Tommy had just finished the decorations and called up his accountant. "Mrs. Kathy,please send out the invitations for the party." He said. "How many?" Asked ,Mrs. Kathy. "Everyone associated in "This Thing of Ours" Send an invitation to every crew leader inviting their whole family." He said as he hung up.

It wasn't long until the room began filling with mobsters,dancing,drinking,enjoying themselves. Tommy thought this would be a good Halloween.

(OOC:OPEN RP)

The_Messiah walked up to the door of the building when Tommy opened it and appeared.

"Welcome, welcome and come in!" He said.

Inside there were many people drinking and talking, some in obscure masks and others just there casually.

"Thanks Tommy, I heard there was alcohol." He smiled, "I always get the creeps on Halloween so I need something to dumb it down a shade."

Hey boss,the bar is over there,the bartender will get you whatever you need. So what are you up to?

Tommy looks out the window to see more guests.

Full moon tonight. Beautiful, eh boss?

"Thanks Tommy." He walks over tot he bar and orders a beer.

"Full moon you say? Hmmm." The_Messiah shivers and scratches his beard. "Just try and keep the curtains drawn."

Tommy looks at his CL for a minute. "Any particular reason?" Tommy asked as he lit up a smoke and offered The_Messiah a cigarette.

As Al stumbles down the walk he sees a curtain move and a man look out into the streets. The man disappears as Al comes up to the window and peers through the center of the now closed fabric. His dead eyes spy a powerful man at the bar and plenty of fresh meat inside. He stops gnawing on the piece of Marietta's shoulder he had bitten off earlier. She had already turned and the meat was tough. Zombie Al heads inside and walks up to the bar.

Bloody Mary, heavy on the blood.

"Meh! Thats why."

The_Messiah sinks back into his seat.

"It seems some people have turned undead in the chaos."

Yeah... What the fuck?

Tommy pulls out a .45 and aims it at Al...

Eat me! Don't take the CL! EAT ME!!!

Al turns a single dead eye to The_Messiah whose beard is noticeably thicker.

Better undead than half a hound. I suspect by the end of this night you will be on all fours hunting the same prey I am. Your kind is no better than mine.

Al grabs mary and takes another bloody bite.

--Prophet-- knock on the door, and when tommy opened it he has been a lil shock of the outfit.

"Hi there Tommy did I scare you? where are the others am i late?"

"No your not." Tommy pointed where The_Messiah is and the others.

"Hi Guys may I join you I think your having a good time there." --Prophet-- called while he approaches them.