Las Vegas.

Sin City. Glitter Gulch. The Jewel of the Mojave. Hotbed of new construction and old money.

Home to JimmyNapoli, Bjorn, and Andrew_Paxton, the three Captains of acting Godfather, Chade.

And it was at the insistence of the latter that the other three were in the bowels of The Millennion's Millions casino, seated at an oval table and waiting for the fourth and final seat to be filled. Around them, the plumbing pipes filled the room with muted sounds of rushing water and the hum of electricity provided a discordant accompaniment in the bare bones underground of Chade's game house. They weren't sure why they'd been brought here, but each had received a note by courier telling them an urgent meeting was needed, and when Chade called, the three answered.

They'd been busy of course. The courier had interrupted Jimmy's weekly poker game, and found him losing his shirt to the other players. Literally. Jimmy had answered the door wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and a grimace.

Bjorn, too, seemed to be having a wardrobe malfunction as he hurriedly excused himself from the garden tea party where the courier found him. Quickly removing his floppy red hat and mink stole, Bjorn took the notice from the courier without a word, his face slightly reddening as he did so. Each of his dressed up teddy bears faced upward, their blank faces incapable of showing the disappointment felt in their stuffy insides.

Andrew_Paxton had been the hardest to find, as he was across town distributing the loot from a successful truck heist. The courier had walked into the warehouse just as the Paxton gang were fighting on how to properly distribute and determine the tributes on their loot of several pallets of Dr Pepper. When one of the disgruntled gang looked to him and questioned "Why couldn't we just hit an armored car? What the hell are we going to do with a bunch of pop?" Andrew just stared at him incredulously, a solitary tear rolling down his face.

The three had quickly assembled in the basement of the Millennion's Millions. Bjorn sat with a fine china cup and saucer, sipping tea from the party he was now missing out. Jimmy had dressed hastily upon leaving his game, grabbing an outfit in a dry cleaning bag which turned out to be several sizes too small. He poised himself in a seat and crossed his ankles, exposed due to the incredibly short pants he wore to the meeting. And Andrew made his throne on a stack of Dr Pepper bottles in their wooden crates.

From the far side of the large room, a metal door opened, being pulled to the side by a suited, thick-necked man. If muscles were currency, Chade's one-man entourage would have been incomprehensibly wealthy. And even with his impressive physical domain, Chade followed in, his own stature not diminished in the least. Chade's mere presence commanded attention and respect. His eyes displayed the shrewd and calculating nature of a cutthroat businessman, and his tightly drawn mouth and set jaw conveyed that cutting throats was just another way of sealing a deal. The picture was almost perfect until a break in Chade's step, and a stumble sent him nearly sprawling on the floor.

The culprit? A wayward bottle of Dr Pepper.

"Paxton! For fuck's sake man, get your addiction under wraps and your shit together!"

Jimmy, Bjorn and Andrew rose as he approached. Chade nodded in acknowledgment, sat down in his chair, and placed his hands palms down on the table. The three took to their seats again, looked at each other curiously, and finally turned their eyes to the acting Godfather of Las Vegas. Jimmy tried desperately to pull down the cuffs of his too short shirt sleeves, and Bjorn took a sip of tea, pinky extended.

The thick-necked bodyguard looked to Andrew_Paxton and licked his lips. Andrew gulped audibly and waved, an awkward and uncomfortable smile on his face. "Hi, Canucklehead," he stammered, ungracefully. "I see you've trimmed your mustache. It looks good. Well, it looks different. I mean. I…" Andrew coughed and looked down, his cheeks reddening. "I mean, thanks for the bread."

"Enough," said Chade, annoyed, and swiped a Dr Pepper from Paxton's stash.

"Thanks for coming on such short notice. I won't keep you long." Chade cleared his throat and looked at each of his three Captains. "We've been doing things a certain way here for a while, the way it's worked for us. And business will continue as usual within Las Vegas. But due to recent events, some 'aesthetic changes' need to be made." He looked to his three Captains, stopping to curiously appraise JimmyNapoli.

"Jimmy…"

"I know, I know. It's Gracie's. I didn't look at the tag." Jimmy grumbled and crossed his arms, scrunching up the lacy, ruffled collar.

"Pink's a good color on you," Chade said, one eyebrow raised.

"It's salmon," came the indignant reply.

"Anyway," Chade continued. "For a while now, I've been the acting Godfather of this city, waiting for the right moment to step up and take on the title. It's one thing to act in official capacity. It's another to be the official. But this morning, some bittersweet events transpired that necessitate a change. I'm proud to have made it to this advancement, and even prouder still to have had your support as the acting Godfather this entire time. Together, we've taken great strides to make this city of ours a beacon of growth, and a strong, much needed presence in the West. The time to seize this city is now. We've grown, both Vegas and our family, and it is time for us to step up into clear title roles. You've all been Captains under my assumed leadership, but no longer is that title assumed. I announced today to you, and to everyone in the eight cities that Las Vegas is ready to have a Godfather, and that today I am stepping into that role."

The three faces looking back at him wore expressions of mixed surprise and awe. Bjorn broke the silence.

"Does that mean you finally offed Godfather Gnoccarelli?" Bjorn nearly spilled his tea in his excited state.

"No," said Chade. "No, I'm afraid Old Man Gnocca passed away this morning-"

"Old age?" interrupted Bjorn.
"Heart attack?" interjected Andrew_Paxton
"Autoerotic asphyxiation?" said JimmyNapoli.

Chade's faced twisted into disgust and incredulity. "No-- he-- Jesus-- what the fuck is wrong with you, Jimmy?"

Jimmy shrugged, and shrank uncomfortably back into his seat. Under the table, Andrew gave him a thumbs up. Canucklehead winked.

Shaking his head, Chade continued. "Today, I'm promoting myself leader of Sin City. Today, Vegas gets a new Godfather."

"And if you'll excuse me," he said, looking at his Captains warily as he rose, "I feel like I need a shower."

Congrats godfather Chade

Congrats GodFather

Congrats Godfather Chade! I look forward to working in your city with you!

Danny V.

What can i say my friend, a fine achievement in what especially recently have been difficult times.  May i wish you further health, wealth and happiness in this city, and may your example stand out to those climbing the ranks.

nods and raises a flask as he dissapears back into the maze of alleyways away from the crowd

congratulations! may Vegas scale new heights under your leadership!!

congrats!! you really deserve it! a very stern and a very fair leader you have been! it is a great honor to follow under you! we in vegas will do our best to make this great city thrive!!

Paul send Chade a big smile.

Proud to see you reach the top bossman, its been an honour being apart of your crew and its an honour to serve your city.

Raising his glass Paul goes on.

To Las Vegas and its Godfather Chade

congratulations chade you works so hard for this and on this case i gotta go with paul..

fills his glass

This one is to you Chade and to our wonderfull city,

wish you all the best

Congrat GF Chade, i have have no doubt that you will do a great job.

Congratulations Chade..

Andrew got up from his throne and began passing out the Dr Peppers. 

"Well this calls for a celebration."

He held up his own bottle of Dr Pepper, and continued.

"To our Godfather, Chade.  Congratulations on this honor!  You've worked hard to get here, and we shall continue to work hard to ensure that Las Vegas not only endures but grows to new heights."

Its been an honor working with you in Vegas and having experienced first hand your leadership qualities im so glad to see you make Godfather, you fully deserve it and i hope you have a long and successful reign. Congratulations my friend i look forward to helping you and the rest of Vegas continue to build something great.

Congatulations Godfather Chade.

Zaxx salutes LVs new GF with a freshly popped Dr P.

While mingling through the group of drinkers, gamblers and mobsters Silk resisted the urge to steal a few wallets. They were such easy marks it was almost painful to keep her hands out of their pockets.

“Congratulations, Chade. You’ve worked long and hard for this. I’m honored to be a part of your city.”

Silk spoke to a few other people then approached Bjorn.

“Lovely tea cup, Boss.”

Well done Chade, fully deserved.

I think it was the auto-erotic asphyxiation.

What a momment of bliss, a well earned rank. Congrats to the Godfather, and a fulfilling life ahead, wished truly from your loving, and supporting city, Las vegas!

Standing behind Brutus, Chade's most trusted bodyguard, she listens listens to Miss. Alex speak and sighs.. After all is said and done and the men are patting each other on the ass she sneaks up behind her and leans close enough so she can hear the words whispered into her ear.

Alex... My dear.. If you can't get over the fact that he likes my bread more than he likes anything you bake just wait until you see him with the sticky buns I'm giving him later.

Alex turns to face her, eyes glowing green with jealousy. She just simply winks and makes her way the Chade leaving Alex seething behind her.

Chade, my boss, my friend, my partner in crime. You have worked your butt off for this. I know, I've watched. Through all the bullshit you've stood strong. I am proud to be here beside you today to see your dreams come true.

She slips a few cookies into Chade's pocket and smiles.

Congratulations Bossman!!!

She gives the newest Godfather a hug and turns to see Alex still glaring at her.

Might want to keep an eye on her, the jealousy bug has her bad.

I, too, would like to add my name to those applauding you on this momentous achievement, Chade.

What? Godfather? Oh no, I wasn't meaning that. You, sir, have accomplished something FAR more meaningful and rare - being able to put up with the antics of both Canucklehead and AlexKeene for more than five minutes without going insane.

Bravo, good sir. BRAVO.

Oh, and also, good job on that whole Godfather thing too.