Javier stumbles out into the streets after an evening partying in Los Angeles. "Uncledrunky got me fucked up again." he muttered under his breath as he opens the door to the next council meeting. Hulk_Smash and Pollo were waiting for him, and Javier knew he was running a little late. Maybe more than a little.

"Hey guys. Sorry for the delay."

Hulk burst out into laughter. Whatever Javier thought he remembered from the previous night, he began fearing it wasn't the whole story.

"Good morning, Javier. Eventful night?" Hulk asked. Pollo couldn't help but smile. Javier rubbed his temples to dull the headache and make it at least appear that his mind was fully functioning.

"Not particularly, just went out with some friends in-"

"Los Angeles?" Pollo interrupted.

"Yeah..." Javier replied.

"Javier, last night you got so drunk you promised Uncledrunky a seat on the Godfather council." Hulk said, holding back more laughter.

It all came flooding back. The tequila, the music, the women. Uncledrunky had lured him out to the west coast to celebrate Javier's elevation to Don by inviting him to one of JeanRalphio's favorite hot spots. Javier had gone to LA to pay respects to his dear friend, TheDonBot, before being enticed into a night of drunken frivolity.

"Hmm... Yes. I did. He deserves a spot here. As does Vim_Fuego! We could use a little tequila and rock and roll in here. Why does it always have to smell like chicken in here?" Javier said, trying to cover his ass. Pollo and Hulk looked at each other, then back at Javier. They rose from their seats, as it seemed the conversation had already happened between the two of them. Uncledrunky and Vim_Fuego were responsible, hard-working city heads who had earned the right to represent their cities as Godfathers.

"Quite agree. Uncledrunky and Vim_Fuego will be invited to sit as full members on this council, restoring it to five members." Pollo said, smiling. He opened a door and out came Uncledrunky, who may not have quite sobered up, and Vim_Fuego, ever-maintaining his rockstar persona, to join them in the meeting.

"This is the new council." Hulk said, inviting everyone to sit together.

Council Seats 

Additionally, we have decided who will inherit Las Vegas:

• The Strip, Las Vegas: Lust
• Paradise, Las Vegas: Koyuki

And Seattle:

• Pioneer Square: West
• Waterfront: EvilClown
• Ballard: To be determined.

And we wish each of them the best of luck in restoring these cities to their former glory.

Pollo runs around like a chicken without a head. grabs a match from his pockets and a cigar from behind his ear.
Lights it and takes a firm draft. 

Thank you, Don Javier, for clearing things up. I hope you don't have much of a hangover? 

I wish the new district leaders a lot of luck and welcome my new fellow council members.

Pollo runs away

After waving farewell to his leaders of Manhattan Hulk stomps over to where Javier was announcing the proclamation on the new leaders

Just want to follow the example of the crazy bird and wish them all best of luck and hoping to see all cities flourish like none before!!

We have faith in all of you and will do our best to enable you all to be successful in your endeavors to make this peace last the longest it can be.

After watching that birdie running wild he stepped up to wich all of those appointed the best of luck and hoped all will have a good rife in both LV and Seattle from now on, also point out a good wish to whoever gets the place in Ballard, Seattle as soon as its decided.

He walks out agauin and hurries away since he love hunting birds when being out in the woods.

I would like to say congrats to Lust and Koyuki and wish them the very best in Vegas.Furthermore i am excited and happy to be joining up with West in Seattle and cannot wait to start the rebuilding process over there when our two great crews link up.I am expecting great things to happen in this time of what I hope is stability and prosperity, thank you council members for continuing all the hard work building toward a better future. 

Lust patiently waited for all to finish speaking before standing herself. "I am grateful for the opportunity to run Las Vegas and I hope to make all proud in doing so. Congratulations to the rest of the people moving and I look forward to all working as one to create a peaceful and friendly community!" She said with a smile, nodding her head before taking a seat again.

Sullivan smiled and nodded, clapping his hands at the announcements.

"Congratulations to all, I'm certain each of you are more deserving than most of us know. And a bid congratulations to L.A.'s favorite uncle! Uncledrunky , I'm glad to see you stepping up beside the council! I hope we can all work together to continue forward in an as-of-late unprecedented time of peace and stability."

Smiling a second time, Sully slipped away into the crowd. The future was shaping up to look rather good for business.

Drunky wakes up from a stupor.  He pisses in a plant beside the couch and then spits a wad of phlegm into a beer can left over from the night before.

He stumbles out to the meeting with Javier, Hulk_smash and Pollo to catch up with them again after a night of debauchery.  He steadies himself with a solid 4 pulls of Jack Daniels before he decides to speak.

"Folks, life is hard.  It's harder if you don't have good friends - and I've been blessed with those in this group.  I want to thank you for this opportunity, and I'll promise that LA will be flowing with booze and drugs in levels that you haven't seen!!  If you'll excuse me, I need to take care of something..."

Uncledrunky walks off looking for his next fix of booze to conduct his business for the day.

Gino stepped forward and smiled and clapped briefly for the people mentioned before saying a few words..

"Congratulations to all parties involved, and more importantly Lust .. I'm proud to work alongside her and look forward to seeing this place become a much more peaceful and friendly place."

He took a short bow and followed Lust back to the headquarters in Las Vegas, there was much work to be done.

Vim had been out celebrating late his band Bad News had just released there new single Bohemian Rhapsody which had launched in at a respectable 99 with a bullet on the mafia charts Vim and Slash had partyed into the early hours with Katerina Simplicity Adorkable Beyond It was then that Vim had been informed that Javier had given him a place on the council. Vim raced to the streets as the crowd was dispersing stumbling towards Javier  his hair a mess eyes bloodshot and reeking of cheap booze and cigars.

Vim starts shaking Javiers hands thanking him then moves to Pollo Hulk_Smash and lastly that bum from LA Uncledrunky before excusing himself and leaving Kat to deal with any information needed Vim slips into an allyway to be violently sick.

West stood outside the now dilapidated Godfather Council building, once filled with the hustle and bustle of Dons and Consiglieres going about their Godfather council business. 

He stared wistfully at the gates, wondering if he would ever be deemed fit to participate in such a prestigious and impactful organisation. 

"No Westy," he thought to himself, "don't dream too big, you'll just have your hearth broken again when you're passed up."

With that he carried on down the street and vowed to never again think about the Godfather council, a place of crushed dreams and disappointment. 

Foust walks past the dilapidated building and the rusting gates. He wonders what if the building looks as terrible inside as it does outside. He meanders around the building to the back and notices a small window that was left open. Curious, he creeps to the window, climbs in, manages to cut his forearm on a shard of glass before exclaiming "Shit" under his breath. He applies pressure to the wound and it stops bleeding.

He turns a corner and looks up in amazement at the once presumed glorious lobby. It now lay in ruins, dust and debris everywhere. From behind him, Foust hears a dark and deep voice demanding, "How did you get in here? Why are you here?!"

"I was walking past and noticed how bad the building looked. I was wondering who is the owner and where they went or what happened." Foust said confidently.

"Whats in it for you? What are your intentions?" The voice questioned.

"My intentions are pure. I was thinking about trying to rejuvenate the place back to its former glory. Some one or some people clearly cared about this building once before. Judging by the looks of the place, it was very important, with the wrought iron fences, the expensive looking trim and accent pieces..." Foust went on.

The dark voice countered, "What's in it for you?"

"Just to see a building being restored to its former glory."