<em>Crash back at the bar</em><br/><br/>Crash was admiring the history of the club that hung on the wall in the meeting room.  He was lost in his thoughts as the members began to enter.  Reality was brought forward by Ingrid's voice.  With a nod to the members, Crash left the room behind.<br/><br/>He made his way back to the bar.  What he wouldn't do to be in the meeting.  This was his life now.  This was his family.  His heart, mind, and spirit wanted to be member.<br/><br/>Crash made his way through the bar.  His destination was the can.  It was a long ride either and a few beers at the bar was playing havoc.  He was indeed of a piss and didn't notice who was at the bar still.<br/><br/>With relief at hand, Crash zipped up and head back to the bar.  The ladies at the bar were the added bonus of being with the club.  They are were smoking hot.  Crash sat at the bar.  In typical manner, he sat quietly at the bar.  His eyes landed on Danica; a small hint of a smile presented itself to her.