<em>Ghost with Spencer, Danica, Crash, Ingrid, and Leo at the bar</em><br/><br/>Ghost took a long pull on the bottle that Crash put down on the bar nearly draining it completely before setting it down with a loud clunk. “Damn, I needed that, been a long hot day, thanks Crash. Now I don’t feel so much like an alligator stranded on the highway.” Picking up the bottle, he quickly finished it and pushed the empty across  the bar wondering where the next one was coming from.<br/><br/>“Yeah, voting, right,” he smiled at Ingrid. “ I think Spencer here has pulled a few things, but none of them were attached to a voting machine.” Ghost pulled her tighter to him. “Drink up darlin.”<br/><br/>Crash’s eyes moved to Danica as she tromped down the stairs into the bar. The woman was built like a brick shithouse, so they say, and her tits were bouncing with each step she took.. “Danica, how’s it goin’,” he shouted. I swear you and Spencer could crush a man to death with those chests if he ever got between you. Come to think of it, that might be a hell of a way to go. Maybe we should try it sometime.”<br/><br/>Crash replenished Ghost’s beer and he took another long swig as Crash moved to his seat. Ghost liked him, but couldn’t be too nice to the prospect. He would be glad when the kid became a member. The prospect had had some tough breaks and deserved to be part of this family<br/>