Joey takes his skeleton mask off of his face, rubbing his tired eyes with his palms. He was out most of the night shooting at monsters, or maybe those were just trick-or-treating children in the wrong place at the wrong time... Joey shrugs at the thought, it was fun either way! But now was time for a meeting he'd been excited for all week. Hell, Halloween wasn't even the date circled on his calendar: it was today.

He hurried back to his office at The Hardcases HQ in Summerlin, where he was supposed to be meeting with a good friend of his. He stumbles in, still a little dizzy and hung-over from last night's fun and festivities, and has a seat behind his desk. Some time passes and he sobers up quite nicely, which is good, a sound mind is needed for what is to come shortly. He glances at the clock on the wall, his meeting is supposed to begin any minute but his friend was nowhere to be seen yet.

Joey stands and walks to the far wall in his HQ, where a glass and bottle of scotch await. Just as he pours himself a glass Scratchy comes barreling through the doorway. Startled, Joey steps back quickly, bottle and glass still in hand to face his excited Right Hand. The door closes slowly, and somewhat awkwardly, behind Scratchy who is holding a very large bag of Candy in his hand, with a pig mask pushed up onto his forehead.

Joey chuckles lightly to himself, it was not unlike Scratchy to be loud and a little... overly enthusiastic, but it was one of the things he liked so much about the young man. As he sets the glass back onto the counter against the wall Joey ushers Scratchy towards a seat in front of the desk.

Planting his own bottom in a chair Joey addresses Scratchy:

"Looks like you were having fun last night as well huh?" 

Joey smiles as Scratchy nods excitedly and then removes the pig mask from his forehead, placing it on the floor beside his chair.

"Well we have important business to discuss, so I'll get right into it."

Pausing for a moment of... dramatic effect... Joey continues:

"You've been an INCREDIBLE Right Hand to me here in the Hardcases for a while now. You have always been reliable, you've learned incredibly quickly, and you are always excited for a new opportunity to make me proud. You started as my associate when I was only a Capo for Koehler in Evolution, worked your way up in his family until I was given permission to set up in Chicago, where you became my Right Hand. And as you sit here before me today, I want to offer you another chance to grow. Summerlin, Las Vegas, needs to grow. We have many new faces coming into the city looking for work and The Hardcases can't accommodate them all. I believe you are ready for a big opportunity: I want you to set up a crew under me, here in Summerlin."

Joey waits for Scratchy's response, and for ONCE the young man seems to be at a loss for both words, and actions. After a moment though his smile slowly grows larger until he begins nodding happily.

"A-Aaa-Absolutely boss!! It would be such an honor!" Scratchy manages to spit out.

Joey opens a drawer in his desk and takes out a set of keys, handing them over.

"Well then, these are to your new HQ! Go check it out, I'll call the moving vans to get your things over there!"

Scratchy turns to leave, just as his hand grasps the doorknob Joey calls his name:

"Scratchy!! One last thing: What will you call your crew?"

He doesn't even hesitate, just smiles and says: "The Nervous Ninnies" before hurrying away. Joey can only shrug and smile at his... random, friend. He walks to the window to watch Scratchy hurry off down the road towards the new HQ.

Ilammo was still running around like a fool looking for anyone dressed up for Halloween when he heard the news.

"Congratulations Scratchy!", Ilammo said while his eyes still peeled around for people for him to rob candy from.

Ilammo saw a silhouette entering an alley and he immediately darted for them, "TRICK OR TREAT!!".

Proud of you Scratchy, you will do good things in LV. 

TTD, always looking for a party sees that his home city is growing.  He feels warm inside....

Or is that the 190 proof moonshine he's sipping?  Ah who gives a fuck.  It's time for a speech from TTD. 

"Scratchy.  You're a true mafioso.  I'm proud that you've succeeded to this point and I know that Summerlin will thrive under your leadership!!"

TTD throws his mason jar across the room and it shatters into a wall.

"LET'S FUCKIN PARTY!!!"

Standing proud at the building he now owns - with high velocity a slight "WHEOIIIIIIIII". ​As he hears noise in the background of people congratulating, moving towards them he greats them all.

 Ilammo making him uneasy with his costume - coughing slightly before giving a reply: "T-thank yo-" before getting to finish, the masked figure Ilammo darts off, as he shakes his head in confusion, but accepts that maniacs are still out there even though Halloween has passed!

Turning towards Leather, going out for a hug, exclaiming, "This means alot, thank you!"

As what seems like an earthquake that smells of alcohol, Thetowndrunk stampedes with a half goblet of moonshine - somehow words make it clear to Scratchy, as Scratchy lights up with joy. Trying not to light up as much, flammable and taller than him - he extends his hand for a handshake - but Thetowndrunk throws his bottle instead, staining the nearby wall. With the yell, Scratchy indulges the festivities.

Rain arrives at the new HQ’s of Scratchy where a big party is going on.  Moonshine thrown against a wall, what a waste.  Rain makes her way through the wild crowd and approaches Scratchy; she almost has to yell over the noise of all the people.

Congratulations Scratchy.  I wish you the best on your new journey.  Las Vegas will shine a lot brighter now.   

 Rain walks off to find some moonshine that's not on the walls.