Mickey wandered out into the streets looking remarkably fresh for the New year. Looking around he saw sullen faces, languid pallors, and a general apathy, in fact if such a thing existed it looked like someone was filming a scene for a long running series set in a post apocalyptic zombie series, but such things were highly improbable... As a lawyer Mickey seldom dealt in absolutes. Things had been a bit of a shit show over Christmas thanks in no small part to Godfather CLO getting Mickey completely wasted on Absinthe, LSD and Mushrooms, and that was a situation he had no intention of repeating, hence his New Years Sobriety. 

Lighting a Morley, he kicked over a soapbox and stepped up on it... really, WTF was a soap box and why did folks for the last 20 years proselytize from them? The term originates from the days when speakers would elevate themselves by standing on a wooden crate originally used for shipment of soap, or other dry goods, from a manufacturer to a retail store. These "soapboxes" made free and easily portable temporary platforms for street corner speakers attempting to be seen and heard at improvised "outdoor meetings", to which passersby would gather to hear often provocative speeches on religious or political themes. But that was by the by, Mickey had an announcement to make.

"Friends, I come here today to anounce a changing of the guard. My friend, sponsor and employer SatoruGojo has finally taken his position as Godfather of Bricktown, and more importantly as Godfather Chairman of Detroit. This is our first ascendancy of the new year, in fact the timing couldn't be better if it had been planned that way, you'd almost think that some jealous idiit 120 days ago had worked out that today you'd be Godfather and so chose that time to murder your father despite his sucessfully fighting his way to a peace accord. Back then your father was cruelly robbed of the opportunity to lead NY into a new year, so it is only fitting that you have this opportunity in his stead. Of course we, and I say we as you couldn't have done this without me, and CLO and that idiot @R_L-Stine, but mostly me. Of course you also owe Squirrelly-Dan a debt that can never be repaid for having the foresight and testicular fortitude to auth you in the first place and for sending you to Detroit following the war in the first place.

Honestly, there is probably a whole host of people you want to thank, so I look forward to you dragging your pimply ass out here and putting it all on the line for all to hear. Honestly boss, this is probably not the greatest speach you have ever heard, it might not even be the second greatest, but it is at least the 3rd greatest, and better than anything John Lennon could write 30 years from now. But despite its rambling, piecemeal structure, it is from the heart. Congratulations my friend, and I look forward to continuing to rebuild the motor city with you until we are all gunned down in our sleep anlong time from now."

Squirrelly-Dan wakes up from his New Year's bender to the good news notification from Lincoln_Lawyer about his good friend SatoruGojo taking the GFC role in Detroit. He'd been slacking in the streets these days, kinda lallygagging along really.  He thought that this was as good of an opportunity as any to make a rare appearance.  The cancer that plagued the streets seems to have taken a dirt nap - so maybe this place won't be such a bad place to be...

"Satoru, your father was a legend.  He did some things here that plain and simple just haven't been done here.  I remember coming to New York many moons ago to bridge a gap, and seeing his death was counted as a failure on my part.  From that day, I took you under my wing and took it as my personal mission to see you ascend to this role.  It truly is a great day.  I wish you nothing but the best in your new designation!"

Squirrelly-Dan pulls out his pocket flask and pack of darts to initiate the celebration...

She checked her apron it laid perfectly over her dress and the bloodstain from the job earlier was barely visible. Brushing the wrinkles from it her palms smoothing along the material she left for Gojo's unbirthday Party, or was it some other party . Oh well it didn't matter much not that it wasn't important it was the utmost importance, every special occasion was an unbirthday party to her.  She wasn't sure what to bring to the party she had already gifted her favorite tea cup that she snuck whiskey in to Clo at his unbirthday party.  It had to be something great because he had taken up his father's conservatorship  me.  If it wasn't for Gojo she would have been returned to the asylum.

She smiled as an idea grew in her twisted mind of hallucinations. She ran through the laughing like a giddy girl as she gathered some of the specialty items that came from Wonderland and created a gift box. She placed the cookies and other edibles into the contain on top of the wax paper she had hidden an envelope of cash under. She tied a bright  sparkling yellow ribbon on the box and left for  the party.

As she entered the party she recognized few faces and didn't recognize others. She waited for the others to finish speaking then approached him her sparkling yellow ribbon wrapped box in hand. She extended the gift box to SatoruGojo. 

" Congratulations Gojo on your  hard work that gained you this new position of yours." She paused for a minute yeah that  was right, at least close to what she heard others say to him. All she really knew is he kept her safe from having to return to the asylum, everything else was well hazy to say the least.  She handed him the box and  then hugged him despite the shuffling of his guards as  she whispered in his ear. "I am so proud of you, there is something under the wax paper." She pulled away from  him  her eyes smiling at the occasion," Oh and uhm make sure you are  sitting in a safe place when you eat those confections, I have no idea what they do."

Pepsi sets out for his evening walk and notices what appears to be another celebration to kick off the new year. He stops to listen to the announcement. When AliceLiddell finished speaking Pepsi waited to see if he could approach the new Godfather Chairman of Detroit.

Congratulations Godfather  SatoruGojo. What a way to start the new year! I wish you and the city of Detroit the very best. Happy New Year Detroit!

Le-Semois had been busy preparing for this joyous occassion. But make no mistake, preparations had been looong and heavy. What normal people would consider the booze order for a big party was only a regular school night in the Canada HQ. For a big party with @Squirrely-Dan in attendence large orders of all kind of ale houses had to be booked in advance to ensure ramp up in production. But when finally all deliveries had been made Le-S made his way to the common hall of the Infinite Void headquarters to see his friend, now Godfather, SatoruGojo

Congratulations my friend, you have been a stern kind of guy, with a good journal and lessons from a well-respected father who taught you everything important to know at an early age. Together with that lawyer at your side you made DT into a well-respected city and now that you have taken the reigns of it, we shall be seeing a flurry of more business ventures which shall ensure good returns on our coke dealings in your city.

Le-Semois raises his glass to the new GFC and smiles while he sees his own boss already half way sleeping on a chair with a tower of empty bottles on the table next to him

CLO listened to the grandiose speeches while inhaling back-to-back cigarettes from the pack of Morley he got from Lincoln the day before. He looked sharp and energetic on the soapbox; he couldn’t say the same for himself. All the drinks from New Year’s eve left him with a massive hangover. He knew he had to be here, and heck, whatever state Chris was in, he was proud and honored to be around for this. This was a significant milestone for the family that started their operation in New York and later on went to rebuild the city of Detriot. 
He turned his back to the crowd that was gathered next to him, pulled out his hip flask, and took some big sips before walking up to the soapbox to say some words. 

“I fear these following words I’m about to say will sound like a cliche in some ways, but I just want to keep it real and speak my mind. 
To the man of the hour SatoruGojo , I couldn’t be more proud and happy on your behalf. To finally see you here and becoming the GFC and the face of this city is well earned, my friend. Nothing is handed out to you for free in this world, you have to make whatever you get, and sometimes circumstances have to go your way.

When the first kin of my ancestors came to these shores, he didn’t know what to expect or what to do other than make a quick buck and have a roof over his head. My kin was lucky enough to meet you early on in this life, and besides being my crew leader, it felt first and foremost like you were a good friend and a mentor from day 1. You showed him the ways around here and all the different aspects of this world and what it had to offer.  I’m sure this is one of the main reasons my kin has kept coming back.

So to be by your side while you achieve this brings me a lot of joy. You have always been a great leader, and all the time you take to help out others is something I and several others value, I’m sure. At the end of the day, I know the main thing has never been about the money or your status. It is to build something more than a crew. A family that forms solid bonds, works hard and enjoys their time together. This is something I feel we already had back when our grandfathers were working together. And having the kins of those who formed the core back then still here with you today is a testament to that. So with that said, congratulations. 

I’m heavily fucked up from yesterday. 
Let’s all get hammered again and worry about our problems tomorrow. Salute!”

CLO pulls out his hip flask and downs every last drop off it

Nursing her hangover, her eyes feeling as rough as sandpaper every time she blinked, muscles she never knew existed hurt and screamed like a banshee, was it the dancing from Godfather CLO party? perhaps she tumbled down the stairs on her venture home, who knows.

Word had hit SatoruGojo had claimed the title of GFC of Detroit, this was no small title, only the most loyal, honored, respected people reached these limits. Her mother spoke highly of Gojo's line, like the man walked on water. Freyja for one never saw what the hustle was about, refusing to be disrespectful she on watched him soar the heights of Detroit building it brick by brick. Everyone who claimed their city as a home treated him with respect and gratitude.

Getting herself dressed into her best suit, removing the evidence of a drunken night by applying fresh make up she hit the streets to find Mickey on the "soapbox" celebrating the new upcoming GFC for the new year.

After most had finished their congratulations, Freyja sauntered towards Godfather Gojo with the finest whiskey known in hand and a box of cigars, giving the man a polite nod she smiled.

"Godfather SatoruGojo while we haven't worked all that closely, I have seen your drive, determination, honor, honesty propel you forward to great heights, my mother spoke highly of you and your line, I admittingly didn't believe it... " realizing she was digging her own grave she stopped looking away momentarily "But then I see all these people flock to you like a moth to a flame and I truly see how special and unique you are, forming these bonds across various coasts and the one thing that rings true is you truly are deserving of this title and it's a honor to get to know you more... please accept these gifts as a token of appreciation of all you have done" a sincere smile on  her face as she handed it over, placing a kiss on his ring before taking her leave to be beside CLO

Bacon strolled up from a dark alley and looked around at the faces gathered to celebrate Detroit's achievements. After grabbing a drink, an old fashion, he introduced himself to each Godfather to give a personal congratulations.

"Congratulations, CLO / SatoruGojo / R-L_Stine! I look forward to working with you and your crews in Detroit. Cheers!"

After his announcement and briefly speaking with the leaders of the city, Bacon took his leave to sit on the open wooden bench by the party tent on the streets. Admittedly, he enjoyed his drink very much and decided to pull out a nice cigar which he promptly took flame to and began smoking happily.

The future looked bright and cheerful with many adventures to come. 

Lincoln smiles at ScentedCandle, its not a nice smile, and it certainly doesn't reach his eyes.

Yeah, imagine being me, right were I want to be, with peoe I love and respect, having turned down the offer of my own crew. Now imagine being ScentedCandle, a man so devoid of decency, drive or ability, and so filled with moral turpitude that he feels the need to try and shit all over a joyous celebration of a man whose arse you aren't fit to wipe. You know nothing about me, or the man I am, whilst you are as transparent as a shop front window. Tomorrow, my life will continue on as is, whilst yours will probably be over.