The room was dim, dark, and damp. You couldn't quite make out exactly what was inside it, but through the sunlight gracefully forcing its way inside through the torn up and tattered curtains, you can faintly make out the rooms interior-- and it is not something you'd wish you had ever seen in the first place. Broken bottles and clothes piled feet high, stains cover nearly every inch of the walls, and if you stare hare enough you can even make out creatures darting through the maze of mess and chaos.

"Who wants something to DRINK!?!", his voice was coarse but strong and the sound of feathers fluttering about were all most people would notice, as people generally aren't accustom to that sort of thing. The Owl deftly worked his way along the clutter and made his way to a small island in the middle of the floor where two men stood completely befuddled. 

Without skipping a beat, he snatched up a bowl off of the floor and dumped in a rather brown liquid he seemed to be clutching in his hands as he thrust the bowl into the face of the men who seemed to want nothing to do with the treat. Swirling it around a bit with his fingers, his face quickly morphed from happy to sad as he realized they wanted to do with his magical sweet treat.

"Look, we're just here, because we were sent here. We don't want any trouble... bird?"

"Yeah, c'mon, dove, lets go somewhere I can actually breathe and talk about this shit. It's important."

He shrugged and threw the bowl behind him, the liquid flinging out in slow motion. There were many things he could handle, but being called a dove was not one of them. Did they not know he was a bird of prey?! The most respected of the birds! Before the ceramic had time to shatter against the wall, both men were dead and the Owl walked himself out of his room. He needed to take a walk.

Bronx, New York

It was apparently a very long stroll. The two men he had met with wanted him to come here, after all, and he wouldn't let their last wishes go in vain. There was an opening in the city of New York and it would take an Owl to fill it, not a god damn dirty dove, but an extremely savvy and street tough Owl. 

Calling up SpikeS and Rayln he let them know of his new venture and they were more than happy to get rid of him let him have this wonderful opportunity. In fact, they seemed almost too anxious, but he was sure that was just their excitement for him to finally be able to spread his wings.

He scribbled some words onto a piece of paper and took it over to a small Restaurant on one of the less busy streets in the neighborhood-- it only took him a few minutes of convincing to get them to hand over the keys to the place. Maybe it was the gun he had aimed at their heads, but most likely he figured it was the silver tongue he received during an accidental paint fight with a few friends.

Hooters

Hoot, Hoot.

Either way, he was ready. 

Best wishes to you MrOwl. I come bearing gifts, a generous portion big enough to share with Viviana. May you achieve great heights. The Mollusk.

WalterWhite had known that it wouldn't be long before this happened. He had predicted it, and he was god damn right. 

His eyes scanned every person in the crowd, but he couldn't seem to find MrOwl in there. It took him several minutes before he saw MrOwl's recognizable plumage, and Walter ran towards him happily (you'd only see Walter this happy when he had sold twice as many batches in one day) and congratulated him.

"Congrats, Owl! It's awesome to see you back on your throne. I'm sure you'll do a great job!"

Walter walked off the streets again, hoping that this was just the beginning of a good day.

WELL YOU KNOW SOMETHING LITTLE DUDE I AM HAPPY TO SEE YOU SPREAD YOUR WINGS AMIGO! YOU ARE DARING TO DO WHAT NO OWL HAS DONE BEFORE BROTHER AND I THINK ALL THE HULK-A-MANIACS ARE IN AGREEMENT WITH ME DUDE WHEN I SAY WE ARE HAPPY FOR YOU MAN!

Hulkster flexes and watches as owl joins in and flexes with him. The two periodically flex together and awkwardly smile each other. Things weren't that weird until Hogan decided to rip another shirt off. Then he took his bandana he was wearing and then threw it around the flighty one. 

YEAH MAN NOW YOU ARE A REAL HULK-A-MANIAC BROTHER! WEAR THOSE COLORS WITH PRIDE AND GOOD LUCK OUT THERE IN THE MEAN STREETS OF NEW YORK BROTHER! 

The music begins to play and hogan begins to prance out of the gathered audience pointing at random passerby and those in attendance for the flighty one. Hogan got to the top of the hill when he looked down and the owl and pointed at him and he pointed back. A beautiful occasion. A wonderful moment. A time no two mobsters could rightfully forget. 

After a long flight to New York, all Karmen wanted to do was nap a bit longer, but she knew she had to get to the Bronx to congratulate her friend MrOwl. So, she hailed a taxi and told the driver to take her to the Hooters' Headquarters in Bronx. He nodded and they were on there way, and after a brief nap on her part, they had arrived.

She got out of the car and made her way up to the door. She had never actually been at someone else's HQ, so she wasn't sure if she should knock or not, but she knocked anyways. She was greeted by the lovely Viviana who led her to where MrOwl was perched. She looked at him for a minute before saying, "Wow, quite the place you have here. I heard a rumor that you took a restaurant from someone in order to make it your Headquarters. I laughed at first but then realized that sounded exactly like something you'd do. Anyways, I wanted to congratulate you, although I'm a bit late, on getting your own crew. I know you've worked hard for it and you deserve it. So, please accept this bottle of Whiskey, and this bow tie. Now that you're a crew leader, you need a bow tie. I hope your neck isn't overly large or it might not fit. Anyways, that's all I wanted to say. So.. I can see myself out. Good luck to you and Viviana here in The Bronx."

With a smile and a wave, she turned around to exit the HQ, and hailed another cab to take her back to the airport. She realized this was the shortest amount of time she had ever been in New York, and vowed to return very soon.

Jackie Flies to New York to congratulate MrOwl and show his love to his feathery friend. 

"I'm very sorry that I'm late to congratulate you MrOwl but I have been a little busy in Las Vegas for a few days, so I'm very sorry that I couldn't make it sooner. I want to give you this nice bottle of wine, and some cigars to celebrate. Once again Congratulations."

He gives a nod and a smile, and leaves.

You are so happy right now, and I am happy for you.