Having been in Las Vegas for so long, Dawson had built huge connections across the city. So it hadn't been difficult to get the entire ballroom of the great Bellagio booked for the dinner he was hosting. Yes, Dawson had organized a great fancy dinner and sent out invitations to the most prominent figures in the American mafia, an invitation that included dinner and of course a courtesy of considerable amount of chips, to be spent in the casino, for those of the highest ranks. He was happy to see some old business acquaintances arriving for the dinner, and a few new ones as well.

All guests were accommodated. They were served champagnes, wines and beers, to choose from. Snacks were also served, and everyone was seeming to enjoy it, while talking to each other, sitting at the tables arranged around the ballroom or standing, in the corners, smoking their cigarettes and cigars.

At some point in the evening, Dawson, who was at a table further in the center, accompanied by Cirilla, got up and cleared his throat, drawing attention to himself in the only way he knew how.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! For those of you who don't know me, I'm Dawson. I've been in Las Vegas for the most part of my life, which is not short. I'm pretty sure I've done business with many of you, at some point."

He took a quick look around and took a sip of beer.

"Well, we've had some troubled days recently, and a lot of changes in every organization structure across the country. Even I found myself setting up headquarters here in Las Vegas, as a temporary way of trying to alleviate the difficulties we suffered after the last war. Dawson's Creek, we called it, as a joke. Those closest to me heard me say over and over again that this was temporary. And I meant it. Till I didn't anymore." He chuckled. "Some good friends lit the flame of leadership in me and made me change my mind. So I would like to say that I will be establishing operations permanently in Summerlin. I look forward to be working with you all. If I can be of any help, don't hesitate to approach me."

He took his glass and raised it in a toast.

"Oh, and we'll be changing our crew name to Ghost Cavalry, simply because it is something that suits us more!" He chuckled again. "Enough talk from me, I'd just like to thank you for coming and I hope you enjoy the rest of the evening!"

Ciri stood amongst the crowd and listened closely as her uncle Dawson announced his plans and intent to continue leadership. She was quite happy about this arrangement, as it meant she could continue her tutelage in the ways of the cowboy under his wing. Dawson was a good friend of her adoptive father, Geralt, may he rest in peace.

She stepped forward after he had finished up and gave Dawson a big hug.

"Congratulations, Uncle D! I know you will be an excellent leader just like your ancestors were in the wonderful utopia that was Seattle. I'm looking forward to this journey with you."

Jurian, dressed resplendently in black tie, was munching savagely on the free food available until suddenly the room fell silent. That could only mean one thing: Dawson was prepared to make his announcement. Jurian came to a full stop, wiped the corner of his mouth with his napkin then turned to face Dawson. Jurian listened intently to Dawson's speech until the very end. 

"Congratulations Dawson! Our family lines go back quite awhile. I'm happy to see you get this opportunity and it couldn't happen to a better person. Best of luck to you and your new district!"

When the moment was right and Dawson had a slight break from the crowd and congratulations, Ketamine slid over to wish them well. 

"Good luck with your own crew, I hope we get the chance to cross paths in the future. Best wishes", the words tumbled out and Ketamine fidgeted a moment before grabbing a drink, to set them at ease.

"Cheers", Ketamine grinned with a raised toast and swiftly threw back a full glass of champagne. 

Isa almost missed the formal announcement of her Friend Dawson starting up his own business. Quite frankly it's about time she mutters to herself. Like Dawson Isa has been working out of Vegas most of her life. And we began our journey in Vegas together. She had always held Dawson in high regard.  

Isa held up her wine glass to salute him and his new beginnings. Congratulations my friend. 

Although Everdark arrived late to the gathering he felt an urge to be a part of this very moment. Ever since he came back from overseas the Ghost Cavalry had take good care of him - hiving him a place to call home and precious safety from the streets.

He had never been to The Great Bellagio before. It was such a fancy place, fit for a grand feast. 

As Everdark walked across the ballroom floor he straightened his tie and waved at Dawson's table. It looked like he was having a good time amongst friends and family. After politely waiting for Tutte to finish his conversation he approached the newly made God Father.

"My apologies for being so late to the party".

"Ghost Cavalry seems like fitting name indeed, I can related", he said with a respectful nod towards both Dawson and Ciri.

And before anyone could answer he lifted a glass of champagne towards the sky, "May the ghost's of Vegas prosper!". 

Frank hears noises outside and goes to check out what it was and see lots of guys and girls everywhere and frank walks over and sees a familer face and asks " whats going on here and oh i see its for Dawson"Frank walks over and shakes Dawsons hand and Says " well done Mr Dawson congrats " Frank then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a few 1000 dollar bills and places them into dawsons hands frank then shakes Dawsons hand and then leaves as he has some debts to collect.