Two large wooden doors open with a moderate amount of push, the faces of four men walk through. The corridor gleams from the plentiful amount of lights surrounding each desk and table as the length towards the bosses office feels like an eternity. Crossing through into another door and turning right, the four men look more anxious - the collar tugs and the straightening of the suit overcomes these people - igniting something within them as the mirage of corridors ceases, finally appearing before a wide painting of what looks to be Los Angleas a couple of years before with construction sites baring wide and far with a table in front of it posing a very rare and intricate flower - displacing its leaves and sectioning them into an outline of the plant - what seems translucent in nature is a thin solidified mucus giving the whole plant structure with each juncture. 

The four men seem to wait - their arms grasping like a crocodile's jaw, their nails piercing their hand, leaving a deep red indent within their palms. As the tension rises - three men from the opposite side of the door walk through, they give the men waiting outside a nod as they calmly adjust their hats and suits, following the three men. The area becomes dimmer, as well as more natural - candles sparsely find themselves appearing on top of tables with freshly lit scents concocting from the burning wick accompanying them are velvet red clothes that sit neatly underneath. As the last door hits the seven, a hand is placed on the door handle as it twists open - the first thing that hits the party is the smell of pork, roasted it seems - as they overlook a galla style banquet overriding ontop of a elongated table - seated many already, the last few chairs match perfectly the rest of the participants. 

Scratchy minces out of the group - finding himself next to a well known associate and colleague Skarbrand - shaking his hand, he see’s a few other well-known faces: Luciano_Lucky,, Leftalone, Msfox, Tessa, brogone19997, ChefRenie and a few others that have already started lighting cigars/cigarettes - and talking between each other. Sitting at the head table is Jhonny-Sketches small talking with his right-hand man Paperinik. Servants appear with appetizers and glasses of champagne, whizzing past around the table, some looking more nervous seeing Godfathers alike at one table. 

Before too long, after everyone is settled - a ding of a glass is reverberated along the walls  as Jhonny-Sketches gathers everyones attention, “Today, we’d like to mark a new era for Los Angeles,” Jhonny-Sketches pauses, taking his glass to the side and placing the desert spoon on the table, “-We’ve had to make alot of changes, alot of sorrowful decisions, alot of problems needing solutions - but we’ve finally made a future for prosperity.” Jhonny-Sketches pauses, taking a sip before returning, “With all of the LA city leaders here with us today, there are many new faces that expel exemplary, respectful and involved members of our thing of ours, which gives me great joy and hope for an even brighter day in the City of angles.” Putting down his glass, the rest of the table raise their glasses to each other - taken aback by the feast that is laid before them.