<em>Riley, President's Office, making her way downstairs</em><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Placing a kiss on her cheek before patting her backside to usher her to get up Chase eventually rose out of his seat. He was adorned in his cut, the proud colours of the Steel Cavalry worn over a simple black t-shirt that hugged his chest like a second skin. Simple blue jeans with clear evidence of wear and tear and a pair of heavy boots on his feet. Chase took a moment to fix his own hair before giving his Old Lady a wink before stepping outside and making his way downstairs. It would appear the crew was present. <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Regretfully, Riley hopped out of Chase's lap. It was just about her favorite place to be, so she hated to give up her seat. But, he had things to do, and so she let him go. She gave him a quick once over as he collected himself, and nodded to him.  With the zipping of his fly and the adjustment of his hair, he was good to go. She would take a bit more repair, so she let him head on downstairs while she collected herself. Her purse sat in a chair across the room, she went over to grab it. She pulled her makeup bag from within and set about fixing herself back up. She swiped on a fresh coat of lipstick, gave herself a spritz of perfume, and ran a brush through her blonde tresses. Chase had taken it easy on her, her hair wasn't as mussed as it sometimes was after they'd made love.<br/><br/>She stood up and straightened her clothing, which consisted of a short denim skirt , a snug fitting tanktop that hugged her curves deliciously. Once satisfied, she grabbed her bottle of beer and Chase's empty whiskey glass to take with her downstairs. She descended the steps and into the main bar area. She flashed a grin over to Ingrid, and slipped behind the bar to relieve her for the meeting. Ingrid was just as much an integral part of the club as any of the boys, and Riley was proud to call her a friend. "He should be in a fairly good mood, if I did my job correctly." she whispered into Ingrid's ear with a little giggle. She wasn't sure what Chase had in mind for the meeting, what issues he had to bring up. No doubt he'd give her the jist later, he usually didn't keep her in the dark about most things, however, there was quite a bit that he couldn't, wouldn't tell her. She understood that, and never tried to press the issue. She trusted that he would tell her things that she needed to know.<br/><br/>A bright grin was flashed to her brother, whom she was always happy to see. She'd catch up with him later for sure, unless Chase had other plans for the crew.