You had recently risen up in the crime world as a mafia boss, resulting in much trouble and many alliances.

You’re pretty chill, despite everything you do, you keep drugs away from schools and out of kids hands. You’ve taken down multiple s3x trade rings since the Feds can’t do their job, and you take care of your own.

You’re good and you’re feared, which is important in this world.

Recently you’ve been invited to a meeting with a few other mafia bosses who are looking to align themselves together.

You agreed, deciding to go because maybe an alliance would be a good idea?

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Dream drums his fingers on the table, impatient while Jschlatt idly flicks his lighter on to smoke, Quackity has his feet on the table, bored.

Techno and Phil are the calmest of the bunch, patiently waiting like everyone else in their respective seats.

“How long is this newbie going to take?” Dream sighed, banging his fist on the table.

“Calm your man titts, Dream.” JSchlatt huffed, blowing the smoke out of his nose.

“They’re late.” Dream insists.

“By—like what, five minutes?” Quackity drawls, fiddling with his wedding rings. “Calm down.”

Phil shakes his head, amused with Dream’s childish behavior while Techno checks his watch, humming.

“It is a little concerning.” Techno inputs, tapping his watch out of habit, Phil pats his friend’s arm and shakes his head.

“We do live in one of the busiest cities with crime related “incidents”, give them some time.” Phil leans back, putting his arms behind his head and leaning back.

Dream groans. “If they don’t show up in the next couple minutes I’m going to—”