Word spread throughout the criminal cities quickly, like wild fire. Like quick hot red spicy wild fire. Hell yeah, wild fire was spicy. Perfect on a taco. News spread that Bronx, New York was getting a new acting Godmother. It was a day for many celebrations, cookies and maybe even a few slumber parties to listen to the live broadcast of the party that was happening at the Bronx prom. No one from New York could be assed to break the news to the public outside of the mail system so they contracted out to the blonde bimbo duo.  Men, women, children and Pine's mom turned their radios on and tuned in.

*The following transaction is live from the Bronx prom.

Michele: It's Saturday night live!

Romy: Michele, you know it’s not like actually Saturday night, right?

Michele: Romy! Oh Em Gee! Of course I know. It just sounds more exciting! 

Romy: Now that I think about it you are totally right!

Michele: I know!!! Romy, will you please stop adjusting your makeup the listeners can’t see you. 

Romy: I know, but they can hear me. The more beautiful I look the more beautiful I’ll sound. It works like that Michele. 

Michele: Romy, you are always full of fabulous ideas, darling!

Romy: You know who is looking fine tonight?

Michele: No, we are not doing that again. He’s still your cousin, Romy!

Romy: I’m frowning. I’m frowning at Michele, I want everyone to know that.

Michele: Romy! Are we live?? 

Romy: Yes Michele, didn’t you see it when they gave us the cue?

Michele: I’m turning bright red right now. Blushing like a bae!

Romy: Distract me from my hot cousin, Michele. Let’s start the show.

Michele: Welcome ladies and gentleman as we fill your radio waves we our beautifulest voices and update you live from the Bronx Prom!! Where we announce prom king and queen of the mafia, give you the latest news from the best city in the criminal world aka New York and tell you all about the big move of Miss_Niki to the Bronx!

Romy: I’m clapping people. Can you hear me clapping??

Michele: Romy, it’s the radio, they can hear any sound you make.

Romy: Michele, I know, but for the deaf people I want to narrate too.

Michele: Oh geez.

Romy: Michele is tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder and rolling her eyes at me.

Michele: Well, I’ll get started. We have all the famous and important people here from New York. There is Big_Al out on the dance floor absolutely blowing most of the other attendees away with his smooth dance moves.

Romy: Isn’t he just absolutely fabulous. Magic feet. Ladies, he really knows what he is doing. 

Michele: Any girl that goes home with him tonight will be a lucky lady!

Romy: At the cookie table, this wouldn’t be a New York party without any cookies, Michele. 

Michele: You are so right Romy. Remember the great cookie hoist of 2016? 

Romy: I’m laughing people, can you hear me laughing?

Michele: And I’m playing along by rolling my eyes. Darlings, I’m rolling my eyes at Romy.

Romy: Anyway, at the cookie table there is PoisonCentipede and @BennyKnuckles. Michele, it’s kind of a sausage fest in here.

Michele: Romy, don’t worry. I’m sure Rayln is here somewhere. Probably passed out somewhere. You know that woman likes to start her drinking early and a heavy drinker she is. I’ve heard she has been encouraged multiple times by friends and loved ones to get her life together. 

Romy: Michele, you are totally right girl, I’ve heard that too. It’s good for us though, if Rayln didn’t have such a problem with booze we wouldn’t have scored this awesome prom gig! The criminal world needs to hear from New York and Rayln was obviously not up to the task, with being passed out in some closet somewhere and we know that Miss_Niki isn’t much of a talker. 

Michele: Romy, they are so lucky to have us! 

Romy: Right Michele, so lucky!

Michele: There is Miss_Niki talking with the trombone player from the band. It looks like she likes the way he strokes his instrument.

Romy: Now, I've heard there is some confusion, is it N I K I or N I C K I?

Michele: Either? Both? Does it really matter?

Romy: She is the guest of honor?

Michele: I'll look up my notes. I'm flipping pages people. Okay, I found it. It's N I K I. I think. Rayln must have been drunk when she wrote this.

Romy: Fair enough.

Michele: Oh look, Frank_Gallagher just found his way to the cookie table too. See folks, this is what is so great about a live show. You get a very detailed play by play of the most interesting folks in New York. You should all be very appreciative of how blessed your lives are.

Romy: Girl, you are so right. 

Michele: I really hope that the Spanish Flu isn’t here tonight. Romy, did you hear about that DannyGreen guy?

Romy: No, what happened?

Michele: Supposedly he caught the Spanish Flu and was executed like it’s the 1700’s. 

Romy: Wow, that’s terrible. Did you hear this from your contacts in New York?

Michele: New York actually doing something not fun? Romy, please, you know New York only involves themselves in things like birthday parties, slumber parties, tea parties, prom parties. Rayln likes her party because she likes her drinking at the parties. Also, I don’t think that girl knows how to do any sort of serious business. DoctorBoom and WiggleFanGirl4Lyfe took care of the matter. No one heard anything from New York that night.

Romy: Don’t be so hard on New York, Michele. They were obviously all too busy planning this prom!

Michele: Darling, you are so right!

Romy: Though, I don’t think Rayln got the invites out to anyone else as I don’t see anyone from any other city here. Michele, want to play a fun game? Name names from other cities and describe what they would be doing if they were here!

Michele: Romy! That is the best idea, BAE! Okay, okay, I’ll go first. If BostonGeorge was here he’d be professing his deep love to Miss_Niki in the form of a poem. 

Romy: TheBootyBandit would be popping and locking it on the dance floor.

Michele: Dexter would be spiking the punch.

Romy: Maria would be flouncing.

Michele: PeterPerttits would be bragging about how many members he has.

Romy: Maximus would be showing his muscles off to the ladies.

Michele: Romy, that Maximus is such a babe.

Romy: Dibs!

Michele: D….damnit.

Romy: Lovely audience, Michele is frowning.

Michele: Zlatan would arrive with a mysterious date on his arm. The date would be mysterious because they’d be wearing a costume mask, but it’d be Shogun who was trying to conceal his identity. 

Romy: I’m laughing folks. Okay, okay, uhhh Nefer would be here to break up the sausage fest.

Michele: MrOwl would be here for the cookies.

Romy: Pine would be here looking for his cone.

Michele: Kairi would arrive and out dance Big_Al.

Romy: Michele, we have to stop, I’m laughing so much and I think we could do this all night darling!

Michele: Okay, okay. Let’s get to the main event. The crowning of Miss_Niki as both prom queen and acting Godmother of her own New York district. I’m sure it’s totally deserved and all that jazz. 

Romy: Well….

Michele: Romy, don’t ruin the moment. Be the blonde you are and smile and nod. We learned this from Miss_Niki. She is our queen. Smile and nod will get you through life! How do you think we got this job???

Romy: Because Rayln is a ted….drunk?

Michele: Well, yeah, but this is Miss_Niki’s day! So, big shout out to Miss_Niki! You totally deserve your own district…maybe! Congrats bae!!!

Romy: I’m clapping, smiling and nodding excitedly.

Kevin and some of his associates were at the corner bar one Saturday night having their weekly poker game.  The radio was on in the background, but no one really listened to it.  For some reason on this particular evening something caught Kevin's attention.

Hey bub!  Turn that radio up for a sec!

Kevin turned to his friends with a puzzled look on his face.

Did that girl on the radio just say that MissNiki was going to be the new action Godmother of the Bronx?  Why in the hell would she move her outfit to Manhattan and then a day or two later take over the Bronx? 

Kevin just shook his head and went back to his cards. 

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