<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Almost done cleaning," she uttered to Riley, still a bit bummed that Crash hadn't found his way upstairs. It made her feel rejected though she knew that it was a stupid way to feel.  "Gotta get stuff put back and stuff but…" She got herself a Coke. "Yeah, how was your birthday, Spencer?" <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Take a break, Danica." Riley said, glancing over at the girl. "Its nothing that can't wait a few minutes, right? They'll probably be in the meeting for awhile, so there is no rush." she said. She smiled warmly at her. Riley liked to consider herself not a cruel taskmistress or anything. As Chase's Old Lady, a lot of the, for lack of a better term, leadership, of the sweetbutts fell to her. But she tried to be fair to the girls, as she could easily be in their position. She didn't want to treat them like slave labor either.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">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.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Hey there Crash." Riley greeted. "What can I get for ya? Beer?" she asked, straightening up a little bit, preparing to serve the young prospect up.