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Victor nods. "There are a lot of things left to tend to." he says slowly. "As for you two, stop nipping at each other. It's driving me nuts." He sighs and looks over the group. "The question remains standing. We need a leader, since Bear is gone." His icy blue eyes glance over them.

(I can do it, since he was the right hand… But I dunno if that's okay with anyone else.)

(yeah that'll be good! so, it'll take a while to naturally get to that, but im good with it being you! so we can just guide it towards that)

(Alright. I can do that)

"Hm, practicality indeed. I'm sure that was the first thing you thought of once you heard of the news, wasn't it? Who'd be in charge, if it'd be you" Davie says nonchalantly, taking a small sip from his cup.

Victor glances at Davie. "What are you suggesting." He says slowly. Victor was indeed qualified to be leader, since he was the right hand. But he was also still grieving. He knew he needed to get past it, but Bear was his friend, a brother in his eyes.

"I don't think we should choose a leader just yet." Chris muttered, a slight chuckle finished their sentence. Their voice was soft, like a beautiful melody, but ice laced their words. Finally they sauntered from the shadows, swaying their hips. "After all, what if the new leader turned out to be the one who killed The Bear?"

“Oh, I have no opinion either way. I just hope all of our efforts don’t go to waste just because of one dead man,” Shane says. He puts his glass down on a table harshly, a few drops of amber liquid splashing across the dark wood. “And you make a good point as well. We have no way of knowing the traitor’s true identity.”

Davie raises his eyebrows ever so slightly, "I'm just simply stating, we know what we are, we've been around death, seen it as an opportunity for ages now. I'm not accusing, just stating." he says slowly, in his usual calm voice he uses for 'customers'.

Davie looks over at Chris, his eyes scanning over them, he nods,"Exactly what I'm trying to say"

He sighed. "As for now, I'll take care of the business. Bear showed me how to run things. Until we handle a new leader and find one that isn't a possible killer of Bear." He sighed. "But for now it should be a council work." He glanced around the room. "Shane. Let's try and keep a cool temper, yes? I understand the situation isn't at it's finest but we need to work as a team." He says coldly.

“I understand very well, don’t you worry your pretty little head,” Shane replies. “All tasks on my front will proceed as normal. No changes required.”

Chris, with their arms still crossed, cocked their hip and raised a covered eyebrow. "Council work? You must realise that isn't going to work as well as you hope." With everyone's differences, and the way they all feel about The Bear's death, everyone was going to be suspicious of everyone. Chris lowered their hood to allow their wavy hair to flow, and narrowed their mascara'd eyes. Still, they kept their mouth covered. "I for one do not agree with working as a team, so don't expect me to be happy about it. I'll do it, only for Bear."

"So who all will be on this council? We don't even know each other, let alone trust each other to make decisions." Tam plopped down on a nearby armchair. "No offense, but none of us are great team players. I doubt we'll be able to keep the family afloat, especially while we know there's a mole in our ranks."

Davie frowns, a familiar expression for him, "If the mole isn't found out now, they'll slowly tear us apart, until we're no more" He says solemnly. "Especially if we're working as a team"

"A nice sentiment, Davie, but I doubt we'll be able to avoid being torn apart either way." Tam ran a hand through his hair, smoothing down the normally immaculate curls. "We're all used to running our parts of the business and shutting up about it, we'll never be the man The Bear was if we stick to that mindset. We need to be able to trust each other."

Chris moved to sit on the arm of the chair that Tam was sat in, a visible grin appearing underneath the mask. They crossed one leg over the other and leaned forward a little. "Tammy here is right, we don't know each other. So why don't we spend the next couple of days getting to know one another while we try and get our work done. Never know, we might find who was responsible for killing The Bear." Chris wasn't at all pleased with working together with these people, but it could be just the excitement they needed in their life.

Davie slowly finishes off his drink, "Just playing Devil's advocate" he drawls, "Hopefully that won't happen. Well, I'm normally the people person, so who wants to get to know me, huh?" He asks, pouring more drink, "Maybe we can have some fun along the way" He winks, before flashing a smile. A very sudden change in mood from before.

Tam snorted, taking another long sip of his drink. "Tell us about your life, Davie darling. What made you wanna join the family? Money? Power?" He finished his drink. "All the booze you could ever want?"

“Good question. Why are you here, Davie?” Shane asks politely.

"Hm" he mulls over the question for a moment, "Well, Doll, I needed a way out of where I was before, Bear found me, got me out' He smiles, one unlike the one before, more sincere, "Took a bit of convincing, but I'm here now" he pauses, "The booze is a close second"

"What about you guys, how'd you get here?"

“Well, being a part of the mob is preferable to homelessness. After I got kicked out of college for drug-dealing, I had nowhere else to go.”

"You know I'm considering taking you up on that offer, Davie." Chris's eyes sparkled dangerously as they shifted suddenly to move behind Davie. They had heard stories of Davie's wicked ways and had put it on their bucket list. Of course, Chris never found the chance to ask him. Their head tilted a little as they mulled over the question. Why was Chris there? Though the memory of the day The Bear called them stuck in their mind, Chris would need a little persuasion to talk about it. "I'll share my story, for the right price."

"Greedy," Tam chided, slapping them teasingly on the thigh. "We're supposed to be getting to know each other, no strings attached. Anyways, here's mine: Ma needed money, Pops wanted drugs, and I was the only one willing to put in the work." Tam shrugged, leaning over Chris' lap to grab the whiskey and refill his glass. "Course I managed to meet Bear along the way, and he took care of me 'til he…" His throat closed up and Tam had to blink to keep the tears out of his eyes. "Til he passed away."