We're Just Motorcycle Aficionados.
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				Title: <strong>We're Just Motorcycle Aficionados.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 01:28:34</strong>
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				<em>It had taken a little over two years, but finally The Ministers of Death: Motorcycle Club had a base of operations. A lot of money, time and renovations went into the former dive bar known as The Bronze. In its place now as a fully stocked clubhouse. It'd function as a private bar of sorts, income did need to be pulled in and the members of the club did have expenses that needed to be fufilled out of just the operating expenses of this establishment. The most expensive thing however had been acquiring a liquor license. Those were quite expensive. Still it was a place that could be considered a home away from home, and it'd make operations run a lot more smoothly than meeting out of the Strip Club they had a fair stake in.</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://www.banderasnews.com/0806/images/route200.jpg)<br><br>The club's president Gabriel was currently entertaining a few guests, the President &amp; Vice President of what could be considered the MC's father club. The President of that club was an older caucasian man by the name of Flint and his Vice President was also older, African American however and his handle was Cage. Cage glanced around for a minute and tipped a beer back before saying <strong>"I've gotta hand it to you Jr. This isn't a bad little spot. You boys managed to get it up and running quickly. I never would have fixed you guys for running this tight a ship, but I guess it's in your blood, huh?"</strong> Gabriel smirked lightly at the comment, having been raised in this lifestyle. Hell, if his old man hadn't gone to prison? He likely would have been president...That'd make for a totally different conversation as he hated the Scumfuck. Still the man's clout and having raised Gabriel up with these guys? It did have its benefits. If there was anything his dad had taught him? It was how to ride, how to shoot, how to run a tight ship and all manner of shit that wouldn't serve him in any other way of life. The Marines had managed to broaden those skills and improve certain ones. Like him however, the men that were currently visiting? They served as well, that was how the father MC came to be. The Ministers of Death? Although started by former Marines, wasn't only for Marines. It always did help to have the connection however.<br><br><strong>"Well...All of this wouldn't have been possible without your friendship or your help in getting us started Flint. Cage. I just want to let you guys know we won't forget this, you've been a godsend and...considering your very generous offer to go in with you on the arms trade? I'll have to run it by my crew but we've been looking to pull in a larger purse."</strong> Flint was puffing on a cigar, and he nodded and responded with <strong>"Yeah? Well pussy, is always nice. There is always going to be a demand for it, but short of being Larry Flynt? You are going to need more. Mind you, you've all got a decent little operation going. We definitely appreciate the party you threw us. That was top notch, some smoking hot broads there. As far as the gun deal? Cage, fill him in."</strong> <br><br>He looked towards his VP, and Cage nodded before taking another swig of the brew and switching to a more business-like tone he said <strong>"If this goes by with your guys? We'll start you on a small run. All handguns, figure you sell them to the local bangers? That sort of thing. You take care of that whole order? We can start talking bigger guns. We've got Ak's, M-16's and that is the tip of the iceberg. We know some guys...But you're bringing yourself under heavier radar with this deal. We've got ATF snooping around our asses from time to time...So just make sure this is what you want, young blood."</strong><br><br>Gabriel nodded and licked his lips for a moment as the two men got to their feet, <strong>"I copy. Like I said, I'll put it to a vote. Anyway, I'll be seeing you guys soon. Ride safe and again, thank you for everything."</strong> Giving both of them hugs and pats on the back before walking them to their bikes which were parked outside. Gabriel had sent out texts earlier, letting everyone who was involved know that the clubhouse was now up and running and everything had been finalized. They were free to partake, but he also wanted a meeting later on that day with the members and prospects to talk business.
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				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 18:13:43</strong>
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				Christina brought her Ducati to a standstill in front of the Bronze. She had been here many times over the past few months, checking the progress of the reconstruction and decoration and now she was here to see the grand opening. Gabriel had told her to stop by whenever she felt like it, and she had decided to show up early. It was hit club and his club house, but she still felt she needed to play hostess herself, even though most of the patrons just viewed her as the boss’ bitch. She nodded her hello to the doorman and walked into the place. Gabriel had managed to give the place an oldschool feel even though most of the stuff was new. <br><br>She frowned when she saw Gabriel in the company of a pair of men. She didn’t stick her nose in her man’s affairs, but she knew enough about what he was involved in to realize that she didn’t like the sight of them. She had seen them around before. She observed the scene from a distance until Gabriel finally said his goodbye to his guests and guided them out the door to their bikes. When he returned back inside, Christina was waiting by the counter. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the mouth. She was wearing a white sleeveless top and skin-tight dark denim pants with matching boots. She hand flung her leather jacket over the counter surface. <strong>“Hey baby, what does a girl have to do around here to get a beer?”&nbsp; </strong><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 18:21:22</strong>
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				When Gabriel entered the bar once more, he made his way over to Christina and slid an arm around her lower back as she kissed him. Returning it in kind, his lips moved in perfect unison with her own and they lingered for a moment before pulling back. <strong>"A beer? What do you want?"</strong> He asked lightly while his free hand moved up to cradle the side of her face lightly. Currently he was wearing a pair of black jeans, boots, and a t-shirt that fit snugly over his upper body along with his club's cut which was mostly black with red being the off color. <br><br>They'd been dating for a little while now. She had at least taken to the concept of being an old lady in regards to the club fairly well even if she didn't always agree with everything they did. He knew this new deal? If it went through? Meant that she'd possibly be fairly hard to deal with, so he decided to just put it out there. <strong>"I'm going to put it to a vote...When the guys get here? However I'm considering a new deal, we run guns? We make a good amount of green, baby...Are you ok, with that?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>kobrakid92</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 20:53:53</strong>
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				Ryan was working on the transmission of a Harley Davidson Chopper Fatboy when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He glanced at his pocket then went back to work on the bike, letting the sounds of power tools and engines revving fill his ears. Once he was done he got up and stepped away from the bike and walked over to a nearby work bench. He pulled out a slip of paper and a pen and filled out a few information boxes and signed it before taking it back up to the front desk. He handed it to the man at the register then looked over to the owner of the bike, a middle aged man with blonde hair. <strong>"Good as new."</strong> said Ryan before turning and going back into the shop. He took the brief intermission to pull out his phone to see he had gotten a text from Gabriel, the president of a bike gang he was a member of, saying that the clubhouse was up and running. He would pay a visit once his shift ended in an hour.<br><br>He quickly pocketed his phone and glanced over at Tina. He knew that she knew how to work on bikes but somehow ended up asking their boss, John Meyer of Meyer's bike shop, or himself for help from time to time. Though she could be annoying to him at times he didn't mind giving her a hand when she needed it. <em>Maybe she won't need help this time.</em> he thought to himself. He walked over to a Harley Iron 883 that had been brought into the shop. He grabbed the slip of paper that was left on the seat, reading it he saw that it only needed an oil change. He knew this bike model inside and out since he owned one so this would be a quick job. He pocketed the slip and quickly got to work, the whole procedure taking twenty minutes at the most. He filled the slip out and took it up to the front desk then went to John's office, knocking on the door before entering.<br><br>He figured he'd take his lunch break and kill off most of the rest of his shift. <strong>"Hey John I'm going for lunch. I'll be back to finish my shift and help lock up."</strong> he said leaning into John's office. John waved him off, giving him the ok, and Ryan leaned back out and walked to the locker room so he could change out of his blue work jumpsuit and back into his normal clothes. Since it was Sunday the shop closed earlier than usual. Once in the locker room he walked over to his locker and unzipped his jumpsuit and removed it, leaving him standing wearing a white t-shirt and his boxers. He opened his locker and pulled out his blue jeans, biker boots, and his patch jacket. He put his jumpsuit and work shoes into the locker and shut it then changed into his normal attire. Once changed he walked over to a sink and washed his hands and splashed some cold water on his face. He observed his face in the mirror, seeing that he needed to shave sometime in the near future. He moved to a nearby bench and sat down and breathed. He had a half hour for lunch and he knew a place to eat that was within walking distance from the shop. He went back to his locker and got his phone from his jumpsuit and sent Gabriel a text saying that he'd stop by after he got off work.
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				Post by: <strong>Jukebox Baby</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 03:29:14</strong>
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				Grease stained Tina’s faced and hands as she finished the latest oil change. John advertised the oil changes at below cost, which brought in the business. It was Tina’s job to figure out what the bike really needed in terms of repairs and then with the help of John or Ryan or another mechanic, convince the customer to order the needed repairs. Yeah, they were upselling the customer, but John was honest and if they said it needed to be done, then it did need to be done. And why not let them the credit for the repair? The profit on the repair side of the business was lower than with custom jobs, but the business was steadier. Slowly, John and Ryan were teaching her the more complex repairs and she was so very slowly moving up in terms of what they trusted her to do.<br><br>When she saw Ryan heading out to lunch, Tina put down her own tool and sang out to John. “Heading to lunch too.” Her boss was cool and didn't mind covering while his crew went out to lunch. Quickly, she ran after the handsome mechanic. “Can I tag along,” she asked eagerly? She reached out with one small hand and took his. She wouldn't call her feeling toward Ryan a crush. But he did make her feel deliciously warm inside. She tried not to take his friendship for granted. “John’s going to let me do the cylinder and rings in that Kawasaki the fat guy brought in last night. Fucking sweet yeah!”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>kobrakid92</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 04:02:30</strong>
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				Ryan looked over at Tina as she caught up with him and smiled as she took his hand. <strong>"Yeah no problem."</strong> To anyone that didn't know the two of them, they would appear as if they were dating but they weren't. They were more or less friends with really good benefits. <strong>"Really? They both must really trust you with that bike."</strong> he said in a teasing manner. He knew that she was capable of doing it but he liked giving her a hard time for asking him or John for help a lot.<br><br>There was a Sonic down the street where he always got a slushy or something since he didn't need a full stomach to function. Once they would get to Sonic he would sit down outside and order from the intercom by the table and decided to be nice and pay should she want anything. Once he finished ordering he looked over at her. <strong>"If you're not doing anything later would you want to come over tonight?"</strong> he asked casually. He knew that she would know exactly what he was asking.
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				Post by: <strong>Jukebox Baby</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 04:21:23</strong>
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				Tina gave Ryan a quick hug when he said, “they must trust you with that bike.” Then she laughed. “You bet your ass they do and you know what big guy,” she said with a flirtatious grin. “You fucking know I can do the job.” He trusted her! She knew it. Moving close so that she was almost shoulder to shoulder, she looked up into his eyes and said, “I need food. I crashed last night around 4:00 a.m and skipped breakfast.” Ryan pointed at the Sonic and she pumped a fist in agreement. Ryan was four inches taller than her and from her view, it was the perfect height.<br><br>By the time they had ordered, she thought sure he must have heard her stomach rumble. But instead he asked if she’d comer over tonight. Tina bit her upper lip to stop from breaking into a wide smile. She wasn’t exactly hard to get. Tina was a visceral girl who absolutely loved the feel of a cock inside her, a big, slick hard cock stretching her out as she rode it up and down. And at this point of her life, Ryan was her idea of the ideal man, the perfect cock. Not that they were committed or anything. Still, she didn’t rub his nose in the fact that she sometimes slept with other men. The fact is, she would walk through glass to sleep with Ryan and gut any woman who got in the way. “You know I’m there big-stud,” she said happily. “Can I bring pizza?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 06:16:03</strong>
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				Gabriel got the text from Ryan, and nodded at it with a small smirk while still holding onto Christina. All the while two loud engines could be heard coming to a halt outside of the clubhouse. Two more members had chosen that time to arrive it seemed.<br><br>One of which was a fairly young black man with a darker skin complexion in comparison to Gabriel. He wasn't as tall or as broad as Gabriel was either. However he was riding a classic Heritage Softail and wearing his cut along with a pair of black jeans and boots as well as shades. After parking, he took the shades off and looked up at the completely renovated building wearing a broad grin on his face. <strong>"Well...ain't that something? What you think, Sniper?"</strong> Looking over at his friend, a man of hispanic origin who seemed a little older than him. This man had a small mohawk, and was a bit taller and of a more muscular stock in comparison to his friend. Though his accent wasn't heavy, it was definitely present when he responded with <strong>"I think this beats the hell out of having meetings at the Titty Club all the time. Love the chicas, man...But this could work. Still...I think Gabe wants to talk business. Not just this shit, man."</strong> With that they both made their ways into the clubhouse for the first time.<br><br>(http://www.reviewstl.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/Tyrese-Gibso.jpg)<br><br>(http://www.mtv.com/movies/photos/l/longest_yard_050405/19.jpg)
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				Post by: <strong>kobrakid92</strong> on <strong>21-09-2011, 21:11:42</strong>
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				He smiled and nodded at her response. <strong>"Sure, bring whatever."</strong> He really didn't care what she brought so long as she was there, hell she could even bring over a lingerie outfit and he wouldn't mind. A few minutes later the car hop girl brought their order out. He pulled out his wallet and payed for the food then put it back in his pocket. He took a long drink of his cherry limeade before speaking. "There are times when I swear I could live off these." he said in regards toward his drink.&nbsp; He glanced over at her, looking her over. She was definitely a looker and there was something about her that never seemed to change, something that always made her appeal to him. <strong>"I got some things to take care of after we close up today. If you want you're more than welcome to head over to my place while I do tend to my things."</strong> He thought about inviting her but decided against it since Gabriel probably had something planned or something to discuss. He figured that she knew he was in a bike gang but as far as his role as an enforcer went, he didn't want her to know.
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				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>22-09-2011, 00:11:28</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.frontroomcinema.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/emily_blunt.jpeg)</div><br>The entire morning had been exhausting, her mother seemed to be moping in the depths of a new depression brought about by the lack of contact with her only son. Michael, incarcerated for murdering the asshole who had brutally raped his sister and killed their father, had suddenly stopped sending them visiting passes; had stopped phoning them and hadn't replied to a single email or letter in almost two months. It wasn't just Trisha who was concerned, Kelly was seriously worried too but had managed not to show it around her mother. With Trisha staying at home more and more staring at the four walls, waiting for the phone to ring or the post man to arrive, the family businesses were left to Kelly to keep together.<br><br>She didn't begrudge her mother for the depth her depression had led her too, medication helped but she had been through a lot. Kelly had been through more but never had the heart to shake her mother and say this to her. Instead she worked the garage and the bar as if her life depended on it, because quite frankly it did. She carried a gun with her all the time and had taken up self defense lessons which in her own view were damn pathetic. If she resorted to them even a seven year old could take her down. After checking the account books at the bar and then heading to the garage, she found three cars and two bikes queued up for work. <br><br>Shaking her head she went inside to find Alan and Kevin leaning against the tool tray having a good old chat for themselves. Her heels clicked upon the concrete floor long stained with engine oil, as she made her way towards them. <br><br><strong>"Having a good time then? These won't fix themselves, so I'd advice you lot to get on with them or go find yourselves another job!"</strong> she hated playing hard ball but when they didn't pull their weight there was little else she could do. Moving to the books, she looked through what was supposedly wrong with each vehicle and noted two were simply body jobs. The relief at knowing she would be calling Wyatt to do some work was overwhelming. The lads at the garage never slacked off when he was here and she always felt saver come locking up time.<br><br>Alan and Kevin grumbled but went back to work, albeit slowly but still they went back. Glancing up for a moment to watch them she pushed her long brown hair back over her shoulder before reaching for a pen. She wrote the details of the two cars down and left again, telling both men she'd be back well before closing time. Their silence mingled with the croons of Frank Sinatra's 'Come Fly with Me', the weight of it letting her know she had won this round at least.<br><br>Getting into her fathers old car, a deep blue 1968 Mustang GT 390 Fastback she drove the prized car to the Bronze. If any one could tell her what was up with Michael she hoped that Gabriel and Wyatt could, they had all been good friends after all, in the marines and with the Mininsters of Death MC. Kelly dressed more for an office &nbsp;(http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=37331228) than for an out at a grimey garage or sweat soaked bar pulled up in the parking lot and switched off the engine, deciding to place a swift call to her mother before going inside.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>22-09-2011, 01:09:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTM0MzI1NTg2M15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNDcyODU2Mw@@._V1._SX313_SY400_.jpg)</div> <br>Wyatt had been into the last few days of a poker tournament at Caesers Palace when Gabriel called that two from the father club would be coming around. Without a second thought he stood from the table with a thick stack of chips and left. He had been doing fairly well and had the competitors curious to what was going on but left them seeing him toss aside the jacket of his suit and replaced it with his leather cut once he no longer had to adhere to the dress code. <br><strong>"Keep my seat warm. I'll be back to take all of your money when I get back." </strong>He said to those at his table before he escaped to the parking structure, mounted his bike and sped off to the newly opened club house. <br><br>Back at the clubhouse he sat and listened after greeting the President and VP with the respect they deserved. The proposition was a good ones and the deal would mutually serve both clubs and Wyatt wanted the club to grow which is why he supported some endeavors. Some he did not want to resort too, but run guns and girls was backed by him fully. Wyatt did enjoy testing out the girls, more so since Gabriel was a "committed" man which earned the man a few jokes and nudges at the ribs by Wyatt. Like Gabriel he gave the man the quick hug and walked them out, chatting mundanely before they sped off to the sound of the harley's loud roars that faded to nothing. <br><br>Speak of the devil, he saw Christina arriving and nodded at her in passing. Two more members arrived shortly after but Wyatt did not follow them in once they greeted him. He had glass coke brought out to him by one of the girls, it was a rather warm day after spending the last few days in a climate controlled casino and he wanted to spend some time outside. <br><br>Another car pulled up and he thought he could make out the driver but was unsure. <strong>"Busy fucking day."</strong> He commented to no one in particular while he took a swig of his soda and realized how absurd he looked. Dress shoes, dress slacks and a shirt with his cut, he could not resist chuckling at his ensemble at that moment. 
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				Post by: <strong>Jukebox Baby</strong> on <strong>22-09-2011, 08:08:28</strong>
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				Tina had left lunch feeling energized. She had hugged Ryan, enjoying the hard warmth of his body. But she didn’t kiss him. She was actually a little shy with him in public, which was funny, because Tina wasn’t a shy girl. Back at work, she had soon built up a sweat. Her chosen profession wasn’t easy and while Tina wasn’t delicate, she lacked the upper body strength of the men, so had to work smarter. At least, this was how she phrased it mentally. She was too smart herself to say it to the guys.<br><br>She knew Ryan was a patched member of the Ministers of Death MC, but she had no real idea of what he did for the club and didn’t want to know. She had two uncles who cooked meth. She didn’t ask what they did either. They might be the nastiest two men you’d ever run across, but they always respected her as their niece and she was loyal. With Ryan, she knew he might do things that weren’t exactly within the law, but she didn’t care what he did either. And if she were honest, Ryan was right not to tell her, because put a few beers in her and she could say almost anything. Secrets weren’t exactly her strong point. <br><br>Tina spent her day planning the evening. She wondered if it would be too girly to put on some nice black lace underwear. Not that Ryan would care when he was stripping it off her, she thought as a delicious sensation of warmth ran down her center. Now he would appreciate the pizza!<br>
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				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>22-09-2011, 09:20:15</strong>
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				She waved away his question about the beer. <strong>“Whatever you have on tap baby…”</strong> She took the beer from him and had a sip of the cool drink.&nbsp; What he told her next hardly surprised her. The guys were trouble, she had always known that. She knew enough about her man’s business to know that not everything he was involved in was strictly legal, but she accepted that. However, the arms trade sounded especially dangerous to her.<br><br>She looked up at him and gave him a faint smile. <strong>“I don’t know baby… Aren’t there a lot of shady characters involved? Amongst both your clientele and suppliers? I don’t want to be worried about you every time you leave the house…”</strong> She shrugged. <strong>“But you’re the boss and I know I can’t stop you to do anything you want to do. So I will learn to live with whatever choice you make.”</strong> She made eye contact with him and pressed another quick kiss onto his lips, even though the prospect of his new business venture did genuinely scare her. But she knew her place well enough not to protest too much.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>kobrakid92</strong> on <strong>22-09-2011, 21:57:45</strong>
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				After lunch Ryan threw his trash away and was almost knocked over by Tina when she hugged him. He smiled and hugged her back then walked back to work with her. Once back at the shop Ryan changed back into his jumpsuit and went to work on a bike that ended up needing a whole new tire, rim and all. He was finishing up fixing a bike with an exhaust problem when closing time finally came. He got the bike back to its owner and helped close shop. He went back to the locker room and changed into his normal clothes. He caught up with Tina as she was leaving. <strong>"The spare key is above the door frame if you decide to go to my place. I'll text you or something about I'm finished."</strong> With that being said he went over and got on his Harley Iron and started it, listening to the engine roared to life. He gave it a minute before raising the kickstand and riding off towards the club.<br><br>Arriving at the bar, Ryan parked his bike and eyed the building. From the outside he was impressed at the building's renovation and wondered if the inside was any better. He turned his bike off and walked inside, nodding to Wyatt as he passed him, and was impressed if not amazed at the way it looked. He looked around and spotted Gabriel and his woman Christina. He decided to have a few drinks to unwind from work before flagging down Gabriel. He made his way over to the bar and had three shots of Vodka before he turned to look for Gabriel. 
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				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 12:27:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn2.holytaco.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/emily_blunt_hot_girl_strip.jpg)</div>Four rings before finally her mothers tired voice came on the line, Kelly spoke feeling as if the questions she asked were like getting blood from a stone. By the time she hung up she felt as if she had done ten rounds in a boxing ring. Expelling a deep breath she checked her face in her compact mirror before she opened the car door and stepped out. She hadn't been by in a few weeks and even then she hadn't mentioned her concerns for Michael, believing that if anything had happened then surely Wyatt one of his closest friends and Gabriel, would have told her. She was past needing protection emotionally, life had toughened her up in ways she had never expected and yet for it all she looked always like she had fallen from a very high pedestal to walk on the wrong side of the tracks.<br><br>As she approached the club house she glanced up from her bag, as she put her phone away, to see Wyatt standing at the door with a drink in hand. Kelly paused for a brief fraction of a second, taking in his mode of attire and realising she liked him like that. If she were honest with herself she knew she liked him regardless but getting herself over being 'damaged goods' was a hurdle that no man had attempted and one she genuinely didn't want to touch upon. The guys at the club were good to her, had been before the incident and had become a bit more than overly protective since it and since Michael had gone inside. Appreciation for their 'kindness' was never rewarded in sexual favours, she couldn't even bring herself to have a guy put his arms around her without it freaking her out, instead she gave them a free shot here and there at the bar whenever they called by or let them the use of the garage whenever they needed it. <br><br><strong>"Looking all vamped up there Jace"</strong> she smiled at him, her arms naturally folding across her waist as if her very desire was to shield herself from whatever came at her. Drawing nearer to him she couldn't help the gnawing feeling in the pit of her gut that if on some bizarre alternate universe she had never been raped, then she would have loved nothing more than to wind up as his 'old lady'; but she had been and this was very much a reality and though she was unwilling to put herself out there, it didn't lessen the effect that Wyatt Murphy had on her equilibrium. <br><br>Moving alongside of him to stand by the door way, she glanced back out to the car park. <br><strong>"You're just the man I wanted to see actually" </strong>Kelly turned her pale blue eyes upwards to look at him, <strong>"have you got a minute?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We're Just Motorcycle Aficionados.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 17:13:57</strong>
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				Gabriel had looked over at Wyatt for a moment, finally realizing what he was wearing and merely shook his head in response but didn't say anything. He looked ridiculous. When the other members of the MC began to make their way into the clubhouse, Gabriel simply spoke out loud to them. <strong>"Make yourselves at home boys, take a look around."</strong> Before his attention was returned to Christina with a beer for her. Watching her as she took it, and also took in the information that he gave her.<br><br>He listened quietly, but at least she knew well enough to know that attempting to talk him out of it would be a fool's errand. Rubbing his hand over her waist gently, Gabriel nodded and stated <strong>"As far as the suppliers? It is mostly going to be the father club that deals with that. We're helping them to distribute. We split the green and the risks, but we also have their clout and protection. They've been making this run for over a decade. Everything is going to be fine."</strong> He'd lean in and return the kiss, and as she moved back. He would move forward more and give her another one, allowing this one to linger a bit longer.<br><br>Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Ryan and gave Christina one more kiss before saying <strong>"One moment, babe?"</strong> Letting go of her and making his way over towards him since it looked like he had something on his mind. <strong>"Penny for your thoughts?"</strong> Was what he asked as he rested his arms on the bar in front of him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We're Just Motorcycle Aficionados.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kobrakid92</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 19:02:09</strong>
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				Ryan glanced over at Gabriel as he approached him. <strong>"Sorry boss, you know my thoughts are dime a dozen."</strong> he said jokingly. Normally he wouldn't joke around under the current circumstances but the Vodka helped loosen him up. In the back of his mind he was itching to get back to his place with Tina but he knew that this was more important. <strong>"Seriously though, I'm fine. Just curious as to why you called us all here. I mean after all, the father club doesn't get involved unless it's something big or important. Please say it's not the drug business. Once was enough for me."</strong> The last time drugs were involved was when they were starting out. Ryan had tried to do some small time distributing and dealing to help bring in some much needed money and almost got killed in the process. He shuddered lightly as he remembered the incident. He quickly pushed the thought from his mind and came back to reality and looked to Gabriel. <strong>"So what are we doing?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We're Just Motorcycle Aficionados.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 23:30:50</strong>
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				<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. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We're Just Motorcycle Aficionados.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>24-09-2011, 08:57:58</strong>
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				<strong><em>Kelly in the carpark with Wyatt</em></strong><br><br><br>She smiled at his words, it was pretty impossible not too then followed him to a more secluded area of the carpark. He was literally like that, all honey with some vigorous punch she mused as she followed him, unable to take her eyes from his frame as she did so. She didn't doubt for a minute that his methods worked either with club business, with how he gambled or with women. She wasn't a fool of course, it was another reason she stayed as clear of making her feelings known to him. Being Michael's sister she had been witness to plenty of the women or sweetbutts that flung themselves at the club members feet. It never did her any favours to see them wrap themselves around Wyatt, she had a jealous streak and it tore through her each and every time. The less she spent at the club was more for her own benefit than anything else.<br><br>Again she simply smiled as he commented on how he looked, Kelly kept her lips pursed together. She wasn't going to comment even the slightest on how he dressed though snazzy was putting it mildly in her opinion. At last to the crux of the matter, with one small question she felt herself tense and any sign of concern she had managed to hide from her mother seemed to etch itself on to her face now though in truth it was never far from her eyes to begin with.<br><br><strong>"It's Michael ... we haven't heard from him in nearly two months now. He's all that's keeping Mom going ... I need to know that he's alright. Have you heard anything?" </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We're Just Motorcycle Aficionados.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>25-09-2011, 08:43:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Wyatt outside the clubhouse with Kelly</em></div><hr> <br><br>Wyatt's demeanor went from casual to serious when she asked about Michael, understanding her worry and reason for coming to the club. He had no reason to lie to her, but he was unsure if she would understand what he had done in prison to get him tossed into the segregation unit. <br><strong>"I have not heard from him, but I know he is eating since I just checked his commissary account and it was nearly all gone."</strong><br>He explained before moving and attempting to console her by resting his hand on her shoulder in the intention it was to comfort. The commissary account was how Wyatt and his family, along with the other members could support the patched brother on the inside besides emotional support via letters and visits. It allowed Michael to enjoy some decent food, even if it was only ramen and canned goods, it was better then the crap the prison served. <br><br><strong>"I'm not sure what is going on, but I just deposited into his account recently but no calls have been made. I think he might have gotten locked up in segblock again." </strong><br>Segblock- The Segregation unit was Micheal's other home in prison. Ever since he had gone in, he had made it a mission to punish child molesters and rapist in jail and Wyatt nor any of his other "brothers" could blame him. Off course the consequences of segblock was the cut off of visits and communication and it tended to affect his mother and sister more. <br><br><strong>"I'll give you a call as soon as I hear anything from him, but I am sure he is fine."</strong><br>He added.<br><strong>"Hell I know he is." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We're Just Motorcycle Aficionados.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>25-09-2011, 18:24:30</strong>
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				Gabriel perks up an eyebrow, listening quietly to his concerns before shaking his head. <strong>"No, not drugs. I deplore them and didn't want that shit last time. No this is something else, we'll talk about it soon enough. But it'll need a vote to get passed...You should relax though, unwind. You're too tense, brother."</strong> Smirking lightly as he reache sbehind the counter and grabs himself a beer before popping the top off and taking a small swig from it. It finally came to him, just at that moment that this new venture would indeed require a vote. He wondered how the club would feel about it, although he wasn't too worried. Running guns wasn't that far off from prostitution in his mind. It isn't like they were considering murder for hire. <strong>"So what's new with you? While we're on the subject of concerns."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We're Just Motorcycle Aficionados.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kobrakid92</strong> on <strong>25-09-2011, 20:52:57</strong>
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				Ryan let out a sigh of relief when he heard that it wasn't drugs. He became further curious when he said it would need a vote to get passed, which meant that it was something really big. The Vodka had done its job of helping him unwind so he decided he wouldn't drink for the rest of the night, or at least until he was back at his place. <strong>"Nothing much really unless work counts. What about you boss?"</strong> He said looking around the club. The good news about tonight, other than whatever Gabriel might have planed, was that tomorrow he didn't have to work at the bike shop or the gun shop. He shrugged and went against his previous decision and reached behind the bar and grabbed a beer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We're Just Motorcycle Aficionados.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jukebox Baby</strong> on <strong>25-09-2011, 22:58:46</strong>
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				Tina finished the day pleasantly exhausted. Out back, she threw her tools in the truck, strapping them into place so they wouldn’t shift. Her ride was a classic muscle car, a 1970 Oldsmobile 442 Coupe with a 455 V8 engine, a 4-speed manual transmission, and fiberglass outside air induction hood. Her friends had nicknamed the car, Maalox, because of its gut-wrenchingly acrylic enamel hot-pink paint job. The interior was black leather, rubber, and plastic. Almost all of her spare money went into Maalox and she spent more hours tinkering with it that strictly necessary. <br><br>Staring the motor up, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of the engine vibrating up through the seat, before heading pulling out and into traffic. An insanely fast car, she freely acknowledged that it sucked ball on curves. A few stops later, she pulled into Ryan’s neighborhood. Grimacing, she noticed the empty needle was bouncing on the bottom. Maalox burned far more than its share of gas and oil, but she didn’t give a damn. Pulling up in front of the line of garages, she put the car in park and hopped out. One of the condos was empty and she had appropriated its garage as her own. Feeling a little rush of warmth running from her heart to her thighs, she had to admit she spent as much time as Ryan’s as she could get away with. Unlocking the garage, she pulled Maalox in and spent a few minutes rubbing her down with a soft cloth she used to keep the wax job looking nice. Kissing the hood, she shut the garage door, locked it and headed over to Ryan’s place. Using the key, she let herself in and spent the few hours or so cleaning his kitchen, bathroom, and throwing his laundry into the machines downstairs. Tina always made sure that she never left anything of hers over; she didn’t want him thinking she was hinting at anything deeper than just friends who fucked. But she didn’t think he’d freak out if she left a few cleaning supplies under the sink. <br><br>Done, she slipped into the shower, wondering if he’d think her leather thigh high boots and traffic stopping barely touching the top of her thighs shorts were as hot as she would though they were in the store. A girl had to treat herself to a brand new fuck me outfit every now and then she though with a smile.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We're Just Motorcycle Aficionados.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>25-09-2011, 23:51:33</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn2.holytaco.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/emily_blunt_hot_girl_strip.jpg)</div><strong>Kelly with Wyatt in the Club carpark:</strong><br><br>Kelly took a deep breath, she didn't let her guard down often and yet time and again she almost did around Wyatt, as if he were the knight on that shining stead come to rescue her from all the crap. Day in day out, she put up a front to show she was coping; that she was strong and could handle the businesses and the crap that had happened to her family. Come night time she would lie awake in her bed, hoping for the will to get up the next morning, wishing that she could drag a new bout of strength from somewhere to get through another day. Somehow around Wyatt she always felt as if she didn't have to pretend, didn't have to be the 'strong' person because he was that in spades.<br><br>He spoke about the commissary account and she nodded her head in understanding, he had been decent enough to explain all of that to her not long after Michael had gone inside. Wyatt moved closer and laid a hand on her shoulder. She watched the movement closely, seeing him come nearer and telling herself that it was fine, this was Wyatt and he would never hurt her. She knew the hand on her shoulder was meant to be comforting but it felt like a weight pushing her down, taking control, taking her. Stifled she inhaled deeply and nodding her head hastily stepped away from him.<br><br><strong>"If you so say..."</strong> she stopped and looked at him curiously, <strong>"Segblock?"</strong><br>She closed her eyes and stood still, her fingers moving to the bridge of her nose as if to still the headache that threatened. The last time he had been sent to Segblock he had attacked two rapists, one would never have the balls to rape again. Kelly knew why her brother was on this vendetta, he couldn't protect her out here on the outside so he was getting every one of those bastards before the justice system let them walk free. <br><br><strong>"Shit Mike!"</strong> she whispered beneath her breath, she loved him for it of course and felt saver because of it but also in her mind was the horrifying thought that one of those would get parole and would hunt Michael's family down and pay him back by messing them up instead.<br><br><strong>"Can you find out how long more he's got inside Segblock Wyatt?"</strong> she gazed up at him; if trust had a face, it was staring right at Wyatt Murphy with those baby blues.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We're Just Motorcycle Aficionados.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 21:17:22</strong>
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				<strong>"Same shit, different day for all intents and purposes. I just need something more, the club needs something more than just the little small time shit we're doing now. That barely pulls in any revenue."</strong> Speaking as much to himself as he was to Ryan. However he dropped the subject after that, and instead said <strong>"Anyway, unwind for a moment. I need to check on something really fast."</strong> Slapping him on the back before he made his way back out for a moment towards the outside of the club. He had noticed Wyatt talking with Kelly, Mike's sister. Curiosity got the better of him at this point.<br><br>Leaning his head out of the door for a second, he looked back and forth between the two of them before flatly asking <strong>"The fuck are you two doing out here? I go through all the trouble of getting this place fixed up so it doesn't look like shit and you're going to talk outside of it?"</strong> His attention turned to Kelly for a minute, and he simply said <strong>"What's up, short ass?"</strong> His arms crossing over his chest for a moment as he tilts his head back. <strong>"I don't see you that often it seems like."</strong><br><br><strong>Sniper &amp; Joseph inside the Clubhouse.</strong><br>Both men entered, and Sniper made his way over to Ryan. <strong>"Yo, the place looks nice and all. But you have any idea what the meeting is about today? Joe figures Gabriel is trying to set something up...I don't know what but that guy has always had aspirations of some sort. You think it's going to be like that shit you were doing back in the day?"</strong> His tone was fairly light however, and he hopped up on a stool as Joe made his way over to a computer that was set up on a desk in a corner. Checking the connection speed, and making sure it had everything he'd need for all intents and purposes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We're Just Motorcycle Aficionados.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>28-09-2011, 08:43:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Wyatt with Kelly and Gabriel outside the club house </em></div><hr><br>Wyatt turned to see Gabriel approach and acknowledged him with a nod. <strong>"I've been in a casino all week, wanted to get something besides second hand smoke for a minute."</strong> He said with a yawn, not that he was complaining about his week long gambling binges. <strong>"Ran into Kelly here, asking about her brother."</strong> He caught up Gabriel with what was going on before drinking the rest of the soda in his hands. <br><br><strong>"Going back in soon, I just killed my coke." </strong> Wyatt added before motioning for Kelly to check out the clubhouse with them all. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We're Just Motorcycle Aficionados.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 02:31:50</strong>
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				Before Wyatt even had a chance to answer her a familiar face popped out the doorway, enquiring minds wanting to know what they were up to. Colour surged her cheeks and a guilty look crossed her features for a moment no matter how innocent she was of anything. She had only been speaking with Wyatt but her emotions regarding him sometimes just got he better of her and she was certain every one could read her like a book, though she sincerely hoped not. All he had done was put his arm around her shoulder, a brotherly gesture nothing more. Even if she had stepped away from it. <br><br>Wyatt filled Gabe in on what they had been discussing and the large man, another really good friend of Mike's turned to her. She smiled and looked abashed at the name he called her.<br>"<strong>Not a lot Gabe, just keeping the head above water. You know how it is"</strong> she wasn't going to burden either of them with her mothers condition though she knew full well that they'd want to help somehow. <br><br><strong>"Keeping two businesses afloat is a full time occupation Gabe, no time for much fun any more. I'll try and drop by a bit more, Can't wait to see the place!"</strong><br>She pushed honest enthusiasm into her voice, knowing it would be something for her to chat about the next time she did get to see Michael. Moving forward she smiled softly.<br><strong>"I'm all for the tour then."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We're Just Motorcycle Aficionados.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kobrakid92</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 03:51:07</strong>
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				Ryan looked over at Sniper and shook his head. <strong>"No, he just told me it's not the drug business luckily. I'm not sure what he has planned. All I know is that it's big and I'd like to know now so I can put in my two cents and leave. I got a piece of ass waiting for me back at my place."</strong> he said with a smile. He took another drink of his beer and looked around. He had to hand it to Gabriel for getting this place up and running and making it look like it did. Ryan figured all it needed now was a couple of stripper poles and the bar would be complete, but that was a dream best saved for another time. <strong>"Has Gabe said anything to you or Joe?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We're Just Motorcycle Aficionados.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>04-10-2011, 04:20:03</strong>
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				Gabriel's features dropped some at the mention of Mike, although he did not say anything at the moment and merely nodded. Looking back to Kelly, he said <strong>"I'm sure, Wyatt filled you in. I'm most likely going to go up and visit him later this week, I've been kinda busy as of late...And who are you telling about two businesses?"</strong> He added with a small snort, shrugging before putting his hand to his mouth and yawning into it gently. He stepped to the side, to allow them into the building. However his eyes darted between the two of them a few times, there was an unspoken chemistry of sorts. Gabriel had beem aware of it for a little while now, but he didn't say anything to either party. He was unsure of the specifics but the tension was fairly thick. At least in his eyes.<br><br><strong>Sniper &amp; Joseph inside the Clubhouse with Ryan.</strong><br><br>Sniper pinched Ryan's cheek before giving it a friendly smack, <strong>"Eh, no peddlin' blow anymore? But I remember that went so well for you, buddy!"</strong> Joseph shook his head lightly with a small smirk before lighting up a cigarette. <strong>"Hey, as long as it isn't murder for hire...I don't really care."</strong> Looking back over at the two of them from the computer before he answered <strong>"Naw, nothing. I figure the only person who might know is Wyatt. I think it might have something to do with the father MC though. I saw the old guys leave on our way in..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We're Just Motorcycle Aficionados.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>07-10-2011, 22:35:20</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Wyatt heading into the Club house with Gabriel and Kelly </em></div><hr><br>Wyatt nodded, not adding anything to the conversation that had not been said before Gabriel's arrival. He leaned back against the railing and crossed his arms, waiting for the president to get his say in before he straightened up and nodded at Kelly with his head to follow. <strong>"Common, I have yet to take the full tour also "</strong> He invited, dropping his hands from across his chest and held the door after Gabriel went in. Stopping the door with his fancy shoes he gestured for Kelly to go in before him before following after, the door closing. <br><br>Once inside he potted a few other patched members and a handful of prospects. His empty glass was lifted and one of them unpatched hopefuls moved to grab him a soda, silently he gestured for a second one for Kelly before he brought them over and handed them to the VP. "Drink?" Wyatt offered it over to Kelly before he moved up to greet the boys. Sniper, Joe and Ryan each got a smack on the back while Gabriel began the tour.<strong> "Heya brothas."</strong> He greeted them, completely oblivious to what they were discussing, shaking hands and exchanging greetings before he walked back up to Gabriel. <br><strong>"Where is the pool and poker table?"</strong> He asked with a perked eyebrow and a smirk. The meeting would be soon, but Gabriel had to give a tour and the two had to wait for the rest to arrive before it began. More members trickled in, the clubhouse coming to life with a combination of members, friends of the club and prospects. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We're Just Motorcycle Aficionados.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>10-10-2011, 20:41:48</strong>
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				<em>Kelly in the club</em><br><br>Kelly blinked a moment stepping from the bright sunlight into the dimmer room, allowing her eyes to adjust she smiled at the few who were already inside. Her eyes had drifted a moment to the dress shoes that Wyatt used to prop the door ajar for her and she found herself smiling absently. <br><br><strong>"You haven't seen your own club properly yet? Wow those casinos are keeping you busy"</strong> her voice was light as she turned to nod her greeting to the others that were in the club. On seeing Christina she lifted her hand in a small gesture of greeting, she hadn't seen her either in a while now and felt as if there was lots she had to catch up on with her too. <br><br><strong>"Thanks"</strong> her attention was soon brought back to Wyatt who passed her a soda, she reached for it, her finger tips brushing lightly against his own as she took the drink. Sipping from the cold liquid she glanced about her, wanting to relegate every inch of the place so she could tell Michael all about it in another lengthy letter that he most likely wouldn't be able to reply too. <br><strong>"I can always do the tour another day"</strong> she told Gabriel as Wyatt went to speak with some of the boys, inquiring about the pool and poker tables, always weary in case she was taking up more of their time than was necessary.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We're Just Motorcycle Aficionados.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>11-10-2011, 06:28:35</strong>
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				The guys exchanged greetings with Wyatt when approached, although it didn't last for too long because at this point Gabriel called out <strong>"Alright, let's hurry up and get this business underway. We'll make this meeting quick, then you all can do what you like for a while. C'mon, ladies!"</strong> Speaking to the men in attendance as he worked to round up everyone and pushed open a somewhat intricately designed door that led to their brand new meeting room. He had a distinctive table with their patch clearly decorating it. Cracking his neck lightly as he looked towards the actual ladies for a moment and said <strong>"This will only take a moment, girls. You two catch up, and we'll be out in a flash."</strong> Offering a small smile as Sniper got to his feet and said at Wyatt and Ryan <em>"This should be good, see you guys in there."</em> Joe finished setting up a firewall and making sure all the specifications on the computer were to his liking before he made his way into the room as well. Everyone finding a seat, while Gabriel headed to the seat that was at the head of the table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We're Just Motorcycle Aficionados.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kobrakid92</strong> on <strong>11-10-2011, 09:01:56</strong>
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				<strong>"Yeah if you call dodging bullets working out for me. The only thing that saved my ass was that I parked my bike a couple of blocks over and I was able to outrun them through the alleys."</strong> said Ryan. He nodded in agreement, murder for hire wasn't the best thing ever but in his eyes it beat pushing drugs. He quickly turned, after feeling a pat on the back, to see Wyatt. <strong>"Well look who decided to finally show up. I figured you'd be here before any of us."</strong> he said with a chuckle. Ryan got along well with Wyatt, even if they didn't quite see eye to eye on everything. Ryan took another drink of his beer and turned when he heard Gabriel talk. It was finally time to get down to business and find out what the big secret was.<br><br>Ryan looked to the door that lead to their meeting room and walked in with everyone else. He liked the room better than the previous ways they did business in the past. He took a seat next to Sniper and Joe and watched as Gabriel took his seat at the head of the table. He waited patiently but was eager to to find out why Gabriel called them here. He placed his hands in his lap and twiddled his thumbs to keep himself occupied and to keep himself from bursting at the seams with questions. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We're Just Motorcycle Aficionados.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>12-10-2011, 02:32:59</strong>
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				<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.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We're Just Motorcycle Aficionados.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>12-10-2011, 13:58:40</strong>
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				It was typical that she wasn't going to get away that easy, they were at times worse than her big brother but at least she could go back later to her mother and let her know how Wyatt and Gabe were doing. That would brighten her day somewhat and when she heard that Michael was shut up then she was bound to come out of her slump for another while. There was never any point in keeping details from her mother, the truth set you free and all that malarkey but with Michaels incarceration being what it was, Kelly had known it was for the best to keep her mother apprised of all he went through inside, all that she knew of at any rate. The not knowing was always the hardest to take.<br><br>Kelly smiled and nodded to Gabe when he told them to catch up together, turning her gaze to Christina for a moment before Wyatt spoke. She turned open mouthed to look at him, his gaze steady on them both before he laughed. Her heart lurched inside of her and she wished just once that she was not the prude she had turned into. What would it be like to know first hand she wondered before he warned her not to go anywhere, blushing that he seemed to know she would have snuck out while they were at their meeting.<br><br><strong>"I'll stay with Christina"</strong> she assured him before turning back and sitting on the high stool beside the queen of the club.<br><strong>"Been a while ... how are you?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We're Just Motorcycle Aficionados.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>12-10-2011, 14:45:18</strong>
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				Christina quietly watched her man depart towards the room in the back he had reserved for his meetings and then turned to greet Kelly. She pressed two kisses onto her friend’s cheeks. She shrugged when Kelly inquired as to how she was doing. <strong>“Oh you know… boys will be boys.”</strong> She shook her head towards the door they had disappeared behind. <strong>“You know how it is… once they get an idea in their heads, it’s hard to argue against it, whether you find it sensible or not…” </strong>She didn’t share the information her boyfriend had just dumped on her with Kelly. She knew better than to discuss his business, with anyone. <br><br><strong>“But otherwise I can’t complain. What about you, it’s been a while since I last saw you…” </strong>She took a swig from the glass of beer Gabriel had handed her before he left her. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We're Just Motorcycle Aficionados.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>12-10-2011, 15:41:59</strong>
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				Kelly grinned and nodded her head, she knew only too well how boys behaved. Michael had been forever bringing his mates around since she was a tot and always remembered them getting up to mischief. An idea would sprout up between them and they would see it through to its conclusion no matter if that included broken bones, bleeding noses or damaged bikes, skateboards or worse. <br><br><strong>"I've yet to meet a single guy to have a sensible idea" </strong>she smiled at her before turning to sip her drink, <strong>"that's what they usually have us around for."</strong><br><br>The place seemed all the quieter for the boys being in the back room, Kelly turned on her stool a little.<br><strong>"You know how it is, with Michael inside Mom is a basket case. Trying to keep her above water and the businesses feels like a losing battle some days but ..."</strong> she raised her glass a little as if toasting some unseen entity, <strong>"I manage ... kind of have too. Would like to let my hair down once in a while but I'd look like a complete fish out of water."</strong><br>She turned her gaze back to Christina.<br><strong>"So what do you make of the club ... nice huh, or am I not allowed to use that word to describe it?"</strong> she laughed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We're Just Motorcycle Aficionados.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>16-10-2011, 17:46:27</strong>
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				Gabriel looked around the table for a minute, and paused before getting started. <strong>"Alright, I'll cut right to the chase...The reason I called you all here today. Aside from the obvious of looking at the new clubhouse? Is because a new enterprise has landed on our laps, and I wanted to put it to a vote before we do anything. The father MC, as you all know make a good deal of money by running guns. Well they're looking for partners. They say that they'll give us a trial run, we sell a shipment of handguns. If we're able to do that? We look at bigger merchandise. Rifles, shotguns, the whole nine yards."</strong> He took a moment to allow that information to sink in while taking a small breath. Paying close attention to everyone's faces for a moment to gauge their reactions.<br><br><strong>"This could be both good and bad. The guns? They bring a lot of credibility, and they bring in a lot more money than we are used to seeing...However there are risks. When you are trafficking firearms? That brings you under ATF radar, and we've been fairly low key. We'll have them backing up and offering support, but we also run the risk of getting a lot of attention thrown our way...And I don't just mean from law enforcement. Before we put this to a vote? I want to get your thoughts...VP?"</strong> He said turning to Wyatt.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We're Just Motorcycle Aficionados.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>17-10-2011, 04:16:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Only if we are reckless about it, we can get heat for running pussy also. Business is business," </strong>Wyatt explained, obviously replacing a a key word "Business" with something else. <strong>"We all got bills to pay brotha."</strong> He added, making it obvious that Gabriel had the support of the VP. It all came down to a vote in the end, everyone knew they would be heard out equally. <br><br>With what he had to say, said, Wyatt looked at the others, curious if they had anything they wanted to pitch in on the issue at hand. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We're Just Motorcycle Aficionados.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>20-10-2011, 16:37:00</strong>
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				Gabriel nodded his head, <strong>"Gun running carries a longer sentence then prostitution does but good point. Alright I'll put it to a vote." </strong> With that he looked at the other members in a room, and although the two men looked reluctantly towards each other both of them raised their hands to show their support. With that, he smacked the gavel onto the table and said <strong>"Alright, I'll get that under way...I'd say the next order of business would be a potential member drive. See if we can pick up some new committed guys who aren't going to be afraid to get some dirt on their hands...Other than that? That was the big news I wanted to discuss with you all. Anyone else have any official business they want to bring to the table?"</strong>
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