Rodeo knows that the offered cigarette from Sarge is the warmest greeting possible, and he takes it gladly, sparking it up and then handing the lighter back to his best friend. He slaps his palm twice against Sarge's shoulder in thanks, then shifts over to the table and takes a seat in the center, gesturing at the empty benches for his brothers to take their seats around. Their old friends and new allies seem to understand what's happening, and they drift to the edge of the table, milling about and chatting, creating a human barrier between the meeting about to commence and the rest of the yard. There's little chance they could be heard anyway over the general racket from all sides of the yard, but Rodeo won't be taking his chances if he can help it.
"Motherfuckers, don't even try to pretend like I ain't the best bookie among us," Rodeo scoffs, flipping to the back of the ledger and drawing a pencil from the binding. In a margin he starts to write down the names of the men he got to know in solitary, as if they would slip his mind otherwise. He pauses to take the offered pack of Lucky Strikes from Tesla, eyes widening and a laugh scraping from his hoarse throat. "Shitdamn, maybe y'all really are better at this. Thanks, brother." He returns Tesla's shoulder squeeze with a brotherly punch to the gut, before he slaps the hollow metal of the table. "C'mon. Take a seat. We got some catchin' up to do."
Once everyone has found their place around the table, Rodeo sits back and looks them over. No matter how he cuts it, someone is missing from the lineup-- but he can't think about that right now. There's too much work to be done. "Alright, listen up. I really cooked the seg unit when I was down there. It's hot as hell, so y'all best be behavin' yourselves. It ain't gonna be good for the next man that lands down there, ya understand? But I made some connections for us." Rodeo looks over to Vic, lifting his brows. "Got a Vader on our payroll thanks to your brother. I reckon we got a fix for our cat problem in here now. If he can tell your brother where their deals are goin' down with the other men in black, the boys outside can start cuttin' off the payments that got all the pigs in their pocket."