In the aftermath of the war, the terrible loss of MoeLester and his wholesome, family-friendly group of youth enthusiasts had hit The Strip hard. Disorder was left dismayed and had taken to being occasionally unreasonable with his long suffering Hand, Bunny. Taking another swig from the large tumbler on the desk, he ignored the whimpered sounds coming up from his lap and lifted a heavy fighter's hand once more. He slapped the beautiful flesh of her peach perfect ass once again. She cried out but he knew she loved it. He was growing concerned about how red her skin was getting though, so he stopped. Lifting her from across his lap he sat her up and looked her in the eye. His face a picture of concern, her's a portrait of disappointment.

'You used to have more in you than this.' The very pitch of her voice told a story of it's own.

"I just can't do it any more. You know, it was fun at first but its becoming a sickness with you. I know you love it but I'm not really that kind of guy. A little, sure but you just want to go on and on and on! Its not even as if we're a couple or romantically inclined. It was easier when Moe was here, that fucker would go all day..."

His thoughts trailed off again. Bunny looked at the large man once again. He was a fighter by nature, not a pervert or a pest, it wasn't fair to push him, its not as if he was getting anything out of it. Her big heart filled with compassion for the old bastard and she sat on his knee and put her arms around him. He looked into her young vibrant eyes and smiled.

"Its you. This time it has to be you. You've been everything I could ever ask of you here. Now I need you to fulfill your potential and take the mantle left by Moe's tragic death."

Her dancing eyes gave him all the response he needed. Sure of his decision, he unceremoniously dumped her off his knee and picked up the phone.

"Don? Yeah its me, I'm going to need a new lintel for the building next door."

***

The incredible stamina of the crowd outside had to be commended. Those fuckers just wouldn't quit. Disorder loved that. In tribute to their inhuman fortitude, he sent a few guards around with drinks, drugs, hookers and colourful Hawaiian paper necklaces for everyone. He got a local swing band in to play some of the latest rebellious music and the crowd lapped it up. By the time Disorder and Bunny stepped out onto the new building's steps, everyone was in a right state. Dancing and falling around with the greatest of merriment. Disorder waved at the band and they stopped playing, he strode out across the stage like the old champion he was and took the mic. Bunny walked out and stood beside him, he silken gown making her look far more respectable than she really was. The big man tapped the mic and spoke.

"The Moe is dead. Long live the Moe!"

The crowd joined in and raised a myriad of glasses and powders.

"Our business is unforgiving and impatient. As such we have need for space and our district must replace the homes that were lost yesterday. I'm very pleased to say that my long suffering hand can now rest and my Hand can step forward and take the reigns of her own family!"

He chuckled at his own joke. Bunny rolled her eyes. He saw the familiar look and went on.

"She will occupy this fine building next to mine and embark on leading her new family here in The Strip!"

There was rapturous applause. Disorder motioned to Don and his apprentice and they removed the veil from the lintel above the door. The new stone plaque revealed. 

spof

United

The Strip, LV

The crowd looked confused but the drugs and drink kept them clapping. Disorder waved a hand and spoke once more.

"Please join me in congratulating Bunny on her new venture and wish this wonderful woman all the best for the future here in Las Vegas!"

He stepped back from the mic and motioned for Bunny to say a few words

Bunny straightened her gown as she stepped up to the mic, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she remembered last night’s meeting.

“Disorder, I know you are heartbroken over the loss of Moe your one true companion and I know I will never fill his shoes. Although that is mainly because they are hideous brown leather shoes about twice the size of my feet. You lucky so and so, you know what they say about a guy with large feet right?”

Bunny laughed before continuing

“This is such a wonderful opportunity and I am really looking forward to working with everyone here in Las Vegas”

Bunny looked towards her shiny new building. She was excited to start unpacking her gowns and shoes in the massive new walk in wardrobe. She was thinking of organising them in colour order so they would look like a rainbow of sparkly happiness. Bunny looked out towards the crowd and spotted CharlesVane ginning back at her with two bottles of champagne in his hands.

"Ladies and gentlemen I have taken enough of your time, I say lets get back to celebrating"

She looked towards the band and gave a small nod

CharlesVane stood in the crowd of people that had encompassed the buildings and smiled. While the previous night had left him drained and tired he still found himself a bit lifted in spirit. He managed to push his way through the crowd and handed one of the bottles of champagne to Bunny and then turned to Disorder and handed him the second.

"Bunny. I don't know what to say. This is an honor that you deserve. You are someone that work hard for the city and for Disorder and I know that you will help Vegas florish even in its hardest times. Disorder.. you have held stead fast in keeping this city and those within it safe, you have cared for all of us and helped us through the good and bad times. For all of that and even more to come. Thank you." CharlesVane held up a flask and smiled to those in the crowd. "To Vegas and this world of ours." He took a long swig off the flask and then placed it back into his back pocket.

Slowly he walked into his new home, and already knowing the tasks ahead of dealing with the time consuming task of helping Bunny unpack and get organized he threw his bag on the floor and just enjoyed the moment.

LaReina had been toiling in the streets since the announcement of her dear amigo Toaly's recent nod to set up in her hermosa home city. As she was walking she heard more speaking, a distinct voice that perked her ears. It was the sound of her dearest cariña. She rushed over and tried to move to the front of the crowd. She listened and beamed with pride as she heard the jubiloso news. After Bunny had finished speaking, LaReina stepped up to her, embracing her with a granda smile.

"Felicidades, congratulations cariña! This is a muy wonderful dia. I'm muy happy for you hermosa."

Your bloodline is well known in these parts and I am excited to see the excitement and some of the fun things I know you can bring to this lovely city and I hope you do. A great chance for a great opportunity in a great city at a time that anything can be done if someone puts their mind to it and has a plan.

Raises a glass in the air

Congratulations

In celebration:

Hop. Hop. 
There are fresh carrots right behind that cop. 
Hop. Hop. 
Do dodge his black baton as it does chop. 
Hop. Hop. 
Escape with carrots like a film starlet. 
Hop. Hop. 
Around to the busy corner market. 
Hop. Hop. 
There, a man with something in his pocket. 
Hop. Hop. 
That's not a carrot at all or rocket. 
Hop. Hop. 
But definitely something small to wield. 
Hop. Hop. 
Just over and onto the grassy field. 
Hop. Hop. 
That is the spot to have the lovely meal. 
Hop. Hop. 
And this is what a bunny does to steal. 
Hop. Hop. 

A young racoon comes out of his hiding and watches all the people who gathered to celebrate this remarkable day.

He smiles as he waves at the rabbits from North Chicago and the other people he got to know so far.

His father, an old cowboy who died due to his own inability to stay sober told him that change can happen quickly in this world and death can come sudden and unexpected, but he wouldn't belive it until now. He would sure pay better attention than his old man, and make sure not to make the same mistake and stay away from the whiskey bottle.

Congratulations Bunny!

*claps with his small paws*

She hustles and bustles around The Agency headquarters getting a gift basket together for Bunny. She had forgotten to do so before the celebration the other night. Gathering different samples of her special baking, some teas, reading material, and a vial of Daria's virgin tears she smiles as she ties a big purple bow to the top of the basket. The aroma of fresh baked goods filled her office as she filled out a card to attach to the basket now sitting on her desk in front of her.

Dearest Bunny, 

With the rushed circumstances of your auth, I was unable to bring this to you as an HQ warming gift until now. I do hope that you and yours enjoy the treats included. Use the vial of Daria's virgin tears sparingly. They are rumoured to bring with them the gift of eternal youth. I doubt this is true, but it was fun making him cry. 

I wish you and your family a long and profitable life and look forward to working closely with you in the future. 

With Respects and Bacon,

Lillith

Tucking the card into an envelope she stands up and puts the finishing touches on the basekt before sending it with one of her most trusted security attendants.