A loud pop was heard from the newest HQ in Hollywood. With all the chaos the last two weeks one could reasonably assume that another shot had been fired. Instead it was just Cork popping one of his namesakes off a bottle of champagne. He knew it was taboo to pop the cork loudly but he couldn't quite help himself. He had made it through where so many others hadn't. He thought of Nancy, Michael and so many others. Nancy had just begun her road to greatness and was cut down in her prime. He poured his first glass for her. Michael was a machine, ready to take on the world. He poured his second glass for him. And then there was Marston, he had taken Cork in as an outlaw and shown incredible leadership through the wars and then gave Cork a chance. The third glass was for him.

These glasses were passed out first to Aqua, Fluffy and to Marston himself. Many others were poured for the other dignitaries and members of this life and passed around the room. He kept an eye on the famous Aqua_Tofana to make sure she wasn't living up to her namesake. After that Cork poured one for himself and raised it. 

I have been fortunate enough to be given a chance to take a HQ in the lovely city of LA. It has been a trying time for this thing of ours. What I see in the future is growth and stability. A chance to build the world in a new vision. We have seen many come and go over this lifetime but it is now our turn to make our marks. Who knows how long this will last and what will come of it. What I do know is that we have a wonderful opportunity and some great wine. This will be known as a HQ that will always let both flow freely.

Opportunity and Wine.

If that isn't enough for you then I don't know what else to give. Thank you to Godfather Chairman Marston and those who have fought, died, and lived. I toast you all and say thank you.

With the daughter of Nancy, the favorite and fluffiest pet of Michael, and the greatest outlaw to ever live with him the future was bright. He clinks his glass with Marston, Aqua, and Fluffy. 

Let the good times begin!

Fluffy had been lounging for most of the day, chilling, napping, having a bite of tinned tuna he was gifted by a lovely lady from Bella Vista coz some high-strung, up to no good chef from Old City District in Philly had been 'too busy' and 'on important projects' instead of making The Fluff some decent salmon. He sighed and clawed out another chunk of fish and leisurely flicked it into his mouth and swallowed. But as the fish was half way down some major sound freaked him the shit out. To his dismay his feline instincts kicked in and he scrambled to safety.

From the top of his scratch post he eyed Cork, his new owner (for now, muhahahahah) opened a bottle of champagne. Nasty stuff, he hated it, but those dumb hairless 2 feeters kept drinking it when there was something to celebrate. He decided to climb down and sit on his pillow of prominence to the right hand of Cork and listened to the words. Somehow he had managed to understand that weird glutteral garbage coming out of their mouths. He had learnt as a kitten it made the slaves understand and do as he demanded a lot quicker than the usual meowing that his fellow felines were only capable of.

As the speech, lord this guy was luckily as long winded as most of them, he meowed in agreement and went off to take a big piss in the locker of the chef he had some beef with.