Everything was going good in Vegas. Money was flowing in and I had recently met some new contacts out in the city of sin, however there was one thing I hadn't done yet... through a huge party at the Paradise.

I put on the best suit I had and got the ballroom set up for what I envisioned as the party of the century. I wanted everyone in and around Vegas as well as other's from all over to show up. That included very respectful members and bosses of other families.

I grabbed a drink and waited for the ballroom to fill as a night of drinking, dancing and mingling was about to blow the roof off the hotel.

At last a night away from all the books and phones ringing. This was an anticipated moment to happen at the hotel, people from near and far rushing to get to the party of the year. I put away the final paperwork from the morning before, then ran upstairs to put on the most stunning ball gown of all time.

Walking down to the ball room my eyes lock on to KL as I see him standing there looking as good as ever, I run to the bar and grab a drin

Pyro stood gazing into his hotel room mirror wondering if you looked as good as he felt. It was a beautiful night in Vegas, and Pyro had been looking forward to it for quite some time now. It was always nice to get out of Chicago and go have a good night and meet new people. 

Pyro was wearing a black on black suit he had owned for years, but only wore to special occasions. He stepped out his hotel room, made his way a few stories down to the ballroom, and entered. Pyro walked up to the bar and asked the waitress, "Excuse me ma'am, let me get a whiskey on the rocks.". The waitress arrived and gave Pyro his drink as he slid her a twenty dollar bill.

Pyro lit a cigarette and gazed around the ballroom. He spotted KL sitting alone watching as the room slowly filled with people. Rumor had it he was behind the entire party. Glancing to his right he also spotted a beautiful woman whose name apparently was Jezebel-. Catching her eye, Pyro sent her a wink, as he hit his cigarette and sat down at a table. 

Bernardo walks inside the ballroom, which is said that a party is being held. A huge huge party is being held. He walks inside and he sees only a few people has come. The sun's heat is still hot in skin, so maybe it is still too early for anyone to come. Neverthe!ess, Bernardo blitz into the ballroom and takes some drinks off fro  the waiter.

         "Everything seems to be at place"

Bernardo whispers as he passes KL on his way to the buffet table.

I take my drink from the bar i seen a man there getting a whiskey on the rocks as  he walks away looks over and winks, I then walk over to KL and stand next to him watching all the people pour in.

"Great turn out so far boss, mind if I join you?" I grab KLs arm and lock mine with his 

Having recently moved to Las Vegas, John had been working so hard, there really hadn't been time to relax much.  Hearing about a function at the Paradise, he stops at his barber for a cut and shave, then the tailor for a new suit before heading home to get ready.

Knowing it was going to be a great night, he calls a car service and grabs a bottle of champagne to enjoy on the ride over.

Pulling up out front, the crowd is just starting to gather.  He leans forward and passes a tip to the driver "Keep it out front buddy.  I'll be a while, but you never know when you might have to leave in a hurry".

Entering the ballroom, he heads straight for the bar.  "Double bourbon, straight up".  Turning to scan the room for familiar faces, he sips his drink and lights a cigar.

"RED!!  Happy to see you here buddy.  Didn't know who all was coming to this bash"

Reaching out to shake RedRums hand, John grabs it tight and pulls him and says quietly "I know there is a job that needs to get done, I haven't forgot.  It will take me a few days to put it together, I'll be out of town for a few days, but Ali and I are figuring it out".

Looking around the room, the expensive dresses and classy suits, John starts to laugh.

"Not sure guys like us were supposed to show up here ha ha"

I had heard there was going to be a huge Mafia party in Las Vegas, so I bought the first ticket out of New York to go. I had been wanting to meet some of the Las Vegas mafiosos. You never know who may be your next partner in crime. I asked around town, and eventually got an address. I put on my best suit and hailed a cab to take me to the hotel.

I walk in and see a decent amount of people. It wasn't a huge crowd of people, but it was still fairly early. I saw a couple faces I recognized which helped ease the pain of social anxiety. I started to walk over to the bar, but decided against it. Even though everyone seemed nice, it was a Mafia party, and I wanted to stay on high alert.

I caught a glance of KL, the man who, as rumor has it, organized this event. He seemed friendly enough, so I approached him.

"Hello. I don't believe we've had the opportunity to meet yet. My name's Frenchy. I'm set up in New York. This is a nice hotel, and the party seems to be getting along fine, but this is Vegas. Maybe we should play some poker. It does seem like a proper place for it."

A lot of people were now showing just as I wanted. I spoke with quite a few men and women... some I knew while others introduced themselves. I decided to go up to my penthouse for a little while and let everyone go crazy. I had noticed Jezebel had been attached to me for the whole night and it reminded me of when her sister used to do that. I wasn't going to fight the issue. As I headed up I gave her a look to come join me upstairs for awhile.

As we walked up to the suite I told her I wanted some quality time before returning to the party.

Noticing KL give a nod to follow him, I gave no hesitation. I zig zagged through the crowd of people finally ending outside of the ballroom meeting KL face to face, I then lock my arm into his as we walk up to his suite. It was nice getting away from all the excitement and finally be alone. We walk into the room KL closes the door behind us, I continue to look around the room then take a seat near the window.

As he looked around the room, John saw one face he recognized, but it was so out of place....

"Frenchy?  What the fuck are you doing in LA man?  Happy to see you again."  

Walking across the bar, he gives Frenchy a good solid handshake.  "Can I buy you a drink brother?  I owe you one from that night in NYC.  Welcome to Vegas, anything you want, we have it"

I was leaning against the wall on the outskirts of the party hoping to not draw too much attention. I had mingled a bit, but so far nothing had stuck. I was just about to give up on my "not drinking" idea to see if a little buzz would liven the party up, when I see John walking up to me. I shook his hand, and listened to what he had to say. I decided to take his offer of a drink.

"Ahh, you know, I heard that this party was supposed to be good, so I headed over. Always heard that the Vegas parties are the best.

Drinks sound good, just don't expect me to get shitfaced. I got an early flight back to New York tomorrow."

We walked over to the bar. I got a glass of wop like my father used to drink. We then walked over to a nearby table and sat down.

"Well John, how are things going? You making some good money over here?"

Happy to catch up with Frenchy, I grab a bottle of champagne and a few glasses. "Let's grab a table, I promise, you will feel just  fine for your  flight tomorrow ha ha ha"

Heading up to the upper level of the club so they could people watch and hold a decent conversation at the same time, they sit at a table overlooking the ballroom.

"So tell me Frenchy, how've things been?  Vegas has been a lot of fun.  Can get a little rough sometimes, but hell, it's all worth it.  My earnings are getting there.  I'm still a pup in the crew so need to grind it out to show em what I can do, but we've got a lot of really good people working here.  How's NYC?  Any big changes since we spoke last?"

Ibarra, hearing about the huge party down in Las Vegas, nervous, he was. He looked in the mirror as he prepared his newly bought suit and checked his hair, he sets out to buy a ticket straight out of Chicago to land straight in Las Vegas, he proceeded to walk on down to where the party was supposed to be hosted, the wind dashing beyond his face, his footsteps marching, heart-racing. He was just about to enter the biggest party yet, unaware of who may be at the party, possibly even a familiar face.

Ibarra steps off into the ballroom, he examines his surroundings to all the people who have already arrived and having conversation, stepping off to the bar, passing already a good crowd of people trying not to catch much attention from anybody else, his jacket flashed back with the wind of people lashing by as it smoothly sets back down to his back. He orders a casual drink from the bartender.

Get me up with a double bourbon. He said as he was still scanning for familiar faces, not spotting anybody as of yet. He lights up a cigar in the heat of the moment, he lights it up as he was sitting and having a casual smoke, the smoke of the cigar blowing from his mouth like a clouded wave, lifting his left hand up to relax on the counter top after originally having it slapped onto his leg, he was enjoying himself so far with the occasional talks happening around him.

I look down over the ballroom. I notice that KL and Jezebel have disappeared. I think it a coincidence and look back to John. I take a sip of my wine and begin to answer.

"Things are going great. There's some changes in the works, but I don't know quite what all I can say at the moment."

I stop talking and stand up. I shake his hand, slipping him a $100.

"I'd love to keep chatting, but I need to step out for a minute. I have some business to attend to."

I step down the stairs and take a quick look around. Still no sign of KL, so I look back to John.

"Hey, when KL gets back tell him I liked the party, and that I had to get going. I'm sure I'll see you again soon John."

I turn back towards the exit and walk out. Saying some goodbyes on the way out. It was a good party and I'm sure I'll end up coming back to the next. I wish that I could stay longer, but I really do have some stuff I got to do. I hop into a cab and drive off.

Alison had been holed up at her apartment for the longest time, just waiting for something interesting to come along. Needless to say, when she'd heard that a big party was being thrown at KL's hotel, she wasted no time in getting ready and driving over to Paradise, hoping to see old friends and meet new people.

Clad in a striking red evening dress and lips to match, she waltzed into the party just as things were getting good. She saw a few familiar faces and a lot of foreign ones, mentally noting to congratulate KL after for having such a wide range of attendees. Seeing as everyone already had conversations of their own, Alison made her way to the bar to get a drink or two as she waited for someone she could to talk to. "A gin and tonic, please."

TTD stumbles through the streets sipping on his moonshine.  He's wearing torn canvas pants and his patented red plaid lumberjack shirt to go with his trademark long shaggy beard.  He walks through Paradise and notices a shindig with cars of several mobsters from his home city.

"A Party and no one remembered to tell the town drunk?!"

TTD stumbles up the walkway muttering to himself and bumps shoulders with Frenchy who was just leaving. Frenchy yells obscenities to the clueless alcoholic and TTD throws his arms up into the air and walks up the walkway.  He slams the french doors wide open and makes a fucking scene...

"LET'S FUCKIN' PARTY!!"

TTD walks in and finishes off his mason jar of moonshine and then proceeds to grab the first female he finds and swings her around completely offbeat from the music as he tries to ballroom dance.  She's modest enough and tries to humour TTD, but ends up pushing him off and running away to get the transferred puke stains off of her dress.

TTD shrugs and walks up to the bar and leans in almost spilling Ibarra's double buorbon. 

"My apologies sir.  I seem to have gotten a little carried away today!!  FUCK, when do I not?" TTD lets out an exaggerated laugh and looks at the bartender.

"My fucking moonshine is gone and I just felt my buzz drop a notch.  Gimme the strongest shit you got!!"

The bartender hands TTD a whisky on the rocks and he staggers away and goes up to the stairs where he sees a table where JohnWCreasy is just getting up from a conversation.  He faceplants into the table breaking all 4 legs and then quickly tries to correct himself and stand up, but loses his balance again and almost goes over  the railing onto the floor below before grabbing it to steady himself.  He looks over the railing at the people staring at him with their mouths open at the scene.  

"VEGAS IS FUCKING AWESOME!!!"  TTD yells as he drunkstumbles off. 

"Anyone seen KL?  I have to give her my regards."

Ibarra twirled his body around in the seat as he heard TTD shouting up in the party. He turned his head back around to the bar, leaving a short chuckle while he slightly shakes his head.

Just a little bit more what needs to clean up my day.  He said while he took another short puff of his cigarette, he casually sipped his bourbon as he relaxed his palms across the counter, not only just noticing Alison striking the night in her red dress, he examined her slightly while he straightens his jacket, he leaned his head over slightly.

Nice dress you got there, miss. Couldn't but notice, really lights up the place. In my case, a little brighter color would hurt to have the party spiked would it? His voice sounded soft and originally swayed, he kept the conversation calm while he wasn't trying to give off a awkward introduction to Alison, he smiled slightly after he ended off his sentence before doing a small scan of the room once again, Ibarra really seemed eager on the sense that somebody he knew would arrive to the party.

Mickey sits down in the corner relaxing and talking to a couple of his old friends and smoking. He than whistles at the Waiter trying to get his attention. He sees the waiter approaching him.

''How May I help you?''

''Can you get me a joint please?''

''Sure Thing sir''

Mickey sees the waiter reaching into his left pocket taking out a Joint then hands it towards him. Mickey grabs the Joint and then reaches inside his own left pocket taking out his own lighter. He puts the Joint between his lip and lights it up himself.

''Couple minutes went by''

Mickey blows smoke out his nose and then looks up seeing the front door of the building opening and sees a familiar face walk inside the building and keeps his eyes on him watching him stepping off to the bar. Mickey keeps up from his chair and start approaching up behind the male trying to remember who it is.

''Oh Shit.. Is that who I think it is?'' he said, than sits down at the bar next to the male tapping him on his back.

''How You doing Ibarra?''