<em>Crash at the bar</em><br/><br/>He glanced towards the meeting room.  Crash wanted to be there, he wanted to be a member.  He knew his time would come but it was still far off.  Only time hurrying up would help him get over the hump.  The brothers were like his recon unit, tight.  They were close with one another.  He felt home here.  This was his home now.  There was no one left in his old life, no family.   With the club, Crash had a family....all be it dysfunctional in a way but whose family wasn't.<br/><br/>Slowly his beer was sipped away as the members piled out.  As the members came into the main bar area, Crash turned to look.  It was a respect thing and also to see if anyone need the prospect for something.  So he watched and waited.  I guess another time he thought.  He had a sense of belonging when they asked him to things for the club even if it was typical hazing crap.  It just showed the club that he could handle himself even if it meant shoveling shit....thank goodness they didn't have horses.<br/><br/>He looked to Danica and was about to see if she heard what he said about the room.  Crash opened his mouth to speed but saw the look on her face when she say Leo, another reason to be a member.  On the pecking order it went president, vp, everyone else then prospects.  He knew his place just like he knew his place in the marines.  One has to start on the bottom and crawl through the shit to be on top.  He'd catch on on the way back from her date.  It didn't bother him.  She had her place in the club and Crash had his.  He got up from his seat and around the bar.  His empty was thrown away.  With fresh beers in hand, "Anyone?" He looked to the others.