It was a big day for all reputable people of any status in New York last night, it was the day that finally Macarena would hang up her dancing shoes. It was well known that many pour souls had their hopes up when spotting her in the many clubs in the underbelly of Philly and later the big Apple.

Pour souls, pockets full of cash, but in the end dashed hopes and shattered dreams in a whiff of perfume going home to angry spouses or overlords. Yet she loved the life, she loved the game, the thrill of the hunt and doing it in such a way that her victim was walking into her trap willingly, open-eyed and oblivious to a fault. She'd bash her eyelashes, twirl her cocktail dress and cascade long waterfalls of laughter while smiling non-stop and have the biggest blue eyes that seemed to be as deep as the deepest ocean in the world.

For company she kept another breaker of hearts and hopes, Paradise, she was called. They were best friends for ages, but disaster struck when Paradise had to grow up and take responsibilities for running the district of Manhattan. She told Macarena that she'd need to grow up fast too, for she was supposed to lead the brooklyn side of town and make sure the Bronx would be controlled too. Macarena was sad, laughed it off and had another shot of tequila and found another victim. But the words of Paradise had stuck, and after 1 month of non-stop partying later, she summoned Fluffiest_Tummy and Tipper and told them she was ready to take the lead of the city.

Both of them sighed in relief, for they had been tasked with all the admin, boring tasks and keeping the associates in check. Ensuring the routes were done, shipments handled and all the stuff Macarena had no interest in. But now, they knew, time for them to have their fun was to come for the Godmother as she now was to be called had been getting her wild side in check and was ready to rule.

After a brief visit to the old man who had been calling the shots, man he had been so weak at the end even Fluffiest could have taken him, btu it was not about the ability but also the status to keep any further challengers at bay. Macarena was decisive and vicious, like she had been in her party life but Fluffiest was scared. He saw a ferocious side to her, but it was calculated like a predator. He purred happily, for he felt maybe some of his traits the lady picked up on. She rewarded him with some good gourmet food, fresh salmon from Alaska and told him to set up a daughter operation and band together her rejects and try to squeeze them and form some sort of operations with them to her benefit. He hissed and growled, but with her being the alpha now he had no chance but to follow orders. Yet deep in his heart he knew this was good news for NY and he couldn't wait to make her proud and get more ear scratches as rewards in the times to come.

It was going to be a great day for New York because the time had finally come for the young Macarena to grow up and shine in the mafia. Everyone was helping to prepare the last details of the coronation party. Paradise had known the young woman since she had helped her shortly after her father's death. She took the opportunity to remember some of their moments. The parties, falls and joys shared throughout this long friendship. She would always be grateful that Macarena had reached out to her when she most needed support when the winds weren't favorable for Paradise.

Paradise shook her head to return to reality and entered Macarena's newly decorated office in order to participate in the grandiose party. Fluffiest_Tummy was there as a sweet and helpful woman, this lady was still so young, but she already knew how to handle the family business. A gun would help the grand lady Macarena handle the responsibility of ruling a big city like New York. Paradise placed a glass of champagne in each one's hand with a smile and raised her glass to toast the wonderful moment that would surely stay in the minds of these ladies who had a whole world ahead of them to discover yet.

Those last few weeks had been quite busy for the city. New faces had shown themselves as new leaders in order to help the city prosper. Paradise looked at JosephDiMambro and SladeWilson, the new leaders from Bronx, both so well dressed and distinct from a long line of mafiosi. BrunoAccardo, SofiaAccardo and TommyVercetti were chatting with Paradise’s best friend and right hand Tipper. Paradise had decided to give the responsibility to them to run one family under her Manhattan’s District. Pushing Macarena by the arm, Paradise walked until the big group congratulated them on their achievement and made a big toast wishing them all good luck and a prosperous life.

The champagne always tasted better whenever there was something truly worth the trouble of popping a cork. Bruno finished his glass in one long, slow pull after godmother Paradise raised her own glass and gave a toast. He looked over at SofiaAccardo and gave her a wink followed by a signature smirk that he reserved for just his wife. The hustle and bustle of squeezing what coin the streets had to offer had a tendency to make even the most seniored mafioso forget to relax and take it easy from time to time. The last few weeks had been a blur for the Accardo's, as they rose through the ranks alongside the rest of the city.

"Congratulations, Godmother Chairman Macarena. New York is in excellent hands, oiled even. I guess at the end of the day hard work really does pay off in spades," he said with a grin. Macarena had been dancing around the city in such a tizzy slinging drugs, busting chumps, trying on every felony she could, and even rolling over some local post offices trying to clench her hands tightly around the big apple. Now there was nothing left to question. She was the undisputed dancing queen of New York. 

New York had been growing at an exceptionally quick rate after the last war to litter the streets with blood. It was an honor to be along for the ride as the mentality switched to one of renewal and rebirth. Bruno set his spent crystal flute down on a nearby desk before fishing in his suit jacket for the end of a fresh Partagas. He lightly bit down on the crisp, Cuban stoagie as he retrieved a matchbook from his pant pocket. A quick flash of red phosphorous later, and the end began to glow and flame out as he brought the cigar to life. 

"Did someone say freeee champagne" Heston sways into an open door looking for the newly promoted Godmother of NY Macarena "I am a bit tipsssy alweady" Heston grabs another free glass and downs it in one placing it back onto a tray before grabbing another. "who cooked this shit you call food" Heston grabs a tray of food and throws it in the bin "ALLLLLLL you haad tu dew was make one lickle phone call and I would have dun wonderz wif nothing" Heston hiccups and slumps down in a chair in the corner 

"Congrats Ms Macarena"

Heston falls into a drunken sleep