Roquelaure sat staring out the window and looked at the clock.

God.. so early and nothing to do.. She frowned as she plopped down in her office chair. It was New Years Eve's  and she hadn't even thought of anything to do yet. Pulling open the bottom drawer of her desk she pulled out a half empty bottle of red wine and uncorked it. Not even bothering to pour it into a glass she took a swig and then sighed.

Another New Years Eve board just sitting here. Suddenly a knock on the door startled her, and she dropped the bottle to the floor causing it to shatter on the floor. Damn it!

Roque.. You ok? Stefano opened the door hearing the crash and then sighed as he looked at the wine all over the floor.

You know.. There's no reason you can't have our own party for the entire district! Stefano raised an eyebrow at Roquelaure as she suddenly perked up.

Stefano! I know I put you as my right hand for reason! Brilliant simply brilliant! She popped up quickly not even noticing as the glass crunched under her feet, and she ran through The CDC banging on all the doors.

Everyone! Get up!!! Were hosting a party! Roquelaure watched as a few already drunk family members came groggerly out of their rooms.

Party!?! Legendary gave a small hiccup as he stumbled out into the hall. I have.. Another hiccup came from his mouth. Here.. He threw a few hundred dollars at Roquelaure and grinned as he leaned against the wall.

She smiled and passed it to Stefano. Make it happen...

Not even an hour had passed and she saw a box truck full of all different sorts alchol and tables pull up. She found herself smiling so large as she looked at the clock.

New Years Eve she whispered to herself. ALL DAMN DAY! She yelled as she ran out to the truck and found a bottle of champange.

COME ONE AND ALL! Roquelaure climbed up on top of the hood of the box truck.

It's time to celebrate Staten Island Style! She popped the cork of the bottle and then took a large swig of the bottle and laughed as some spilt down her face.

HAPPY NEW YEARS EVE!!!!! She screamed as she raised her bottle in the air.

Billy was a doll and normally had to have others speak for him. He heard of a party and started twirling his string around for the nearest person to make him talk. Finally somebody walked up and pulled his string. He said he wanted to go to the party in Staten Island. The man pulling the string was his father Stefano.

Stefano picked him up and ran off to the party as go figure he was always late to everything, most would consider him a slacker in this part of town. He ran through the door shouting about how he is here on time. He set Billy on the table next to Roque and said "Here you go little man."

Hey Roque, lets get this party started! No drinking for me though, it doesn't come out right.

Sonny walks into the party already half drunk and wobbling, walking around saying his hello's to most he knew. After his greeting's were done he settled near a table and decided to take his flask out of his coat and drink some more.

"Aye, Happy New Year's Eve to all my friends and family. Hopefully this will be the best party thrown in Staten Island ever's!"

Mort was walking down the street after a hard day of doing cute things , he noticed a small poster to his left on a cracked wall. As he looked closer it went into detail about this 'Party'. Mort ran down to the location as fast as he can. When he arrived he looked at Roques and said,
"Sweetcheeks how about a glass of Jack Daniels and a good ol' stroke on the head for Mort", As Roques was stroking his head he handed her a boquet of fine flowers.

Roquelaure finds herself laughing lightly at Billy, and tugs the string further out so he can keep talking to all the people that are starting to gather around. Well we can't have things erm.. coming out wrong..

She raises her champange bottle to Sonny and grins. I hope that it is too and so far it's shaping up to be fun! Happy New Year's Eve too you too! She takes a sip of her bottle and winks at him as she hops down off the truck.

Suddenly finding herself stroking Mort's head and hoping that none of his hair falls out,  she takes the flower with the other hand and then takes in the beautiful smell. Why TheRealMort these must be the prettiest flowers I have seen all season! She hands him an entire bottle of Jack Daniels and then nods.

A glass won't due here hun!

Cody hears about a party in Staten Island and grabs his coat and heads to the party. 

Roquelaure great party thanks for the invite looking forward to bringin the new year in with you and the rest of NY

Ochoa  Enters the party

Hello Roquelaure  this is a amazing party. Where is the beer?

Roquelaure ahnds both Cody and Ochoa a beer and then points to the back of the truck where two men had just filled a few small tubs with ice and were placing the beer in the tubs.

When you need a refill just get one from there!

And it kinda is a great party although i think I should have hired a musician. Some music would be rather nice now.

She realizes herself her bottle is getting a bit warm and walks over and finally grabs a glass and pours herself a bit from the bottle into the glass, and then places the bottle in the tub.

MINE! She says as she watched a few standing around the beer and drinks.

Sonny overhear's Roquelaure talking about music, and in his drunken state he assume's he is the best singer ever. Therefore he walks up to the front of the party and places a box on the ground. Attempting to get ontop the box but missing every step, finally being able to get a foot onto the box he slowly steps up onto it. Looking around the crowd and waves over one of his men who, shaking his head, gives him a microphone. 

"Well...I see we need some (Hiccup) music at this party so i think im going to (Hiccup) sing for everyone!"

Wobbling around ontop the box, Sonny tries to keep his vision from blurring even more than it is now...trying to steady himself he begin's to sing the first verse of "Don't Stop Believing" but before he can do so he falls over and passes out... 

Fedelta sees everyone having so much fun. He watches them for quite a while, sipping at the bar then he stands up and begins to stumble a little before he regains himself. He then starts doing the creep into the middle of the party, and does the creep smiling and staring at all his friends through his blurred eyes. He dances his little heart out until his legs give out, he falls to the ground and bunks his head on it. He passes out, not even knowing where he was anymore.

Suddenly hearing some music, or at least someone attempting to sing she gets a big grin. Everyone seemed to be having a good time and she had surrounded herself with happiness on this New Years Eve. Looking about to figure out where the singing was coming from Roquelaure finally spotted Sonny.

Omg he's going to fall. She rushed over to the box he was singing at and then grabbed his arm and set it on her shoulder. Shaking her head a bit she couldn't help but attempt to sing the song with him. She knew her voice wasn't the best but she figured what the hell it's a party. Hopefully no one would remember.

Just about the time she hit the main line in the song she looked over to see a body laying on the ground and puzzled she squinted to see better.

Fedelta looked actually rather peaceful as he laid there and she shrugged banking that he had passed out early from too much beer.

He was drunk and on the verge of falling into a coma, before he could hit the ground he feels someone under his arm. Looking to see who it was that saved him from a more than dangerous fall he see's his Godmother and friend Roquelaure.

"Wellhelloooootheremiss!"

Having been extremely drunk and almost passing out his words come out in a slurred sentence, hardly being able to see Sonny's head drops down while his vision goes black and he passes out...

Driving over from Queens to Staten Island Tony plans to socialize and relax at the new years party.  He walks in with a smile already excited about the opportunities the new year will bring about.  

Tony notices a few faces of important men and shakes hands with Fedelta and then with Sonny having a passing conversations as they were also enjoying themselves.  Making his way to the bar he orders an Irish whiskey asking that they leave the bottle also and pays the bar keep.   Tony nods as the music plays watching the people celebrate he begins to relax.   Then he holds his glass up and yells:

Happy New Year everyone

She had heard about this huge party, being hosted by her fellow New Yorker.  Being that is was set up by Roquelaure, she knew it would be stellar.  After throwing on something decent, she has her driver take her to the party.  Having a few drinks already, she stumbles slightly while walking in, almost bumping into her own LHM, Cody.

Oh, hey there Cody.  She grabs a nearby bottle of who knows what and holds it up.  Happy New Years!

She wanders off into the celebration with a drunken smile, waving at Roque, saying hello to a few family and friends.

Sticks her tongue out at Telkin, fixes her hair, and leans against him.  It was getting difficult to stand up. 

I would have to say its been a great time so far.

She pours the rest of the contents of the random bottle she was holding in her mouth.  As it was gone, she hands it to some passerby.

Waking up for a brief moment after passing out from singing Sonny stood up and looked around, thinking he see's some familiar faces arriving at the party. Walking or wobbling over to Telkin he pats his friend on the shoulder and slurs something to him which sounded a little like,

"Areyoushavingagoodstimehere?" 

Smiling at Telkin and tipping his invisible hat to Hayley he walks a couple of feet before resting in a chair and passing back out...

Anarchy heard from Roque that a party was going for New Years eve. He grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels and filled up his flask & and grabbed box of Cuban Cigars before proceeding to the party on foot.

Anarchy would then stand in the shadows with his hat tipped forward covering his face as he walked within the shadows, smoking a Cuban Cigar and leaning against a wall while watching everyone having a drunken good time.