit points for a potential way to really bring this party alive, later on in the day he would scale the walls and jump downward dramatically in full view of all of the guests, but not enough where here yet for such a boisterous display of pure attention-seeking.

"Nice. place. Th-this is."

Slowly catching his breath and getting back into prime gear, Figment jumped up and brushed off himself-- he had fallen a few times in transit to the hall and definitely looked more like a rugged adventurer now than someone who was meant to be enjoying a fancy dinner, but such was the life of a man who lugs entire crates of wine through a city.

Nebula got into her chauffeur driven car to take her down to where she knew Athena was hosting a dinner for all of the cities to sit down together and peacefully have a beautiful dinner provided free of charge by her very own crew member and the rest of Detroit. She had put on her best ball gown, done her hair nicely and covered herself up with a long coat, as it was quite cold this evening. She smiled as she thought of all the nice things Athena had been doing for the city of Detroit and hosting this meal for everyone to get together, in a peaceful manner was just lovely of her.

Upon arriving, she gracefully stepped out of the car and admired the large building the dinner was to be held in. Beautiful smells of cooking wafting through the air. She knew how good of a cook Athena was, being a regular at her Cafe in Detroit and was excited to see the offerings that were on the menu tonight.

She stepped towards the door to a shabby young gentleman muttering under his breath about misspellings on the sign that Athena had put up, welcoming all of the different cities together. She frowned at Grooglez and politely reminded him that this may not be the place nor time for such mutterings and asked him to either take his seat and eat his meal that was being provided free of charge to him, or be on his way. 

Nebula continued into the hall and greeted both Figment who was getting the wine ready and SwiggitySwooty  who also seemed to be enjoying the festivities. She smiled at all of the good food on offer and stepped towards Athena to offer her thanks for such a spread she had put on for everyone to enjoy. She hoped that other leaders of the world and of Detroit would make an appearance at her members making a good effort for everyone to have a fun time together. 

She stepped off to the side to let them finish getting things together and quietly poured herself a glass of wine from the selection on offer before taking a seat at one of the long tables. 

Grooglez was strangely delighted by the confusion presented from Nebula. Grooglez found it interesting that someone who was a leader in a city would find a sign printing all other cities names correctly, but not their own, as a small issue. 
Regardless, he wondered if Nebula had yet figured out that Grooglez wasn't mentioning this because of the error in the name of his great home town. No, he was more pointing out the irony in the explanation of how "a wrong word" could be disrespectful and damaging.... yet spelled an entire cities name wrong. He stands infront of the entrance, unsure to enter or continue on his way. 

Nebula stood up from where she sat at her table and slowly walked towards the door where Grooglez was standing to address the young gentleman once more. She smiled at him, and apologised for the misspelling in the sign and hoped that he would accept the gracious apology. It wasn't done with any malicious intent or harm and I'm sure the lovely Athena will have it corrected at first chance. 

She offered him the second glass of wine in her hand, and offered for him to come inside and enjoy the food that was on offer for all. 

Grooglez respectfully greets the notable leader from Detroit with a hug before taking the glass from her hand.

Ahh, you're an absolute hero, thanks! I'm a totally different person when the blood in my alcohol level gets too high. Thank you.
The spelling error was always perceived as just an error. It was never taken in any other way. Athena and I had a quick chat about it earlier and I believe she would agree with that. It was all simply pointing out the humor of the irony. My sense of humor can sometimes be a bit too.
"The spread looks absolutely amazing, and we would absolutely adore having a couple of restaurants in Los Angeles that could possibly carry a few of Athenas recipes/plates? 
While I cannot stay for too long, I cannot pass down on those non-vegan dishes!

Athena greeted those who entered and witnessed the exchange between Nebula, her lovely crew leader, and Grooglez. She quickly moved over to the sign and corrected it for all to see. Instead of saying ‘Las Angeles’ Athena changed it to ‘Los Angeles’. It was a simple spelling error that meant no disrespect or malicious intent to anyone. Everyone makes mistakes every once in a while, and she was no different!

As Nebula moved towards Athena, she smiled and took Nebulas hand.

“Thank you so much. It means so much to me to hear it coming from you. Thank you.”

Athena said as she shook Nebulas hand before letting her go to enjoy the festivities.

“Ah, Figment sit them with the others. Thanks for coming! Grab a bite and have a seat my friend.”

Athena said as she moved to help him unpack more bottles of wine before she poured herself her own glass. She had hoped she would not have to work through-out the whole evening, but it was a possibility. The sign was corrected with the proper spelling and everything seemed to be going swimmingly.

As Athena took her first sip of wine, she smiled and sighed a soft sigh before smiling and looking to Grooglez. She was glad he took her offer to join the dinner. Everyone deserved a good hot meal in the daily rat race of life and constant work they had to do every day.

Revs nose never lies and it told him something really good was cooking thataway. To his delight he sees its a free community dinner. Enjoying all the courses like a conductor of an orcestra of tastes. He finishes and hobnobs with a few aquaintences he knew and met a few new folks. Thanking the hostess graciously he declares he is used to singing for his supper. To thank her in his own way he pulls his guitar from off his chair where he hung it by its frayed strap. 

Beginning with some light cords it evolved to a rousing version of "Puttin on the Ritz". Then after warming up the crown he smiles broadly and starts on some Il Canto De Malivita. Most everyone immediately recognise it and hum along. Smiling at his audacity he relishes in the art form which essentially breaks Omerta to pieces but since its a song nobody believes it really happened. "The songs of the Bad Life" pluck a heartstring or 2 in everyone attending especially when Revenant ad libs some to pertain to recent events in this life of ours. When he played one full set he took a break for some more wine and played one more before bowing out. Thanking his lovely hostess once again he staggers home laughing at the thought of gangsters telling all in music form. He wonders if it will ever catch on to mainstream. 

Whistling to himself and singing freestyle he makes up a saucy tune about how today was a good day.
"I picked up the cash flow
Then we played bones, and I'm yellin' domino
Plus nobody I know got killed in Pasadena L.A.
Today was a good day"

Many people had finally arrived and were all enjoying the festivities which is why Figment decided that now would be the perfect time to pull off his fantastical attempt at flying through the skies to impress everyone who had shown up at the dinner. Slinking away with a small plate of food in hand, he arrived at the corner of the hall and scouted out exactly how he'd make his second grand entrance through the window at the height of the building.

"Here we go..."

Rushing outside he noted the height of the place and began his ascent to where the window was wide open, yet this was a lot easier said than done, especially with a plate of food in his hands which he was beginning to discover was a slight oversight. Sadly, the entrance was not to be as running at the wall and kicking it in an attempt to climb was just not working for the man. In his defeat, he sunk down low and walked back inside only to sit where he had been just moments before.

"At least the food is good, but sadly no one is enjoying the spicy wine. Oh well."

Munching away he watched the rest of the guests mingle and thought about a new way to make his mark on the party, he was sure at some point an idea would arrive inside of his mind. It just took him longer than most to get there.

Nebula watched in horror as she saw Figment attempting to scale the walls of the place, with a food of plate in his hands at the same time. She didn't need to be nursing the man back to health after a dinner party. 

As he climbs down, she's waiting for him at the doorway, with a glass of his spicy wine in her hands. She gives him a little smile as she says;

"What on earth are you doing?", she chuckles. "Make sure you're being careful with these theatrics!" 

She takes a sip of her wine, the more wine the better to get her through social events such as these. She spies her favourite garlic mashed potato at the lineup of food, and goes over to get a plateful. She smiles as she thinks of Athena mashing each potato by hand and lovingly adding enough garlic to scare away even DamonSalvatore. Her favourite. 

Nipsey arrived in Detroit and heard about the wonderful dinner that was being held for the whole community. He was hungry and excited to eat and meet others. He brought a few bottles of wine to share and also as a thank you gift to Athena for her efforts.

He entered the building and was fascinated by how well the dinner was set up and all of the food smelled amazing. Nipsey and his bodyguards sat the wine down near the open bar, and took seats at a nearby table.

After grabbing a glass of wine, Nipsey walked onto the patio and smoked some of his blunt. The view of the city from here looked amazing. He took a few more puffs and sipped some wine while waiting for dinner to be served.

As a gracious host, Athena moved from one table to another, greeting and speaking with each person that entered the dining hall. She only escaped long enough to change into a bright red dress with off the shoulder sleeves and a sweetheart dress line. As she entered back into the hall, shaking out her hair slightly to give it some volume, she saw Figment climbing the wall with a plate of food in his hand. She was relieved when she saw him stop his actions and Nebula speak to him. She could only pray she was telling him not to be crazy.

As Athena rejoined the party, she continued to move from table to table, apologizing to the new visitors for her absence. She definitely had to change from her cooking outfit to something more suitable for the dinner. Just as Athena weaved through the tables, she noticed Revenant playing the guitar, which definitely set the scene and mood as a way to relax all of the guests who were coming and going.

“You play beautifully sir. Thank you for coming. Please keep playing, it has been so long since I have heard such beautiful music.”

Athena said to Revenant, graciously thanking him for his skill and his time, as well as his attendance. As Athena noticed Nipsey_Hustle had taken a seat, she moved over, weaving in and out of bodyguards and other guests before moving over to greet them personally.

“Hello and welcome! I’m Athena. It’s so nice of you to swing by this little get-together. I hope it wasn’t a long flight and I do hope you and your men will stay to enjoy themselves and get your bellies full.”

Athena said warmly as she smiled, speaking very politely to the newest guest to the dinner. She had hoped to get to talk to everyone who joined, but unfortunately, there was only so much time for the event and so many people to see.

Nipsey and his boys ate quite a bit of food. After taking a few sips of wine, Nipsey stood up and made his way over to Athena. He gave her a hug, and smiled.

"The food here is remarkable. I greatly appreciate you inviting me. I'm very full now, and it's about time for me to leave and head back to Chicago."

Before leaving, he reached into his back pocket and handed Athena an envelope.

"Take this as a token of appreciation. I had a great time!"

Nipsey gave Athena another hug, and walked back to his bodyguards. He finished his wine, grabbed his coat and exited the building. While waiting for his vehicle, he took a few puffs of his blunt.