Blake reached for another slice of turkey as the live band began to play a tune.

"Seraphinum...Seraphinium Escort Service. It's the most luxurious spot in the city. Amira had it custom designed, its like walking through the gates of heaven. You should stop by some time."

Blake took the envelope between his fingers and opened it. Inside lay a stack of cash, neatly bound.

“You shouldn’t have, thanks Danny. Next round is on me." 

Blake smiled as he ordered another bourbon from the passing server.

Bogdan arrived very well dressed for the feast, even in a way that didn't really suit him, as Bogdan had a rustic appearance. His black suit gave him a somewhat elegant air, and Bogdan couldn't say he was exactly comfortable in those clothes, but he had deemed the occasion necessary for something more classy. He had even brought with him a bottle of a fine wine as a gift to Dynamite, as a thank you for the invitation.

Bogdan then walked around greeting people with firm handshakes. Some of them he knew, others he didn't yet, but he greeted them all, one by one.After greeting everyone, he went to a quiet corner to smoke a cigarette and take a sip of the vodka he carried in a flask inside his jacket.

Arriving late to the feast I can only be impressed at the turnout. Dynamite had really pulled out the stops for this one and it was great to see the family supporting him. Wandering from table to table I could hear much merriment was being had by all. 

Spotting Dynamite and Amira stood nearby I amble over..

Good evening Boss. Good evening Dynamite. I just want to thank you both for this wonderful event you have put on for our family and the rest of these fair cities. It is greatly needed and appreciated after the bloodshed of recent times. 

With that I also spot Danny_Greene and raise my glass in his direction.

Yes Lad

before taking a large swig and settling down..

Giovanni_Lucchesi arrived "fashionably late" to the sit down. His timekeeping skills were always on par but a bloody collection-gone-wrong delayed his presence at the Thanksgiving Feast a little late. He was incredibly impressed at the turnout. He spotted Danny_Greene across the hall and head over. He meets Danny and shakes his hand.

"Good evening, Danny. Thank you for the invite, I really appreciate it. Happy Thanksgiving!"

Danny turns away for a second and comes back with a glass of the finest looking and smelling whiskey Giovanni had ever laid eyes on. The pair toast and finish off their whisky. Danny gets dragged away by another guest at the Feast and Giovanni decides it's a good idea to line the stomach if the whisky is as good as that. 

Giovanni heads over to the Feast area, the guests and early birds had clearly put a dent in the Feast, quite rightly. Giovanni picks up a few items from each platter and heads to a table with an empty seat next to his good friend, Bogdan to start finally filling his gut. He looked up at everyone enjoying themselves and having a good time, this made him feel extremely thankful, he smiled to himself once more before making a toast with Bogdan and tucking in.

As Dynamite saw everyone having a good time, he could see the joy people were having in each others company. Various spirits flowed into glasses and out just as quickly as attendees clinked their glasses. This night could not have been more of a success. Dynamite found this an opportunity to give a speech. He motioned for the musicians to stop as he tapped his cocktail glass with a butter knife.

“I just want to say, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for coming together to enjoy a night as one. We have special guests from as far as Detroit, thank you for making it out. All the good times we had today, let’s continue to remember those moments and, despite the distance, we continue to move forward thankful for each day we have. I am deeply grateful as well for the special gifts that each of you brought. You guys did not have to but you all know what I like. Would anyone like to offer any words to the audience before we conclude?”

Dynamite looked onto the crowd and looked to see if anyone had anything.

By this point, Bogdan had drank more than a few shots of his vodka. His friend Giovanni had joined him and Bogdan had prepared a plate for himself as well, and the two had eaten together, sharing stories and conversation. The food was exceptional, the atmosphere very pleasant.

At one moment, Dynamite opened the floor for anyone who wished to say a few words. Perhaps, if not for the vodka coursing through his system, Bogdan might have remained quiet, but that wasn’t the case. Rising from his seat, he grabbed a glass that had been sitting in front of him, lifting it high. His deep voice, thick with his heavy accent, carried through the room.

"I would like to toast to friendships, old and new! Cheers!"

Without hesitation, he took a sip from the glass, not particularly caring what it contained. He didn’t even remember picking it up, but, as it turned out, it was champagne.

HandsomeRob had noticed many other mafiosi come together to the streets and say what they were thankful for. His pal Danny_Greene saw HandsomeRob and mentioned to him that he should join their thankfulness after he spewed his own about being handsome. Knowing he missed the holiday by a couple of days, he didn't think it was frowned upon to be late to the party...

"Not only am I thankful of my good looks, but I'm also thankful for the new friendship as well. My outfit in Detroit took me in, even though they were worried about my ridiculously good looks, thinking it may scare some business away. They took me in anyways and business is a booming baby."

HandsomeRob sees everyone taking a sip of their beverage and takes out his own flask from his jacket pocket. He takes a swig of his bourbon in celebrating his new friends.

After everyone said their words, Dynamite concluded and grabbed the mic.
 

“Please enjoy the rest of the evening with some music by our wonderful performers and please continue to enjoy the booze. There is quite a bit!”