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something. Eyes wild and unfocused as she stumbles around the on the bar top. Crazy ass whore. Gin's sitting in a chair getting head from a naked bitch. Another girl setting next to him letting him play with her tits. Apparently they're enjoying themselves from all the annoying ass giggles coming from the girls. Poor Peaches don't deserve this shit, but who am I to say. “Aye man. What the fuck wrong with ya?” Happy drawls, lumbering up next to me. Plopping his ass on a stool next to me. What's wrong with me? My fucking mind, that's what's wrong with me. Lil's in there fucking shit up. Driving me crazy. “Nothin' man.” I try to brush him off, but no such luck. He looks like he wants to argue that. Inquisitive ass dude. “Not happy with the whore on the bar?” he asks eying Sarah or Jill, whatever the fuck her name is. Running his eyes up and down her body, looking like he likes what he sees. Girl sucks some mean dick, but she should since she spends half of her day on her knees. Other than that my dick isn't going anywhere near that pussy. Pretty sure I stick that shit in there it's coming back with all kinds of baggage and I'm not just talking about kids. Shuddering a little I smack her leg. “Get off the bar bitch.” Giggling she leaps into my lap. Tits right in my face. Fucking hell, that was not an invitation. “Get the fuck off me.” Pushing her off me and into Happy's lap she looks thrilled. He'll show her a good time. Sick motherfucker. “Ya sure brotha?” he asks me. Like I give a shit. Sharing women isn’t nothing new. We all know how to play well together. We share our fucking toys. Nodding, he grabs the girl dragging her to his room. “Hey baby. How you doin'?” Twinks sashays her way over to me another bottle in her hand. Low's permanent bitch. She isn’t his old Lady, but she takes care of him and he in turn takes care of her. She’s got a room in the club for her. She's easy pussy. She cooks and cleans for him, but that's about it. “Yeah. I'm good Twinks. How you doin'?” She shrugs looking unsure. Here it comes. Bitches and their emotions. “Eh, so so. Low's girl is back in town. Ain't no room for me when she's around. He can get pussy anywhere, but she's here to take care of him.” Her voice thick, eyes watery. I'm not good with this shit. “Ah, I'm sure shit will be cool.” But even I sound unsure about that. That girl's rocked up in here and I know shit's about to change. We can all feel it. It's in the air.
                Pulling my bike into the club lot I can see parties in full swing already. Party got pushed back a few days due to a few issues, but now it's time to get wild. Dusk's in the sky when I get in. The sky painted in reds and blues. Rain finally let up. Bikes from a few local groups line the parking lot. Brothers from other chapters visiting. A welcome home party for Lil, not that we need a fucking reason to party. Guys from other clubs came to see her, along with drink our booze. There’s got to be at least a hundred and fifty bikes here, along with twenty or so trucks. The lots overflowing with bikes and trucks spilling onto the sides of the road. Loud music and voices echoing in from the back. Quick security run took a while longer than expected. Stitch and I are the last to the party. Walking into the back of the club the place is crammed full of people. People milling around the club house, people in the shop, most are in the yard. Everyone is happy and having a good time. Red Solo cups in hand, smoke in the air. Busting out at the seams the place is over flowing with bikers. Walking into the back yard there are people everywhere. Fire pits blazing. Burgers and dogs on the grill. Ice chest over flowing with drinks. Food table crowded with different colored Tupperware containers. Hugs and greetings are passed around as I make my way into the party. Haven't seen the girl of the hour, but she's around here somewhere. I'm bullshittin' with Gin, Leo, and