As the crowd around the arena surged towards the main doors, Jezabel pulled the car up to the curb towards the back and parked. Close enough. She thought to herself, checking her make up and wrap in the mirror before tucking the key where the boss could find it easily. If all went well, it’d be ready to head home after… Jez stopped herself from thinking about it, worry wouldn’t help and everything was set up. Either it’d work out, or they needed The Boss to have a fast escape.

Satisfied with the bright red of her lips, Jez stepped out of the red coup, donned her feathered tiara and patted the trunk, Smirking at the low moan she imagined she heard from the mayor's assistant inside. He’d been ever so kind to help arrange tonight's meeting. Jez tossed her wrap around her shoulders and walked towards The Backdoor, a notorious speakeasy that looked over the arena.

As she watched the alley for anything weird, she adjusted her outfit in the window of the opposite shops. The red frills tickled the back of her knees, the knee high boots just a smidge too short to protect her from them, the black capelet set off the bright red of the rest of the outfit all topped with the bejeweled tiara. Jez wiggled a bit to watch the frills dance before turning to cross the street.

“Jezzy Baebee!” The bright male baritone had Jez pausing in the middle of the street before she saw RichardWad sticking his head out the Backdoor, “There you are! The match is about to start! Come on before you distract the fighters with your smile!”

“Dicky! You sly devil, come on then, let's get ourselves seated before we cause a fuss!” Jez finished crossing the road and hugged her long time friend, letting him pull her up the stairs into one of the Boxes. As he lead her through, they grabbed both viewing glasses, a bottle of rum and a pair of tumblers from the table in the back of the family's box before joining the small party.

“Is everything in order?” Dicky asked quietly, hiding his words under the roar of the crowd. “I saw The Boss personally escorted the Mayor to his box. Is tonight the night?” 

Jez smiled at him grimly. “If all goes to plan, They’re in a meeting about lowering the local bribes around here. The Boss said he’d show him why they call him Oblivion if he refused.” Jez held out her cup for a bit of the rum and coke. “He’ll probably join us after the first or second match when the crowds good and wound up. It’ll be impossible to talk to him at that point. Til then, I plan to keep his box merry and ready to celebrate.”

As the night went on, the crowd got louder and louder, until halfway through the last fight before the main card, the fighters were well matched and the crowd was roaring. Jez was well into her third rum and coke, when the guttural popping of a gun being unloaded could be faintly heard. Jez stiffened for a few moments until the door to the box quietly opening let a faint breeze brush through her hair.

Glancing back, she saw Oblivion hanging his coat. As she caught his eye, a conspiratorial smile crossed his face and Jezz relaxed. It was done. He joined the small group in the box in time to cheer on the final card. As the last fight finally ended, one of the servers knocked a raid warning on the wall. The group quickly tucked the bottles into the hideaway bar and topped their cups with pop or water.

The night ended in interviews with the police. “Why, No officer, We didn’t hear Anything up here, the crowd got rather loud after the second fight though. Why? Don’t tell me someone jumped from the boxes?!.. What?! The Mayor! Why, I saw him fighting with his assistant in the hall just a bit before the match!”

Finally, back in the crew’s main room, Jez pulled out the champagne, shaking the bottle before spraying it all over Oblivion. Startled, the rest of the family turned to see what had Jezabel pulling out the glittery stuff, “Ladies and Gentle beasts! May I present The Latest Godfather of Paradise! Oblivion!!!!”

Jez pulled out the champagne flutes and began pouring drinks for everyone before Dicky and ThaddeusVanderlynEsq stepped in, “Boss needs you over with him for a moment.” Thad said with a wink. Shrugging, Jez padded over and handed Oblivion one of the flutes.

He smirked and tapped the glass with his ring to quiet the room, before turning to Jez and holding up his glass, “AND! To the newest Leader in our family. I’m setting you up in The Pit. I already had the guys take your stuff over while we were at the fight. Congratulations Lady Jezabel, I’m sending you and your glitter to take over the night club. What are you gonna call it?”

Jez smirks and holds her flute in to the party, calling out "The Pit!" before downing her glass to the roar of the party goers.