<div align="center"><em>Wyatt outside the clubhouse with Kelly</em></div><hr/><br/><br/><strong>"How's that saying go? Easier to catch flies with honey instead of Vinegar?"</strong>He replied with a subtle smile before knocking back a swig of his ice cold coke before letting it hand at his side. Wyatt looked at Kelly and nodded at her to move off to the side since she wanted to talk. Inside was bad with the club house filling up and in front of the door meant people would either be leaving or arriving to check out the new clubhouse. He had to admit he liked it, even if working out of the strip club made it so much easier to chase the girls.<br/><br/>Kelly was the sister of a man he considered a brother both in the club and in the marines, he would always have time for her. The times he worked out of her shop was to keep an eye on her, something he swore he would do for Michael. Glancing down at his ensemble he shrugged his shoulders and chuckled.<strong> "Dress code for the poker tournaments what can I say? I think I look rather snazzy in it, when I place top three I am going to be picking up something at those expensive forum shops." </strong>He added as the moved into place. Wyatt would go from overalls, to jeans to shorts in one day if he wanted to. Most of the time he was in sweats from working out at Gabriel's gym so when he dressed, he did it to impress. Very few of the veteran players on the poker and pool circuit actually knew that Wyatt was the VP of a 1% club, no one had to know that about him.<br/><br/><strong>"What's up?"</strong><br/>He finally asked, leaning on the wooden railing and turning his full attention on her.