<div align="center"><em>Wyatt heading into the meeting with the members </em></div><br/><strong>"You don't know first hand, but I always cum last."</strong>Wyatt joked, accidentally making eye contact with Kelly and Christina as he said it but guffawed at his own joke as he walked towards the room they had church in.<strong> "Kelly, don't go anywhere, I know you have a tendency to disappear when no one is looking. Christina, she's been working hard she needs a break, help her relax yea?" </strong><br/><br/>Wyatt moved to his seat at the opposite end of Gabriel, his drink in his hand. He was not about to leave a mark on the new table he had whistled at when he saw it fully.<strong>"Nice fucking table, feels like I just visited the old man's CB"</strong>He commented, comparing the meeting room to the Father club. The nick name was not meant to offend, it was more an honorific not that he would call any of the higher ups from the father club an "old man".<br/><br/>Once in his seat he silenced himself and waited for Gabriel to begin the meeting.