<em>Ingrid with Ghost, leaving the room</em><br/><br/>Drake knew better... knew better than to do that. It wasn't a pep rally, it was a meeting... Part of her was glad that he stood up for her but the humiliation wasn't really letting her feel too happy.  She was glad because it showed that he cared.  Her eyes went on him pleading with him not to open his mouth again, he would get into trouble.<br/><br/>Exactly why she didn't need someone to stand up for her - it would look like she wasn't able to handle her own stuff.  Growling when he gave her the icy look, Ingrid rose to her feet, moving toward him and on his heels as he left the room. That look made this so not over.<br/><br/>"I was a member before I was his old lady, but you're right, he shouldn't stand up for me like that.  However, Leo is my brother too, and if I give him hell, maybe you should let<em>him</em>speak up for himself, unless you think that he isn't capable."  She had a stern point; why was it okay for Ghost to stand up for someone and not Drake. Well there was the phrasing that shouldn't have been used.<br/><br/>"I know you don't like me. You're an Old Timer," the comment had nothing to do with his age, but rather the length of time he'd been riding. "You're stuck in your ways. I know you didn't want me in here. I ain't stupid.  I don't expect you to cut me slack."  None of her words were loud, none of them were vicious.<br/><br/>Her eyes stayed on him as she moved toward the soda fountain. "But. I do expect those we go into business with to be treated with respect. They're not our sweet butts. They're not to be treated like it. What if it was your daughter, or sister. Or your mom who was working in that industry?"  She looked at him, wondering what his answer was, slowly drinking her soda.  It was his choice to answer her.