<em>Josh "Ghost" arrives at the bar</em><br/><br/><br/>Josh pulled into the parking lot at the club and noticed a few bikes out front. He switched off the key, toggled off the gas valve, and dropped the kickstand. He had finished building his bike about two years ago after he had wrecked the last one. A car ran through a light and hit him square. When the paramedics arrived he was briefly pronounced dead on the scene, hence his nickname Ghost. He still never wore a helmet and pulled the bandana off his head, sticking it in his pocket.<br/><br/>As he entered the bar he quickly looked around for any unfamiliar faces. He didn’t worry about his brothers, but was leery of strangers hanging around the bar. Three Dog Night was playing , must have been Ingrid’s doing , he thought, recognizing one of her favorite tunes. He strolled to the juke box and plugged in 168, the Stones, Paint it Black. Kind of dark and he was in the mood to match. It had been a long day and he was hot and tired.<br/><br/>Ingrid was dancing around and working behind the bar as he walked up and Josh threw her a wave and moved over to where he saw Crash. “Hey prospect, how about getting me a beer.” He yelled as he approached the bar. Being a prospect was hell, they had all been through it and Crash was almost done.<br/><br/>“Hey babe,” he said to Spencer, admiring the long haired blonde, “I hear you are legal age now, at least for drinking, you’ve been legal for everything else for a while.” He slid his tattooed arm around her, resting his palm under her breast. “How about I buy you a birthday drink.”<br/>