omg thank you for the peer review! now i need to share tags from @thecookiemonster77 and @thewholedamnboulangerie respectively about post-canon Porsche and Vegas bc y'all are making me THINK THOUGHTS
(via thewholedamnboulangerie)
So I’m thinking… Porsche has been the head of the minor family for a few months now. He doesn’t love it. He’s also not very good at it. Sure, his employees love him, but he’s never been one for strategy or subterfuge and sitting in meetings with rich people he hates is probably one of his least favorite things ever, which is saying something.
Somehow he and Vegas cross paths unexpectedly at a corner store or something — somewhere well removed from the usual mafia haunts. Vegas’s first instinct is to be seethingly jealous. That’s his ring. That should have been his title.
To rub salt into the wound, Porsche has no filter and actually has the audacity to complain about being head of the minor family to Vegas’s face. “I just had a four hour meeting with a crooked cop who was trying to convince me to double his bribe money, and THEN i had to deal with a fence who was trying to outsource his job to goddamn preteens—”
And then suddenly while Vegas is listening to all this, a weird thing happens. Maybe it’s just Porsche’s magnetic honesty at play but Vegas remembers that actually, Porsche is right. All of that shit did suck ass, and Vegas never actually liked doing any of it. Sure, the power and control was a pretty fucking big rush, but the actual day to day was excruciating.
His misplaced jealousy vanishes. He realizes that he does not want his role in the minor family back — not at all. It’s not the first time he’s thought this but it is the first time he’s truly felt it. He is a lot happier living a relatively quiet life with Pete.
“Yeah, that guy was terrible. I should have shot him ages ago,” Vegas agrees.
And from there on out this impromptu meeting turns into the biggest bitch session of all time. Vegas commiserates with Porsche about all the awful ins and outs of being the head of the minor family. “Yeah, the whole complex is a maze, I lived there my whole life and I still got lost.” / “It’s so goddamn dark in all those meeting rooms, I swear to god I feel like a mole person.” / “Pretty sure my dad designed the complex that way intentionally so he would seem darker and more intimidating.”
And basically yeah, everything in the above tags happens and suddenly Vegas and Porsche are??? friends??? They hang out regularly much to Kinn’s chagrin and Vegas’s both petty and genuine delight. Porsche gets to vent and also snag some insider tips about managing the minor family’s responsibilities. It’s a win-win. Chaotic unlikely besties ♥
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