A little over 120 days had passed since Al had lost his favorite pal in the world. The little fuzzball companion he had during most of his young adult life. The only friend who truly cared if he was doing ok and successful in life. Losing his best friend, he never truly recovered from it. That was the time he had met the red devil that now controlled his life, gave him demon offspring and the new smelly fuzzball that kept eating his shoes.

His mind drifted back to those good times, taking his beloved dodge for a spin, the fuzzball on the passenger seat and just the open road, a cold beer in his hand as he'd drive through the night. Only stopping when he had to buy new beers or take a piss while gazing upwards and dreaming of a great future as an NFL hero he was destined to be.

Yet life had been cruel to him, his leg broken at the same time as his dreams were shattered as well. He had struggled through life ever since, the only relief he had found was at nighttimes, when he donned his 2nd lifestyle away from the dull suburban life and followed his other good friend Harison to places he'd never bring his family. The fact that after 2 decades of being the family's ATM on a 2nd hand shoe salesmen salary (fucking idiots think he is worthless and somehow has all the cash from that job, like what the hell??), he had some side action. He wished that side action had included the love of a much younger, more attractive woman but alas his physical appearance had not been kind to him. The lack of any sleep, his cheap clothing, lack of quality hygiene products and appalling diet took their toll. 

But he had been a devoted friend to the baby boss, who followed his best friend's footsteps when Las Vegas was in immediate danger. Danger that came to it from evil forces, winds full of salt that grazed abrasively against the mansions owned by the Star Gazers. Yet those dangers had been averted, not by 1 man but by the spirit of the men and women following the lifestyle of a Stargazer. Loyalty among this group was exemplary and each individual sacrificed all they had to, free time, financial wealth, personal boundaries all were thrown in the fire that gave life to this movement. Harison had been no different, he had answered the call of duty, the call from his distressed friends, some who died, some who lost their minds and had to be locked up and put away. He had led the Sin City in these dynamic times, rebuilt it with the help of his trusting friends and ensured the Star Gazer ideals held up to the highest standards.

Like his feline boss before him, Harison dealt with threats directly or indirectly. People who would threaten his life and those around him. People who threatened his reputation and those around him. He was a thoughtful leader, but not one to mess around with. Al felt that his friend, however, never wanted the spotlight, but he simply stepped up at the time the gazers needed it. Now many things had transpired since the day Harison became the head of the star gazer organization and everyone had support this man in all their minds and actions. That ensured not only their survival but also the growth Las Vegas has seen since he took on the leadership of the city.

Yet Al saw something in the eyes of his new best friend, it was the eyes he saw looking back in the mirror at times. The eyes of a man feeling he wanted to be free, free of responsibilities, free of keeping a smile on his face wanting to say fuck it leave me alone and i'll just get shitfaced tonight coz tomorrow nobody comes knocking on my door for shit i don't wanna hear about. That was something Al felt he could do to step up and unburden his friend. His friend who had been a rock and a pillar on which the Star Gazers had leaned on for what felt like eternity, the pressure he knew he would brace and hoped that those around him would help him carry so that his friend could sit back, relax and enjoy a virgin mojito from time to time!

Seanie hears the news of changes to the city leadership in Vegas so he grabs a flight and heads over to meet his old friends.

Enjoy your well-deserved breather harison. I'll meet you in the casinos. 

Shakes the hand of Al.

Good luck buddy. I look forward to continuing working with the Stargazers.