Riley - Behind the bar<br/><br/>While the club members slowly trickled into the meeting room, Riley busied herself behind the bar. There was no one to serve, so this was the perfect time to take inventory, restock what needed restocking, and get some cleaning done. She started as she normally did, with the coolers behind the bar that held ice and the bottled beers. They tried to keep a variety of beers in stock, taking in account the varied tastes of the club members. She'd found though that most of the time, so long as it was cold, they would drink just about anything, no matter the brand or style.<br/><br/>Danica caught her attention with her question about puddles, and Riley couldn't hide a grin. "No puddles to worry about Danica, I promise." she replied. "I'll take care of Chase's office though, so don't worry about it." she said. She usually handled the cleaning of Chase's office, she knew how he liked things, and for her, it was just part of taking care of him. And nothing made her happier than taking care of her Scot. Now, she wasn't stupid, she knew he wasn't perfect. She knew that he sometimes indulged, with the sweetbutts or other ladies. And she had learned that she was okay with it, so long as her face wasn't rubbed in it. Don't ask, don't tell. For her, at the end of the day, all that mattered was that he came home to her, and he always did. What they had was more than physical, and she drew strength from that.<br/><br/>She glanced over at Spencer, and then back toward the steps where Danica had been. She liked these girls, in fact, she felt a bit protective of them. They were good girls, and she sometimes felt like a mama bear when it came to them, even though they weren't that much younger than she was. She hoped to ultimately see them settle down with one of boys, and have some stability. Bless their hearts.