Townslave threw back his covers and sat up on the bed. He was wide awake and ready to go find a way to get what was his, Don. Knowing full well that the circumstances weren't right yet. He got dressed and made a few phone calls to ask for help in his search. Research might give him the information he needed to push to that new level. The house was two stories with very little done to it. In fact, he had just bought the place a week ago. Walking down stairs he located his kitchen and made a bologna sandwich. The crust bothered him so cut all the edges off to make it look more appealing. 

The fridge to his right of the counter he was preparing the bologna sandwich on, had a slice of american cheese. Townslave went over to the fridge and opened the door, retrieved the piece of cheese and carefully shut the door. He began to peel back the plastic covering the slice but broke it. At first he felt a little agitated. He brought it to eye level and stuck out his tongue and licked his lips from left to right as he focused on a way to get this cheese out of the plastic without further hassle.

Townslave took his knife he used to cut the crust off and wedged it in between the cheese and the plastic and lifted. Step one of corrective action was complete and the second was shortly to follow. He laid the knife on the counter and with his left hand securing the object he pulled the cheese off the plastic with his right. A rectangle part of the cheese broke off from the slice.

"What... the fuck."

He threw the piece that broke off into the trash can directly behind him. Placing the remain used to be square onto the sandwich. He looked at the clock to verify that he indeed took twenty minutes to make a sandwich. He shook his head and ate it. He threw the knife into the sink and walked out his front door. The car was waiting for him like a dog in the morning ready to take a piss. Walking over to the driver side of the vehicle he opened the door and hopped in. He put the key into the ignition and turned, gave it some gas. It was a Mercedes, candy apple red convertible. He put it in drive and went off to meet JessiePinkman.

Jessie was also trying to make it to Don and probably had a few more strings. Townslave thought together they could figure out where they had to go and what they had to do to make this dream come true. Jessie was waiting in a coffee shop close by. Townslave pulled up to the coffee shop and parked on the side of the road. He walked inside and located Jessie. With his arms wide open and a smile on his face he walked up to JessiePinkman.

"My dear friend!"

Townslave gave Jessie a hug and two pats on the back and released.

"Let's talk. We need to get the Don status. People notice right now but I want more, you know? That feeling of something you just don't quite have yet because it's just barely out of reach. What are we going to do?"

Townslave lit a cigarette and took a hit.

Jessie had been waiting in the small back alley cafe since being kicked out of his girlfriend Jane's apartment early that morning.

Jessie welcomed Townslave with a rather weird hug that Townslave didnt really seem to want to be released from, Jessie found two rather powerful pats landing on on his back 

"Townslave my ole chum! Take a seat... Ive been waiting for you too arrive before ordering..."

Jessie opened his box of cigarettes, while motioning to the waiter that they was ready to order... Jessie removed the only smoke-able cigarette he had... Afterall, he couldnt touch his lucky one, And lit it up and took a long pull.

"Ill take, two eggs, two bacon, two sausage, beans and fried tomato please m'dear."

Jessie motions too Townslave.

"I doubt we can get this work done on an empty stomach... Wotcha having fella?"

Townslave looked to the waiter and placed his order.

"I'll have a pancake with two packs of butter and maple syrup."

He rubbed his hands together real quick like and ended with a clap. A little excited given the circumstances but who could blame him?

"You're right about the empty stomach part but I already had a sandwich. I need to hire a cook because if I had to make that everyday I would probably kill someone."

He took another drag off his cigarette and moved the ashtray closer to him to ash. 

"Did you know Anomaly and SammyGravano found a way to get the status? I don't know how they did it but they certain put their feet down and did what they had to do."

Townslave shrugged his shoulders and looked back to see how the food was coming. The waiter was holding up two fingers to another and looked over to where they were sitting and pointed. Townslave gave his attention back to Jessie.

"How is Lynch doing since I left?"

Townslave was in a serious state of mind at this point.

Wauw, this is amazing ! Good luck with your newly formed crew! if i can help you in any way just hit me up. 

Deadmoney was sitting at the counter finishing his coffee when Townslave and JessiePinkman sat down and ordered there breakfast, A smile formed on Deadmoneys face Deadmoney had enjoyed his time in Twin Peaks before being moved To philly.

Deadmoney ordered another  cup of coffee and greeted his former Family members.

Looking at his Friend Townslave Deadmoney Smiled

Ahhhh Townslave it has been fantastic to see you branching out with your new crew, Though this Don rank i have heard from a friend of a friend that Tyrant Pickles has disallowed any obtaining that rank hence the reason that Ziva is not a Don.

Deadmoney takes up a stool next to Jessie and Townslave

Townslave heard a familiar voice over near the counter, it was Deadmoney. He couldn't believe he didn't recognize him before now. It felt like forever ago since they last saw each other in person. More talk of Pickles, The Tyrant, always sparked interest in him. He waited until Deadmoney pulled up his chair and sat down before he spoke. 

"Oh, so all I need to do is ask Pickles for permission."

He scratched his head and pondered how he would even approach Mr_Pickles. It wasn't often that people would see him out in the open and he seemed to only talk on balconies. Townslave went over to the window to see if there was a balcony outside. He thought he might of saw one but didn't have the right angle to tell. Walking back over to his seat he sat back down.

"Where is Pickles when you need him?"

The waiter then came with JessiePinkman's and Townslave's food and placed them on the table. The waffles looked delicious with the nice addition of butter just like he requested. Maple syrup was spread all over the place. Townslave grabbed his silverware and looked over to JessiePinkman.

"Shall we?"