<em>Chase, calling the meeting</em><br/><br/>Eventually the gavel went down. It wasn't the most....fluid meeting they had ever had and there was some dramatics and stupid idea's he could have done without but at least there was progress and people had a pretty good idea. At least more positive had come up then negative. Regardless Chase called the meeting and dismissed the lot. What they did now was up to them. Head outside and have a drink or take off for a while, Chase knew what he was doing.<br/><br/>Rising from they're very own little round table the President made his way out of the meeting room and into the main little area for congregating. "Would someone be so kind as to fetch me a wee drink there?" it was phrased as a question, but when the President of the Club "asked a question" like that, it wasn't really a question. "An' what do we 'ave here? Is wee Nephi paying us a visit?" asked the brown haired biker with a slight curl of his lips, taking note they had a guest. The Nomad.