[SoA] ~ Main Hangout
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				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>02-02-2012, 03:09:01</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.bestbikerbars.com/dummy/images/bartender_of_month/20110331131433_full%20throttle%20saloon.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><br><em>Ingrid, filling in down stairs at the Main Hangout, working the bar</em><br><br>It was supposed to have been her day off, but it turned out not to be.&nbsp; The sound of a motorcycle approaching in the distance caught her attention and just a few seconds of listening to how that bike ran and how the muffler popped told her that it wasn't Jake's bike. She wasn't quite sure where he was at that moment, she was so busy stocking behind the bar that he could have been in front of her wearing nothing but a G-string with a tassel on the front and his hips shaking, making that tassel spin.&nbsp; Now <em>that</em> was a delightful mental image but she doubted that she could talk him into humoring her. Ah well, there was one for the spank bank. <br><br>The smell of a cigarette lighting up nearby made her wrinkle her nose. She didn't smoke but she might as well have downed a pack a day with how she constantly smelled like a stinky cigarette butt. In front of her sat boxes of salt and pepper on the highly polished bar.&nbsp; On the other side sat a few people, their butts perched on stools.&nbsp; Tossing her long, wavy dark brown hair over her shoulder, the tattooed biker smirked, not letting some of the cooler gazes get to her. Most were okay with her wearing colors, some weren't. Some were just too goddamned old fashioned to let anything new come near them unless it was an eighteen-year-old's hand to stroke their saggy fucking ball sack.&nbsp; Oh well, it mattered not that she'd give her life for them. She didn't expect the same from everyone, but there were some that she knew would go down for her.&nbsp; Wearing her leather cut and nothing under it, along with a pair of tight, short blue jean shorts and black combat boots, she tucked a bar towel in her back pocket, the one on the other side of her hiney from her wallet, the chain tapping her upper thigh.<br><br><br>"Hey! Someone turn that shit off! I don't care if the Hank Williams is a classic!" she yelled, turning her sharp eyes toward the juke box. "I have no tears in my beers and I'm not crying for you dear!" Her German accent was barely noticeable in most of her words, years of conditioning herself to lose it had helped. Sometimes she would lose control of that, in moments when she was hysterical, like when she'd seen one of her best friends ran down because of some dumb shit cager swerved into his lane and he hadn't been able to go anywhere because of the guard rail.&nbsp; She'd lost it then, hell, most of the group had. No one had forgotten him and no one would.&nbsp; <br><br>She grinned at the reaction that she got. "Yeah, I got something better. 262." They complied and Three Dog Night's <em>Joy to the World</em> started to ooze from the speakers.&nbsp; <br><br>"Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea, joy to you and me!" She sang as she danced and pulled out some swizzle sticks. The odd duck used those, some of the girls that didn’t think that they had to drink Jack straight to have a good time. She'd seen more posturing and posing from the girls than she had from the men, not at this place, but at the one that she worked at.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes moved over the bottles and bowls of pretzels, looked over the tables, searching out the familiar faces. They didn't get any that weren't one of them, or brought by someone. The hangout was on private property, owned by the motorcycle club. Kept things safer that way, no one could poke their nose in where it wasn't wanted. <br><br>Square tables with not too comfortable chairs littered the room, a small dance area was over to the left.&nbsp; Each table had a ketchup, mustard, and salt and pepper shakers. Some, but not all, had a little styrofoam cup that held sugar and sugar substitutes. Those were next on her restock list… damn little pink, blue, and yellow packets. <br><br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>02-02-2012, 05:45:20</strong>
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				<em>Crash, entering the bar and coming up to Ingrid</em><br><br>It was a good day for a ride.&nbsp; Since he was not on any sort of duty or task, Crash got out for a bit to feel the wind against his face.&nbsp; The palm trees looked like pickets as he rode by them.&nbsp; <br>After taking in the sun, he decided to head back to the bar.&nbsp; His bike was his own.&nbsp; What started as a almost hopeless mess, Crash got it up and running.&nbsp; It was his and if any one tried to fuck with it; they would end up with a serrated survival knife to the stomach.&nbsp; <br><br>The ride was just want he wanted.&nbsp; He ended back at the bar.&nbsp; This was no ordinary bar.&nbsp; This bar was his home in more ways then one.&nbsp; Since he was prospecting the Steel Calvary MC, it was the mc's clubhouse.&nbsp; Since Crash just sort of showed up out of the blue, it was his home.&nbsp; He was in his eleventh month of prospecting.&nbsp; Besides the Marines, coming to Miami was a good decision in his life.&nbsp; He started with only the cash in his pockets, the clothes on his back and pack, and his bike.&nbsp; Chase and the guys were his family now.<br><br>The kick stand was let out as his bike leaned onto it.&nbsp; The bike was finally quiet after his ride.&nbsp; As he rose from the bike he raised an eyebrow.&nbsp; Was Three Dog Night playing in the bar.&nbsp; His helmet slipped of his head and was hung his handle bars.&nbsp; The six foot man was dressed up in his black jeans and steel toed boots.&nbsp; He wore a two shirts, black short sleeved on white long sleeved.&nbsp; His favorite black bandana was sweat soaked as it covered his head.&nbsp; As always to finishes out his attire was his cut.&nbsp; He wore it proud like any medal he had earned.&nbsp; It was a badge of honor and respect.<br><br>Sure enough, <em>Joy to the world</em> was being pumped from the speakers.&nbsp; With a nod to each person he acknowledged, Crash made his way to the bar.&nbsp; He saw Ingrid taking care of business.&nbsp; "Ingrid" He said with a nod.&nbsp; "Good Day?" Ever since his tour, Crash tried keeping his words short and simple.&nbsp; His mental state was fine but he did have some nerve damage.&nbsp; As much as he knows, he's fine except for certain points don't feel pain.
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				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>02-02-2012, 06:39:21</strong>
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				Spencer, arriving at the bar&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Spencer had just gotten back from celebrating her 21st birthday in Savannah. It had been a good two days that had ended badly. She'd hooked up with an ex, whom she'd learned was married after they'd slept together. It had left him with a broken jaw and her with a bruised hand so it felt fair to her. She was glad to be back home in Miami and going back to work. Spencer donned a pair of tight faded jeans and an equally tight white tank top. An almost massive amount of cleavage was on display and her hair flowed down her back in a mix of loose waves and soft curls. Parking her Challenger in the lot, she grinned as she headed inside. Spencer spotted Ingrid and Crash after greeting some patrons, and quite a few smacks on her ass, before heading over. "Hey you two, I'm back. How's it going?"
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				Post by: <strong>elone</strong> on <strong>02-02-2012, 07:38:08</strong>
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				<em>Josh "Ghost" arrives at the bar</em><br><br><br>Josh pulled into the parking lot at the club and noticed a few bikes out front. He switched off the key, toggled off the gas valve, and dropped the kickstand. He had finished building his bike about two years ago after he had wrecked the last one. A car ran through a light and hit him square. When the paramedics arrived he was briefly pronounced dead on the scene, hence his nickname Ghost. He still never wore a helmet and pulled the bandana off his head, sticking it in his pocket.<br><br>As he entered the bar he quickly looked around for any unfamiliar faces. He didn’t worry about his brothers, but was leery of strangers hanging around the bar. Three Dog Night was playing , must have been Ingrid’s doing , he thought, recognizing one of her favorite tunes. He strolled to the juke box and plugged in 168, the Stones, Paint it Black. Kind of dark and he was in the mood to match. It had been a long day and he was hot and tired.<br><br>Ingrid was dancing around and working behind the bar as he walked up and Josh threw her a wave and moved over to where he saw Crash. “Hey prospect, how about getting me a beer.” He yelled as he approached the bar. Being a prospect was hell, they had all been through it and Crash was almost done. <br><br>“Hey babe,” he said to Spencer, admiring the long haired blonde, “I hear you are legal age now, at least for drinking, you’ve been legal for everything else for a while.” He slid his tattooed arm around her, resting his palm under her breast. “How about I buy you a birthday drink.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>02-02-2012, 17:48:19</strong>
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				Spencer at the bar&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Spencer smiled as she felt Ghost's arm slip around her. "Hey there, handsome. Sure am and a glass of Southern Comfort would be just fine." She could drink almost anything, but usually preferred whiskey. "Did you miss me?" Her eyelashes batted automatically and her ever present southern accent was unmistakable. The 21 year old was good at what she did and enjoyed it immensely. The teasing and playful nature of Spencer was what helped her to adapt to whatever the unattached members wanted her to be.
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				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>02-02-2012, 17:59:04</strong>
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				<em>Crash at bar Spencer and Ingrid, Ghost approaching</em><br><br>His head turned as Ghost cried out for a beer.&nbsp; Crash gave a nod.&nbsp; He rose from his stool. The was a short trip around to the other side of the bar.&nbsp; He pulled out the beer fridge and grab two cold bottles.&nbsp; Sure he could have just asked Ingrid but Crash felt better about doing this himself.&nbsp; The bottles landed on the bar as his hand rose with a bottle opener.&nbsp; <br><br>Crash glanced up as saw Ghost slip his arm under Spencer.&nbsp; With bottles in hand, Crash shuffled over to Ghost.&nbsp; The bottle was placed next to Ghost.&nbsp; "Cheers" Crash commented when the bottle was down.&nbsp; "Congrats" He said to Spencer as he sat down back at the bar. His bottle came up to his lips.&nbsp; It was cold just like he liked. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>02-02-2012, 20:29:15</strong>
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				Spencer. At the bar with Ghost, Crash and Ingrid&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "Thank you very much, Crash." Spencer smiled at the prospect. He wasn't much for talking, but he was cute. "I don't think I was able to properly celebrate in Savannah, see I didn't have y'all, but now I do. Anyone have any ideas?" She smiled brightly.
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				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>02-02-2012, 20:31:57</strong>
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				<em>Ingrid talking with Crash, Spencer, and Ghost</em><br><br>Behind the bar, she looked at those who drifted in one right after another.&nbsp; That's the way that it worked sometimes, wasn't it? Everyone came in at once like someone done gone and rang that damn dinner bell.&nbsp; Smirking as Ghost ordered around the prospect and latched on to the nearest piece of ass, having been in both spots at one point, she just shook her head. Prospecting was harder than being a sweet butt, she had thought. Some of the guys had given her shit, some had been complete dicks, while others had been super awesome and had treated her well. As a sweet butt all she was expected to do was open her mouth and spread her legs, but keep her tongue quiet unless she was asked to talk. That wasn't how she'd handled it though. Ingrid rarely backed down and only when she knew it was a fight she couldn't win. <br><br>"Legal for what, Ghost? Voting?" She smirked at that and looked forward to the woman getting to work after her drink - maybe then she and the little sweetener packets wouldn't have war!&nbsp; She eyed the little things, knowing that it was her OCD and not the sugars. Every packet had to be neatly in the cups, facing the same way, the same number in each cup. Neatly.&nbsp; She hated it. <br><br>Crash at least had the brains not to ask her to get the beers for him; all she'd have done was told him to step lively and earn his colors.&nbsp; She grinned at the thought and moved to pull out the red tray that held the salt and pepper; sticking it on top of the box that held the demon packets in white, blue, pink and yellow.&nbsp; Awww. Shit.&nbsp; "Hey, Spencer, you working today?"&nbsp; Where the hell was that old sweet bitch Riley at?&nbsp; <br><br>"Yeah, celebrate big because in nine more years you're thirty," Ingrid said, grinning widely. "You know what your tits'll say then? 'Perk up! People'll think we're nuts!" <br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>02-02-2012, 20:48:37</strong>
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				Spencer. At bar with Ingrid, Crash and Ghost&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Oh, gee. Thanks for harshing my buzz, Ingrid." Spencer laughed softly and smiled. "Not supposed to, but I will." And happily because she liked working. "Need me to do anything specific or just the waitress thing?"
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				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>02-02-2012, 21:40:49</strong>
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				<em>Danica coming down from cleaning upstairs</em><br><br>Some of those rooms got dirty when people took the party upstairs. She was sure that she'd brought down three bags full of beer bottles and her arms were aching.&nbsp; That wasn't what had driven her down to the sanctuary of the main room, it was the sounds of rampant fucking that had her trying not to laugh. Sex was great, but hearing other people fuck and all the dirty things that went on and came out of mouths during the moment, what to spank, how hard to go, what parts of the body were dirty and needed punishment? Yeah, she would rather be downstairs with a cold Coke. <br><br>Danica had ended up crashing at the club, not having a ride home and most people who were left were too drunk to drive her.&nbsp; It worked out because her biggest job was helping the Old Ladies keep the place clean, and keeping the men happy. There were a few that she wasn't too damn fond of, but for the most part they were hot and she had a lot of fun with them. <br><br>It wasn't where she'd thought that she'd end up in her life, but it was a lot better than some of the places that had been options.&nbsp; The gang that she'd been with before had been really horrible to her and she didn't like thinking about how life had been, or the drugs that had been pumped into her system.&nbsp; Between the time that she'd left there and found her way back to her parent's home she'd picked up two treatable and curable STI's.&nbsp; She was clean now and didn't plan on going through any of that again. <br><br>"Hey!" she said to Spencer, her roommate. "I tried texting you but I ran out of minutes on my cell and haven't gotten a ride to Wal-Mart to get any more." She had StraightTalk, not having good enough credit to get a Verizon contract.&nbsp; "How was the trip! Did you have fun?"&nbsp; <br><br>The shapely brunette grinned at her friend, wearing a white tube top and tight jeans, her overly large tits restrained only by the tightness of the top itself and its built in bra.&nbsp; She winked at Crash and then at Ghost before sliding around Ingrid to get herself a Coke. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Xunzar</strong> on <strong>03-02-2012, 00:40:46</strong>
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				<em>Leo arrives</em><br><br>Leo came to a halt outside the bar and smiled. His vintage bike was idling noisily, it was the only kind of loud motor sound he could hear without thinking about being deployed. Still, the junkie in him missed being over there, risking his life. Yeah, he risked it for his country and all that, but he'd come to <em>need</em> that rush of high-stakes combat. Sure, day-trading made good money, but it wasn't the same. Neither was the bar, but at least here there were people to talk to; he was still waiting for his next order of books to arrive.<br><br>Steel-toed combat boots raised a little dust as he swung off the bike and walked up to and then inside the bar. From long experience, his eyes adjusted quickly to the change in light as he glanced around. Regulars mostly. There was Ingrid over behind the bar, he gave her a slight nod. No matter what others said, he trusted her to back them up in a fight. And Spencer, cute, that one, hanging with Ghost. He nodded at them and walked up behind Crash. His hand came down firmly on the man's shoulder.<br><br>"Hey there, Marine." New family or not, the Corps was still a brotherhood forged in fire. He'd be willing to trust a fellow Marine.<br><br>His eye caught Danica's form. There was the babe he'd helped out a while back. Or maybe she'd helped him. Shit, with his problems, they probably were pretty much even. He patted Crash on the shoulder and then walked over to Danica. "Hey babe," he smiled a little at her, "how's about you spend a little time with me tonight, hm?" His eyes flashed for just a moment, a flicker of the demons in his head, looking out.
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				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>03-02-2012, 01:38:12</strong>
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				Spencer at the bar with Crash, Ghost, Ingrid, Danica and Leo.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Spencer was sipping at her drink when she heard her roommate's voice and smiled. "I can take you to get minutes whenever you'd like. Eh, it was okay. Broke a couple hearts...broke a jaw, but it's all good." She grinned as she saw Leo approaching. "Hey Leo." She waved before going back to her conversation with Ghost and Crash.
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				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>03-02-2012, 04:00:27</strong>
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				<em>Danica with Spencer, Ghost, Crash, Ingrid, and Leo at the bar</em><br><br>On the other side of the bar with Ingrid, she got her Coke off the fountain and moved back toward Spencer, who was offering to take her.&nbsp; Just then Leo entered and brought a smile to her face.&nbsp; He was the one that had brought her into what she saw as her family, no matter how rough it was there at times, it was never as bad as what she'd had to put up with.&nbsp; When she couldn't deal with being at home, having come back a very different girl than who had gone to bike week the year before, she had searched out the type of men that gave her the touch that she craved.&nbsp; With that Leo gave it to her in spades, though she put her foot down where it came to one thing he kept trying to get her to let him do.&nbsp; He was rather rough and had very dark tastes; she bore a few scars from the blades of his knives. He liked inflicting pain and making her scream, which fit her just fine because she had learned she enjoyed that sort of thing.&nbsp; Watersports… no way, he wasn’t 'marking her'.&nbsp; She wasn't his. <br><br>"What did you have in mind, sweet cheeks?" she asked, teasing him.&nbsp; "You gonna feed me if I hang out with you?"&nbsp; She knew that hanging out wasn't the proper term… though she might be hanging by her wrists or ankles.&nbsp; "And it is just me this time, right?"&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>03-02-2012, 04:33:35</strong>
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				<em>Crash with Spencer, Ghost, Danica, Ingrid, and now Leo</em><br><br>The pat on his back came down and he looked to see who it was.&nbsp; The hand belong to Leo.&nbsp; Crash gave a stern nod to Leo and a tip of his beer.&nbsp; He felt an ease when taking around Leo.&nbsp; With them being brothers already, Crash knew he could count on Leo to give it to him straight.&nbsp; "Semper Fi" It was always a good thing to have another Marine around.<br><br>As Leo went on to Danica, Crash turned his attention back to his beer and Spencer and Ghost.&nbsp; It didn't bother Crash to be more quiet they the rest of the gang.&nbsp; He wasn't sure if it had something to do with his injuries.&nbsp; He just woke up afterwards and felt like just talking less.&nbsp; If needed he would carry on a conversation but that didn't happen often.&nbsp; He'd never look annoyed.&nbsp; It was easy for him to let others vent or just talk.<br><br>Crash glanced over at Ghost's beer.&nbsp; Without a word, Crash rose and proceed to take his empty to the bin and retrieve three cold ones.&nbsp; Once more the bottle opener sprung to life and three caps were in the trash in seconds.&nbsp; He took the beers, placed on each in front of Ghost and Leo.&nbsp; It was easier to apologize then ask.&nbsp; He'd always take the initiative.&nbsp; It doesn't matter if he did volunteer for that mission that left him partially broken.&nbsp; His ass returned to his seat as he sipped on his second beer.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>elone</strong> on <strong>03-02-2012, 06:48:08</strong>
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				<em>Ghost with Spencer, Danica, Crash, Ingrid, and Leo at the bar</em><br><br>Ghost took a long pull on the bottle that Crash put down on the bar nearly draining it completely before setting it down with a loud clunk. “Damn, I needed that, been a long hot day, thanks Crash. Now I don’t feel so much like an alligator stranded on the highway.” Picking up the bottle, he quickly finished it and pushed the empty across&nbsp; the bar wondering where the next one was coming from.<br><br>“Yeah, voting, right,” he smiled at Ingrid. “ I think Spencer here has pulled a few things, but none of them were attached to a voting machine.” Ghost pulled her tighter to him. “Drink up darlin.”<br><br>Crash’s eyes moved to Danica as she tromped down the stairs into the bar. The woman was built like a brick shithouse, so they say, and her tits were bouncing with each step she took.. “Danica, how’s it goin’,” he shouted. I swear you and Spencer could crush a man to death with those chests if he ever got between you. Come to think of it, that might be a hell of a way to go. Maybe we should try it sometime.”<br><br>Crash replenished Ghost’s beer and he took another long swig as Crash moved to his seat. Ghost liked him, but couldn’t be too nice to the prospect. He would be glad when the kid became a member. The prospect had had some tough breaks and deserved to be part of this family<br>
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				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>03-02-2012, 07:01:51</strong>
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				Tag any and the many at the bar<br>Yet another Marine shows up<br><br><br>Dan walked into the bar, his eyes looked around , always aware of who was where , a skill learnt in Iraq with the Marines and honed with over two years in prison with societies bottom feeders, the bulk of males where not part of the club but were friends of the club , ascociates who took care of minor jobs that didn't need direct club involvement, some would one day belong to the club, most wouldn't.<br><br>Assorted old ladies and sweetbutts came into view, they were all good looking because goodlooking women made money for the club and from the sweetbutts came many an old lady. He'd been thinking abut hooking up with a woman in a serious way, depending on the woman he might still get as much pussy as he currently did , but it felt good to wake up with a woman in his arms and for a few hours just be a normal(ish) couple.<br><br>His eyes moved to the group around the bar and smiled he'd had Danica a couple of times and Spencer more times than he could readily count, as for Ingrid ..she was a hell of a woman but taken , she was one of the few like him who had killed for the club, his time coming just a week after getting his cut, a rival club had attacked a gun shipment in the end Dan had killed two men before the attackers rode off, he still recalled taking the dead men's jackets while sirens sounded in the distance, his Marine training keeping him calm.<br><br>He gave Chase a look and the prospect produced a beer "Welcome back Spencer " he raised his bottle very slightly in her direction and then took a big mouthful , it had been a good day , a long day and the beer felt good.
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				Post by: <strong>Xunzar</strong> on <strong>03-02-2012, 10:45:59</strong>
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				"Oh yeah, babe," murmured Leo. His eyes flashed again for a moment, then he was smiling like a rogue. "I'll feed you something alright." He grinned openly and then tucked her to his side with an arm. "Yeah, just you, I'd say." There were only so many people who could handle him when the demons got out of their cages.<br><br>He took the beer Crash'd put in front of him and took a sip before handing it to the girl next to him. He nodded at Dan. "Semper Fi," it was good to be among Marines again, especially ones who knew a little of what it was like. They hadn't been on his kind of op, but they'd been deployed, they knew more than just a brawl with a bunch of punks, what it was like to be proud to serve. He gave Danica a squeeze, and it was best to forget everything but the pride.
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				Post by: <strong>Frelance</strong> on <strong>04-02-2012, 11:34:53</strong>
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				<em>Jake arriving at the bar then joining Ingrid and the others inside</em><br><br><br>Jake put down the kick stand on his bike before he took off his helmet and hung it on his bike as he looked around at the other bikes that were parked in front of the bar as he brushed dust off of the sleeves of the grey hoody he had on under his cut. He recognized a few of the ones he was expecting to see but it still meant they had to wait for more members to show up. He smiled as he recognized Spencer’s challenger. It was good to know she was back from her trip, he always felt more relaxed when the family was all together.<br>&nbsp;<br>He pulled off his gloves and glanced down at the words worth it were tattooed across his fingers just below a detailed tattoo of what the bones of his fingers had looked like after his father had broken each one. He used the gloves to brush off a bit of dust from the faded blue jeans he had on before stuffing them into the pack he had strapped to his bike he loosened the straps enough to pull the pack free. He took one more glance around before he slung it over one shoulder and headed into the bar.<br><br>He slipped through the tables greeting a few of the people as he passed but he would move on after a few seconds. As he got to the bar he put the pack down beside Crash. “Bring this into the meeting room will ya prospect?” He glanced at Crash just long enough to make sure he had heard him before he turned away and walked around the bar to Ingrid knowing if he could trust any prospect to get a job done it was Crash. “Miss me this morning?” He asked as he slipped and arm around Ingrid’s waist. He had left a few hours before dawn to make sure he could get back with plenty of time for the meeting, at least that had been his plan but things had taken longer than expected. He looked down and chuckled as he saw exactly what she was wearing. “Well lets hope the boys can concentrate on the meeting and not just you.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lesleymoon</strong> on <strong>04-02-2012, 15:24:08</strong>
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				<em>Riley and Chase, Upstairs, His Office</em><br><br>Some of the heated sounds of that Danica heard were coming courtesy of Chase and his Old Lady, Riley. The couple were locked away in his office. And as often happened when they were alone together, things had gotten physical between them. They were a bit like teenagers in that way, unable to keep their hands off each other. <br><br>The sounds were winding down though, as a feminine figure crawled out from beneath Chase's desk, looking a bit disheveled, but not too worse for wear. Riley took a seat in his lap, and reached for the bottle of beer that sat atop his desk. She took a long drink from the bottle, then leaned in to give him a soft little kiss. An affectionate, loving kiss, not like the fiery kisses they'd shared just a few minutes ago. A quick glance at the clock on the wall told her they still had a few minutes before the meeting was supposed to start. Those things rarely started on time, but Riley hated making Chase late for them. It just didn't look good for the President to be late to them, especially because of his old lady. "And you were worried that we were gonna take too long..." she commented to him with a soft chuckle. "Took care of you with time to spare!" she said. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 18:22:33</strong>
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				<em>Crash sitting among his future brothers along with the ladies before going to the meeting room.</em><br><br>As the pack landed, Crash looked to Jake.&nbsp; The instruction were simple enough, move the package from point A to point B.&nbsp; His eyes went from the package to Jake.&nbsp; "Right."&nbsp; With ease, Crash's bottle went up and the liquid drained from it. The glass landed on the bar as his butt slid from the stool.<br><br>The pack was retrieved from the floor.&nbsp; With pack in hand, Crash set out to the meeting room.&nbsp; He went through the doors around the big boardroom table.&nbsp; The head of the table was reserved for the President.&nbsp; The next stop to the left was for the Vice President.&nbsp; Crash set the pack on the floor next to Jake's chair.&nbsp; As he paused in the great room, Crash looked around the room.&nbsp; A seat at this table was close to becoming a reality.&nbsp; He wanted this as much as he wanted to be a Marine.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>08-02-2012, 03:39:39</strong>
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				<em>Danica with Leo, right up against him at the bar.</em><br><br>There was a lot going on around her and she was kind of having trouble following every conversation. Crash got up and about, getting all the members beers. He didn't get Ingrid one but it was pretty much common knowledge that she didn't drink very often, if at all. Maybe once now and again for celebration. Even Danica knew that and she wasn't the brightest tool in the shed, now was she? <br><br>Smiling at Dan, she watched him move toward them as looked over who was at the bar.&nbsp; Leo's return comment caught her off guard and she playfully slapped his shoulder. "I mean other than your hot dog," she quipped. "I mean actual food." And not icky dog food like someone had tried to feed her once, not in their club, thankfully.&nbsp; <br><br>"Good. I don't like those threesomes that you get into." And he knew it. It was like he thought he could make her enjoy them or something. She just…didn't really enjoy being with women too much. There were a select few. She didn't like the competition, it wasn't good for business. She turned her nose up at the beer when he handed it to her and instead continued to drink her Coke. She didn't like beer, she preferred mixed drinks, or tequila or whiskey. If she was going to drink she usually needed to get blitzed so she didn't remember much of what she was doing. Unless money was involved then she usually would act drunk and pretend to drink a lot. She wasn't up for getting robbed! <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>08-02-2012, 03:49:23</strong>
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				<em>Ingrid with Jake when he arrives. With the others at the bar as well</em><br><br>It had been early when he'd left and she'd not slept good once he was gone. She knew that sometimes he would be gone for days and she honestly hated that, though she'd never say anything against it. Sometimes she had to be gone for days and it made her feel good to just hope that he felt that longing when she was gone, even if he quelled it with a sweet butt. <br><br>Grinning when she heard his bike in the distance, Ingrid's step grew a bit livelier.&nbsp; While she was his Old Lady, and a color wearing member of the club, she was still a female and though she was tougher in some ways than a lot of other women, she was just as soft and fragile in some ways as any female.&nbsp; She loved hard and deep; and she loved Jake. She even had 'Property of Jake' tattooed in a very private place that only some were privileged enough to get to see.&nbsp; Even if they weren't monogamous, she couldn't love that man any more deeply than she did and she wasn't shy about it.&nbsp; Why should she be? Did it make her weak to show that she cared? If it did she didn't give a shit. The other Old Ladies showed that they did when their men came in. <br><br>She turned toward him when he approached, glad that he'd even looked her way after he'd dealt with the prospect.&nbsp; Sometimes she thought that she could be content just being his Old Lady, but the times that she got to ride… she didn't think that she'd trade those rides for anything. There were the ones that she rode her own bike on, when they needed numbers or to be able to split up, but most of the time she chose the back of Jake's bike if they were together.&nbsp; Giggling huskily as he slipped his arm around her waist, she nodded and leaned up to give him soft little kisses on the lips, her face bright and alive, eyes dancing with happiness. "I didn't know there was going to be a meeting, just got in here and no one was working the bar… and well… from the sounds of it Chase and Riley are rearranging the furniture up there one thrust at a time."&nbsp; She giggled and turned toward him, unzipping her vest quickly, opening the leather to flash him before closing it right back up and zipping it as if she'd done nothing; save for that shit eating grin perched upon her crimson painted lips.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frelance</strong> on <strong>09-02-2012, 22:32:49</strong>
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				<em>Jake with Ingrid at the bar with the others.</em><br><br>Jake returned Ingrid's kiss then started to laugh as she said she did not know there was a meeting. "I guess I forgot to mention it then." He grinned as she flashed him then leaned in and kissed her even as she zipped up her vest again. "Well at least you made sure to bring your cut." Pulled her closer and slid his hands down the back of her vest but stopped and groaned as he closed his eyes. "The last thing I want to do is imagine what my sister does in that office." Riley had found a good man and Jake knew it but it did not mean he had to listen to what they did with each other.<br><br>He opened his eyes and pulled Ingrid against him as he kissed the side of her neck. "We might need to rearrange some furniture at home later." Even as he spoke one of his hands had come off her back only to grab a beer. He let her go and was about to go sit down when he noticed the tray sitting on the containers of pink, white, blue and yellow packets. "Still at war are you love?" He opened his beer as he ask then picked up the try just to make sure she knew what he was talking about.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 00:30:07</strong>
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				<em>Chase &amp; Riley, Presidents Office upstairs</em><br><br>Chase was in his chair, resting against the high leather with a glass of whiskey in one hand and Riley's hair in the other. Having just spilled his load into her mouth his hand came loose and fell away before she climbed up onto his lap. He took a sip from his glass and she took a sip from her bottle, washing out the taste before she affectionately kissed him. "Don't you worry love." replied the President before placing down his glass so he could take a moment to do back up his fly. He did so love sitting on his chair and watched his Riley bounce up and down. "But aye, I'll head down now." As Riley was thinking, it wasn't great form for the President to be late for a meeting when he was the one who called the meetings, especially for a bit of midday slap and tickle. <br><br>Placing a kiss on her cheek before patting her backside to usher her to get up Chase eventually rose out of his seat. He was adorned in his cut, the proud colours of the Steel Cavalry worn over a simple black t-shirt that hugged his chest like a second skin. Simple blue jeans with clear evidence of wear and tear and a pair of heavy boots on his feet. Chase took a moment to fix his own hair before giving his Old Lady a wink before stepping outside and making his way downstairs. It would appear the crew was present. <br><br><em>(OOC ~ Apologies for my delay!)</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lesleymoon</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 21:58:01</strong>
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				<em>Riley, President's Office, making her way downstairs</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Placing a kiss on her cheek before patting her backside to usher her to get up Chase eventually rose out of his seat. He was adorned in his cut, the proud colours of the Steel Cavalry worn over a simple black t-shirt that hugged his chest like a second skin. Simple blue jeans with clear evidence of wear and tear and a pair of heavy boots on his feet. Chase took a moment to fix his own hair before giving his Old Lady a wink before stepping outside and making his way downstairs. It would appear the crew was present. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Regretfully, Riley hopped out of Chase's lap. It was just about her favorite place to be, so she hated to give up her seat. But, he had things to do, and so she let him go. She gave him a quick once over as he collected himself, and nodded to him.&nbsp; With the zipping of his fly and the adjustment of his hair, he was good to go. She would take a bit more repair, so she let him head on downstairs while she collected herself. Her purse sat in a chair across the room, she went over to grab it. She pulled her makeup bag from within and set about fixing herself back up. She swiped on a fresh coat of lipstick, gave herself a spritz of perfume, and ran a brush through her blonde tresses. Chase had taken it easy on her, her hair wasn't as mussed as it sometimes was after they'd made love. <br><br>She stood up and straightened her clothing, which consisted of a short denim skirt , a snug fitting tanktop that hugged her curves deliciously. Once satisfied, she grabbed her bottle of beer and Chase's empty whiskey glass to take with her downstairs. She descended the steps and into the main bar area. She flashed a grin over to Ingrid, and slipped behind the bar to relieve her for the meeting. Ingrid was just as much an integral part of the club as any of the boys, and Riley was proud to call her a friend. "He should be in a fairly good mood, if I did my job correctly." she whispered into Ingrid's ear with a little giggle. She wasn't sure what Chase had in mind for the meeting, what issues he had to bring up. No doubt he'd give her the jist later, he usually didn't keep her in the dark about most things, however, there was quite a bit that he couldn't, wouldn't tell her. She understood that, and never tried to press the issue. She trusted that he would tell her things that she needed to know. <br><br>A bright grin was flashed to her brother, whom she was always happy to see. She'd catch up with him later for sure, unless Chase had other plans for the crew. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunzar</strong> on <strong>12-02-2012, 00:12:48</strong>
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				Leo laughed softly as he watched the club around him. It was good to be with people again; most of the time, people meant he stayed closer to sane. And being with Marines was even better. He squeezed Danica's ass and took another swig of the beer. He set it down, he didn't really like the stuff, he'd drank it back in the Corps, because it was better than nothing, but he was definitely inclined to drink the good stuff.<br><br>"Ingrid," he said, when Jake gave her a moment. "D'you have any cognac back there?" He smiled, not sure if she kept it stocked if so few of the club drank it. He turned back to Danica. "I know that. I'll feed you both ways."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elone</strong> on <strong>12-02-2012, 05:52:42</strong>
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				<em>Ghost with Spencer and all at the bar</em><br><br>Seeing Chase coming down the stairs, Ghost slid off his stool and stood. It was something he always did when the club’s leader came in to a meeting. Although it wasn’t necessary, he felt is showed respect for the man and the office. <br><br>Ghost slid his arm around Spencer, putting his lips close to her ear, “Not sure about what kind of meeting this is, but if it’s members only you might have to go. How about hanging around close by and we’ll celebrate that birthday of yours later.” Ghost ran his hand across her breast giving it a squeeze to press his point.<br><br>“Chase, what’s up man,” he called out lifting his beer in a salute as the President got to the bottom of the steps.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>12-02-2012, 06:07:46</strong>
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				Spencer, at the bar with everyone <br><br>Spencer smiled as she felt the man's lips at her ear. "Sounds like a plan, big guy." She grinned and winked at Ghost. He was a close second in her favorites of all the members. She saw Chase and then Riley come down into the main area. She had finished her drink so now it was time to work. As Riley went behind the bar to let Ingrid go on to the meeting, Spencer looked at her and smiled. "Hey Riley. What do you need me to do?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>12-02-2012, 06:18:51</strong>
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				<em>Ingrid with Jake, a little away from the others, behind the bar</em><br><br>"Sorry, sorry!" she said with a giggle, holding her hands up like a person who had a ton of police guns pointed at her.&nbsp; "I didn't mean to try to paint some mental pictures, though, you're right, our furniture could use some rearranging." Little did he know that she meant it; she'd been unhappy with the living room set up for a while now. <br><br>"Well, yeah, I knew I had to be here for something, I just couldn't remember what. You probably did tell me but you know how I am when I watch Young and the Restless…"&nbsp; It went in one ear and out the other.&nbsp; <br><br>She giggled and pinched him when he grabbed the beer, though groaned and rolled her eyes. "Yes. War. WAR! The fucking little packets!"&nbsp; She looked over at Riley when Spencer approached, shoving the tray in their direction. "This! Save me! Well, I'm saved by the meeting but shit!"&nbsp; She'd go around and count and sort and filter later.&nbsp; She shot a frustrated look out toward the tables. Some people just got stuck with turning a light switch on and off a certain number of times.&nbsp; Every table had to look the same. <br><br>Finally the sound of boots on the stairs caught her attention. "About time," she snickered, looking at Chase with a knowing glance though she said nothing.&nbsp; Riley descended behind him and Ingrid pulled up her favorite mixed drink - sprite and pink lemonade, before stepping from behind the bar. The meeting would be starting soon and that meant that Leo and Ghost would be unhanding the women. Poor horn dogs. "Yeah, Leo... but you gotta get it yourself." She smirked at him and took a drink of her non-alcoholic special. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>12-02-2012, 06:25:30</strong>
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				<em>Danica with Leo, at the bar with the others.</em><br><br>Danica chuckled when Ingrid told Leo that he'd have to get the cognac himself. She knew that Ingrid didn't work at the club, that she didn't know where everything was, and that she wasn't up for being treated like a sweet butt.&nbsp; She slid out of his grasp and behind the bar, reaching for a glass as Ingrid watched her with a smirk.&nbsp; <br><br>She poured him a double and moved back to his side. "You better," she whispered. She didn't know if she was up for how rough he could get, but what was she gonna do? Tell him no? That'd go over well, she was sure. "Enjoy the meeting."&nbsp; She didn't really have a favorite of the members, sometimes Leo frightened her. Sometimes he simply made her purr. <br><br>She needed to get Crash's room cleaned and planned to do that while he was in the meeting.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>12-02-2012, 06:30:32</strong>
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				Spencer, at the bar, getting to work<br><br>Spencer just laughed softly as the tray of sugar packets was shoved at her. "I got it, don't worry. Can't have you going postal on these helpless sugar packets. They'll be the way you like them." She grinned at Ingrid before making her way behind the bar to get to work at perfectly arranging the damn little packets. <br><br>She'd watched Ingrid enough to know that they all had to be facing the same direction and the exact same number of packets in each cup. The 21 year old focused on that at the very end of the bar, staying out of Riley's way when she took over for Ingrid.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lesleymoon</strong> on <strong>12-02-2012, 21:08:14</strong>
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				<em>Riley -&nbsp; Behind the bar</em><br><br>Riley took her favored place behind the bar, after grabbing herself a bottle of water from one of the coolers behind the bar. She uncapped it and took a long drink from the bottle, before placing it on a shelf behind the bar, out of the way. <br><br>"Let me know if you need help with those packets, Spencer." she said, glancing down at the young blonde at the other end of the bar. She would wait a few minutes, until the members of the gang filtered out to the meeting room to tackle the remaining tasks. There was plenty to be done, that was for sure. It was a never ending cycle, really. But, they had to be done and someone had to do them, and that fell to the Old Ladies and Sweetbutts. It wasn't so bad, really. There were worse jobs to be had out there. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunzar</strong> on <strong>13-02-2012, 06:01:41</strong>
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				Leo sipped the drink and nodded at Danica. She was a lot of fun most of the time. Then he turned to look over at Chase. "Hey boss." His tone was mild as he watched their leader coming down the stairs. Odds on, he'd been going at it with his Old Lady the entire time and then some; the two were damn near legendary.<br><br>He patted Danica's ass and took another sip. "So, what's the plan?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frelance</strong> on <strong>14-02-2012, 09:41:46</strong>
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				<em>Jake at the bar with the group</em><br><br><br>Jake just rolled his eyes as Ingrid held up her hands. “Sure, sure I will just have to punish you for that later.” He grinned at her before taking a swig of his beer. He chuckled and tapped her forehead. “TV is melting you brain love. You need to be careful what you watch.” He took a step back after she pinched him so he was not in the way. He smiled as he watched Ingrid for a few more moments then let his eyes scan the rest of the group around the bar.<br><br>He glanced over at the stairs when he heard her snicker. When saw Chase and Riley coming downstairs he tried to keep the mental image of what they had been doing out of his head.&nbsp; “Good now we can get the ball rolling.” He moved to the other side of the bar and sat down to wait. When Riley got behind the bar and smiled at him he smiled back. Unless Chase had something urgent for him to do he would catch up with his sister before he spent some time with his old lady. When Chase got to them he listened to Leo’s question before speaking up. “After he gets some fluids in him we should get this thing started.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>16-02-2012, 23:13:00</strong>
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				<em>Chase getting the meeting started</em><br><br>"We'll start now if you don't mind." Chase informed as he made his way across the wide open room that was the generally gathering point for the club. He was making a direct line for the back room where they had their meetings. It was strictly club members only behind those big wooden doors with the Steel Cavalry symbol carved into them. No Old Ladies allowed, even if they were there to just drop in a drink. The Club only. Behind the large wooden doors was the room itself, dominated by the round table at its center. The Cavalry might not have been Knights but even Arthur would have been impressed. The tallest chair at the round table was facing the door, it was of course the chair for the King. It meant walking the most to get to his chair but for the impression of sitting there, with his VP and Officers on either side and then the lower ranked members further around it was worth it. There was a safe in one corner and a desktop computer on a table next to it. The computer was actually a decoy, everyone used laptops these days. <br><br>The President took his seat, sitting back into the leather with a hand extended to the table, taking out a little beat while the crew assembled. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunzar</strong> on <strong>17-02-2012, 00:40:56</strong>
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				Leo gave Danica's ass another grope and followed the bossman. He was always a little restless with the sort of opulence used by the Cavalry. Not with luxury, per se, because heaven knew he didn't live in a hovel, but he didn't feel quite at home in elegant surroundings when planning. He was used to something more clinical at best. Sometimes, planning took place in some tiny room on a destroyer. He still wasn't used to it. But his brothers looked out for him, they'd helped get him back into the realm of the sane most of the time. And he had brother Marines too. He'd face down the madness combat risked for him to watch their backs.<br><br>He sat down at the table and sipped his drink. He'd chosen a seat on the side, with easy access and line of sight to the door and the boss. Training died hard. The question was a matter of the agenda, and for that, he would have to wait.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elone</strong> on <strong>17-02-2012, 06:16:25</strong>
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				<em>Ghost entering the meeting room</em><br><br>As Chase moved across the room he announced that the meeting would get started. No hello how are you or nothing. Ghost found that to be one thing that annoyed him about Chase. Sometimes it seemed he was too much about business and not enough about his brothers. Ghost had a lot more of an easygoing manner, but then again, he was not the president, and Chase may have a lot on his mind.<br><br>“Looks like it’s time to go, later.” he whispered to Spencer, as he passed by her where she busied herself at the end of the bar. Ghost grabbed a couple of beers to take to the meeting as he made his way to the room.&nbsp; When going through the door he kissed his fist and planted it on the Cavalry symbol as he entered, another one of his quirky habits. Like Leo, Ghost moved to a chair on the side of the table, always the best place to be if there was trouble, not that that was likely during the meeting. His experience in GI bars overseas had stayed with him and he always tried to get his back to the wall and stay away from the aisles. Ghost thought he sensed a bit of tension in Chase and wondered what was up.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>17-02-2012, 07:13:57</strong>
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				Dan had said very little while waiting for the meeting to start, his eyes moved around the sweetbutts, but always going back to Spencer , Ghost seemed to be taking an interest in her right now , there was no jealousy of course , why would there be, he didn't know if Spencer had taken every guy in the club and it wasn't his place to ask considering he'd taken every sweetbutt attached to the club.<br><br>Still with Spencer there was the vague notion that something might one day happen, thou no words had really been exchanged, but when waking up to her in the morning it didn't just feel normal...it felt right.<br><br>His mind switched to business when Chase showed and called chapel, he moved into the meeting room and took his place , like the other ex military he chose to keep the door in view as much as hierarchy allowed.He waited now his mind and body calm when business was discussed he took the most clinical of stances.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>17-02-2012, 08:11:00</strong>
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				<strong>Spencer, back to work</strong><br><br>Spencer smiled down at Riley. "I think I can handle it, but will let you know if I need help." She liked Riley and they had always gotten along pretty well. She nodded to Ghost as he whispered to her. She had seen Dan come in and, like always, whenever she saw him or was around him...her heart started racing. Spencer did her best to keep it on the downlow, but he was her favorite and she had a crush on him. It always felt perfectly right when they were together and if he ever asked or even considered the possibility of making her his old lady, she would jump at the chance.<br><br>She sent Dan a sweet smile as he walked past the bar, it was like he had the ability to turn her into a giddy schoolgirl with a crush.<br><br>Spencer had to put in a little more effort into focusing on the little packets because she'd been distracted. Working efficiently to put the same number of packets into each cup and making sure that they were all facing the same way, it made her smile as she finally got them all done. She finished and went around to wipe down the tables before carefully picking up and walking around to put a cup on each table.
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				Post by: <strong>Frelance</strong> on <strong>17-02-2012, 09:07:56</strong>
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				<em>Jake at the bar and going into the meeting</em><br><br>Jake turned to Riley as Chase headed for the meeting room. "I will catch up with you tonight if there is time." He stood up and took his beer with him as he walked through the club towards the meeting. He stopped once or twice when someone spoke to him but he either kept it short or just told to person he would speak with them later before moving on.<br><br>When he passed through the open doors and heard Chase taping out a beat on the table Jake started to wonder what Chase had called the meeting for. He knew he had not touched base with Chase in a few days which got him to thinking about what could have cropped up in those few days. He made his way around the table until he took the seat just to the left of Chase. Setting his beer on the table he tried to relax and calm his mind knowing that whatever was up he would know soon enough. <br><br>As he waited for the meeting to start he absentmindedly flexed his tattooed hand. It was more of a habit since the pain from his injurer had never gone completely left. His hand would start to hurt now and then with no real pattern to it.
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				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>17-02-2012, 22:28:54</strong>
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				<em>Ingrid, moving from the bar to the meeting room</em><br><br>Flitting about like a little social butterfly focused on one flower, Ingrid floated over to where Jake sat, intent on rebutting the comment about tv melting her brain and to give him some ideas about 'rearranging' furniture. That show was one she'd watched as a wee one, though it had been about five years behind what the US had shown.&nbsp; It had been right easy to play catch up!&nbsp; "The plan involves you in stockings and a dress," Ingrid joked. Like the meeting business was going to be handled right there with his little whore on his hip! He knew better and she knew that he knew better… and he knew that she knew that he knew that she knew that…wait… what?&nbsp; She'd gotten her own self confused with her joke.&nbsp; Ingrid shook her head as if to clear it and then smooched Jake's cheek before scooting off to goose Riley as she followed Chase to their destination, boots thunking lightly on the wooden floor. <br><br>As her legs carried her toward the meeting room, she knew that she was the only Old Lady that got to be in there. The knowledge of how special her position was wasn't lost on her and she felt supremely humbled to hold the role that she did. Women were not traditionally in the actual club, but she did hope that changed in the future. She was the start, she didn't think that they'd ever be equal and knew that most women didn't have the same outlook on things that she did. Most of the old ladies turned their head about what their men did; staying true while their men did what they wanted. Jake didn't require that of her and one day she was pretty sure that what they both did in private might be joined in one bed… The idea of a foursome always made her hot but at the same time while she knew that Jake was with others and he knew that she was, she didn't know how either one of them would handle seeing each other with another person.&nbsp; There'd been the time when she was a prospect when Jake had just been minutes away from catching her with her pussy wrapped around Chase's pole.&nbsp; Back in those days she wasn't much higher at all than a sweet butt;&nbsp; earning her stripes had been largely on her back and it wasn't really something that she was proud of.&nbsp; It wasn't that she'd fucked her way in, she'd done what was required of any prospect. The requirements of her had just been somewhat higher than the men had to face. <br><br>While her fiancé sat beside Chase, she took her spot across from them. She was just a member, not an officer or anyone of specific note, though she sure did stick out like a sore thumb with all the dangling dicks in the room. She'd made a joke about 'Cleetus envy' once, rather embarrassing herself because she had been trying to make a play on the word clit, similar to penis envy… but hadn't realized that Cleetus was a man's name. She'd taken a good ribbing for that one and hadn't tried her hand at any more of those jokes, though she'd cussed them soundly in German for her embarrassment. <br><br>Seeing Crash in the room, she snickered, giggling and wiggling as she pointed her thumb over her shoulder. "Out, Prospect!" she roared in a deep voice, being silly. It would be one of the last times that he'd be thrown out of the meeting room for a meeting and so she was going to give him hell about it. Would make the pride feel all the better for him when he was finally able to stand on his own two feet and take a seat beside her and the other Men of Mayhem.&nbsp; She was looking forward to seeing his colors presented. Might even shed a happy tear for the rascal. <br><br>Taking her seat, she watched her lover flexing his hand, listened to Chase tap out his tune, heard the chairs scraping across the floor as everyone got settled. Her eyes flickered with worry that Jake's hand might be giving him pain again.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>17-02-2012, 22:45:16</strong>
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				&nbsp;<em>Danica with Leo, then alone with the girls, then heading up to clean Crash's room and the office</em><br><br>When the men [and lone female] started filing out, she started picking up the empty beer bottles and didn't really say much to the women at the moment; Leo had her mind spinning.&nbsp; She had a bit of a history with the man. He was the one who had rescued her, the one who had brought her in.&nbsp; She'd done worse when near Daytona, a lot worse, and she didn't regret how her life had turned out as much as some might think.&nbsp; She liked sex, liked experiencing things with people. None of the sex had any emotional attachment and that was one of the few things that ate at her from time to time.&nbsp; Her life had been pretty happy before she'd gone to Bike Week the first time with Cheston. She'd been in high school, an honor student, had a bright future and several scholarships lined up. She'd wanted to be a nurse but had also thought about being a veterinarian. Any of those dreams were shot now. <br><br>The club offered her a protection that she didn't have outside of it. Simply put Danica didn't feel safe away from the members. She didn't really go shopping alone, she hadn't bought a car because it offered her too much independence and she <em>needed</em> someone with her. She supposed that part of her feared that she'd be found and that they'd take her back. She didn't want to go back to where she'd been two years before. The mere thought always made her cry. Gave her nightmares. Made her queasy and sometimes she couldn't control the nausea.&nbsp; She didn't tell Spencer a lot about it, not wanting to burden her friend, but she'd shared some of the details. She trusted Spencer implicitly. She just hoped that Spencer hadn't figured out how weak she was.&nbsp; <br><br>As she did Leo. Leo knew some… he had his ways of making women talk as he made them scream. Part of her need that as much as the other part of her was disgusted by his roughness. As much as she hated it sometimes, his ways made her feel safe. He loved to hurt her, to make her cry. Bleed. To ache for days to a week after he was through with her. Other times he was gentle, sweet. Caring. <br><br>Danica laughed overhearing the conversation. "It's just sugar… sweet n low… equal… splenda… Not everyone is scared of them like Ingrid!" She knew that the woman would smack her upside the head or slap her bottom for it, neither blow hard but rather teasing instead.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She'd seen how Dan seemed to gravitate, at least his eyes, toward Spencer and how Spencer seemed to return it. She wondered if there was something there and hoped that her friend found happiness. <br><br>"Alright, gonna clean the office and Crash's room since he's not in it… should I look out for any puddles that I might slip in, Riley?" she joked playfully before she darted up the stairs with her cleaning bucket in hand. She peered down from over the railing.&nbsp; "Dunno why he still stays here; the apartment above mine and Spencer's is empty now."&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>17-02-2012, 23:09:46</strong>
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				<em>Chase opens the floor for new sources of income</em><br><br>Chase watched as everyone got together, his Avengers assembled at the meeting table. His eyes moved to each one as they arrived. His VP taking the position to his immediate side. Jake was capable, tough and clever. It was no surprise he made a good VP. The Scotsman scanned Dan next. A classic Montana boy and former military, like quite a few in the group. Wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty either. People who were both reliable and talented were valuable. Chase knew the worth of that. Then of course there was Ingrid. The Club's first female member <em>and</em> first Woman of Mayhem. German efficiency wasn't just a trait in their engineering. First time Chase had met her she reluctantly took a mouth full of Scottish fluid to convince him she'd do anything to prospect. Truth be told he expected her prospect/sweetbutt status would have turned to just sweetbutt after a week or two but she earned her position at the table fair and square. Jake was a lucky man. Then of course there was Leo. He had a story similar to Chase. Got home from the wars and found civilian life hard to get back into, found brotherhood in the riders and soon enough wasn't looking back. Chase was pretty sure Leo would take a bullet for any man (or Ingrid) in the group. Luckily he was talented enough that he didn't have to take a bullet, he could put them in the other guys first. Last but not least, old man Josh. Sure he was only eight years Chase's senior, but everyone had something you slagged them for. Still....at six foot one and weighing over two hundred pounds he was Grade A Steel Cavalry material. Have a few grains of wisdom too. <br><br>They weren't the most dangerous club, or the biggest. But they were Chase's club and he's die before seeing them all go down. Except Ingrid. He had seen her go down <em>loads</em> of times but that was an entirely different matter. That being said there wasn't any threat that would put them all away, things were very good for the Cavalry right now. Very good in fact. <br><br>"Alright me laddies..and lassy. I don't need to be remindin'yea that we're doing good with the guns. Plenty o'green for us recently and I don't mean the Irish." his fingers stopped tapping now and he just looked around at his crewmembers, a smile playing on his face. "There's been some talk over the passed few weeks about'us startin' somethin new, well I told yea when we were ready we'd talk about it, idn't aye? With the gun runnin' safe an nobodah in a place ta threaten us we can start somethin'new. Well ay'm offerin the floor now. Who's got some idea's for us?" There had been whispers in the wind about pornography, prostitution and gambling off the top of his head. Pornography was legal but expensive to start properly, they'd need locations and equipment that didn't come cheap, not to mention the people they'd need to hire aside from the talent. Prostitution was the easier version of that, get the local drugged up bitches who needed cash or the Sweetbutts who thought it would get them some favour and put them to work. Would still mean people who have to keep then safe. A battered up whore was little use. Then of course there was gambling, Chase had gambled on the footie and horseracing himself, but setting up a proper gambling ring would be timely and costly.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunzar</strong> on <strong>18-02-2012, 00:56:14</strong>
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				"As tasteless as it is to suggest," murmured Leo as he leaned back, "prostitution is always a good business. No matter where you are, there are men who will want some pussy. And a lot of them will pay good money for it." He cocked his head. "Though, to tell the truth, the money might be better made selling boys' assholes. That's harder for a lot of men to find, and they'd pay handsomely for the opportunity to do some pretty boy." He sipped his drink.<br><br>"There's also human trafficking, of course. But that kind of operation might step on toes that we really do <em>not</em> want to step on. Certain interests are involved in that kind of thing and might take offense if we got involved, despite the high profit potential for us. Of course, we could cross the two and take a leaf out of certain foreign methods: kidnap girls, and possibly boys, and put them to work in a brothel. No need to pay them for that. Though I have to say that I'm against the idea, it needs to be stated anyway, if only to get it out of the way." He frowned at his drink. Danica was too close to that for it to sit well with him. He actually looked a little sick as he contemplated the idea. That girl was...damaged in ways that disturbed him. And he had done some seriously fucked up shit when he was deployed; sometimes you needed a prisoner to talk to you.<br><br>He set down the glass and sighed. "Drugs have their own risks, especially since we're so close to the border. The cartels use Miami as a base to drop their loads, so we'd have to run through their teeth while sitting in the back yard. I'm a little more confident that we could take them on than those guys who traffick in humans, but it'd be costly and dangerous."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>18-02-2012, 01:12:30</strong>
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				It least half a dozen times a month he'd have a woman's car hooked up to his truck and he'd get offered pussy to unhook the car and forget about the cost, but when you could get free quality pussy whenever you wanted it , taking up offers of sex to clear a debt didn't always make good sense , especially when the club grow or died by how much money was brought it, legit or otherwise.<br><br>Of course that didn't mean he turned the women down he just got someone else to pay for the towing fee and he had a number of guys numbers in his cell phone who would pay for a goodlooking women especially when the cost was upwards of half the normal price, when the guys finished screwing the woman Dan would have his turn and then release the car.<br><br>The demand was always there and the supply was huge and the money would roll in, plus the club could do with an&nbsp; increased number of sweetbutts, Dan's mind wandered to Spencer as his eyes moved to Ghost, if Ghost took her tonight it didn't matter, but the idea of her working the streets or screwing random john's turned his stomach, there was only one way to stop that from happening.<br><br>"Running hookers is always a good way to make income, theres a massive demand for quality pussy and theres a lot of quality pussy out there the only major expense is the cost of having guys make sure the women get paid by the punters and make sure the punters play by the rules." Dan paused for a few moments "there are other things we can do but in terms of profit against cost, prostitution is the way to go...we can have cheap little crack whores working the streets as well as run some high class girls" <br><br>Dan Smiled "While Leo's right boys would make a lot more money doing whatever the hell they do ,but I'd rather leave that one alone we definately don't want to be called the Blue Oyster Motorcycle Club" thinking back to the good old days when Police Academy was funny ....way...way back in time.<br><br>There were other ideas he'd heard in passing over the last few weeks, the only one he'd been seriously against was drug running, it didn't mean he wouldn't do it if that was the will of the club..but the risks were beyond any other option...when it came to drugs you were dealing with bastards who'd sell their grand mother if it ensured a biggest slice of the pie..screwing over a small Motorcycle club wouldn't even cause some of these pricks to blink
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>18-02-2012, 01:59:29</strong>
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				<em>Ingrid with everyone in the meeting</em> {Please tag your posts, guys. It's kind of tedious but it will come to be needed, I promise, you'll thank me later at least once.}<br><br>Ingrid's nose wrinkled up and she stuck her tongue out. "Can't we go for something where people are <em>willing</em> to do it? Everywhere around here, every corner filled with fucking Cubans selling drugs to school kids. Those kids grow to be adults if they live that long. Males and female all strung out and wanting a fix. Hey, I don't like it and can't stand the thought of it, but why not cash in before they kill themselves anyway? Most of them would spread their legs or asses for money to get their next fix. Yeah, we're enabling them, sure, but who knows, maybe the money will be a draw more than the drugs eventually."&nbsp; She looked sick when human trafficking was brought up.&nbsp; No way in hell would she be involved with that. She'd seen too much of that shit, too many people fucked up because someone stole them from their lives. Getting a bounty had sometimes meant pretending to be someone else; not everyone was goddamn Dog the Bounty Hunter with his big ass redneck mullet. <br><br>"There's also modeling. Could start a modeling agency and use it as a cover for something. Everyone thinks they're hot enough to wear Calvin Klein's name stamped on their forehead."&nbsp; She snickered. <br><br>She sobered when Dan brought up running hookers. She nodded. "I am not for selling people, other than their twats and only if they're willing. Drugs I will not touch. I don't even want to be around them." As a former addict and someone who had reached rock bottom she didn't need that shit in her life. "I don't want stepping on people's toes. I don't want involved in all of that with the drug gangs and the little piss ants that think they had a hard life growing up in the hood just because no one would give them a slice of bread." She huffed indignantly. Body counts would rise pretty fast and she was pretty sure that the little poser bastards would all be trampled down fast, going up against a bunch of ex-military wasn't in their best interests. "Drug circles, the Cubans… We should steer clear of.&nbsp; I vote we cash in on their leftovers." <br><br>"Hell, when I worked as a bondage photographer, people there were getting twenty-five dollars an hour and it was just a small company. I'm telling you, put it out there that people can be a model or an actress and the place will line up. When they get here… make them audition."&nbsp; She chuckled. "On their knees." <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunzar</strong> on <strong>18-02-2012, 02:14:20</strong>
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				<em>Leo, at the meeting</em><br><br>"I didn't say I liked the idea of trafficking." Leo had been pretty sickened by the notion himself, but for the sake of Danica instead of himself. He'd been too scarred by now to really care otherwise. "And I'm not really in favor of starting a drug war. Hell, the DEA'd be down on us like a ton of bricks if we did. And they'd bring the ATFE with them. We don't need that kind of heat."<br><br>He shook his head slowly. "I'd rather keep the street-trash out of the way. Not unless we're gonna keep them on-site where we can keep them fed, otherwise they waste away too fast. But if you get the addicts, we can have them do things no one outside our staff'd do and make enough to keep them fed. Or we can use them until they don't sell and then toss 'em out. Regardless, I'd suggest that we screen the Johns; one bad dick and we've got STDs pouring out of our girls."<br><br>Leo picked up his drink and took another sip. "You have a point there, Ingrid. The amateur business is pretty good. We can probably get a good stream of girls, especially if we lure them from further away. It'll be easier if we don't have local fathers asking questions. Colleges'd be a good place to recruit. Actually, we could probably recruit full-time talent for Sweetbutts from there, too. Plenty of wild girls 'round those places."<br><br>Pussy was an easy business. It didn't take his skills to make it work most of the time, but that was ok. He sighed. "I know this is off the wall, but maybe we could also look at legit options? They make less money, but there are plenty of them. Especially if we muscle out the competition."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elone</strong> on <strong>18-02-2012, 06:52:39</strong>
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				<em>Ghost at the meeting<br></em><br>“Here’s the way I see it.” Ghost interjected into the conversation. “First, about the drug business. Look where we are, in Miami, coke is king around here but that is pretty much the domain of the Columbians and the Cubans and we are not equipped to be steppin’ on their toes. It’s the same with other drugs, the territories are all marked out and besides we would have to have a distribution network unless we sell to dealers. The only real choice in that realm would be meth. Then we have a problem of getting the stuff made, it’s easily done, but still, we have to move it. I’m not sure if we have the contacts to do all that.” Ghost paused for a minute and looked around the room. He had nothing against the drug trade, it was profitable and he really didn’t give a shit if people wanted to fuck themselves up on the stuff. Hell he has used about everything at one time or another, but was smart enough not to get a habit.<br><br>“Second, prostitution, now that is something we could set up without too much difficulty. I’m pretty sure we could recruit the women whether it is street whores or escorts. We can always use a few more women around here and then move them out. If they do it willingly it would be better than forcing someone, just a lot less hassle and they are less likely to go to the cops. The same goes for porn, it’s a business that is semi legit, there are a lot of hot women on the beaches and colleges who think they can be models. It’s just a small step from that to porn and from porn to prostitution, they go hand in hand.”<br><br>“Here’s another thought, what do we know about? The answer, cars and bikes. There’s a good port here and a steady stream of stolen stuff going out in containers to overseas locations. We all know how to boost a bike or car. All we need to do is find a buyer, deliver the goods and get paid. Maybe not so lucrative as some of the other ideas, but expensive cars will get us thousands apiece. We could probably hire out some of the stealing.”<br><br>Ghost took a long drink from his beer before continuing. “One more thing, we’ve all done some violence and some killing in our lives, hell, the gun business is no picnic, but if we get into drugs it will mean some serious wars. I know we are all capable, but do we really need that shit?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lesleymoon</strong> on <strong>18-02-2012, 17:40:30</strong>
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				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.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>19-02-2012, 06:01:56</strong>
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				<em>Danica, leaning over the banister, making sure not to lose her white top</em><br><br>"Well that's less than interesting. Oh. Was gonna lighten your load, but okay, I won't touchies!"&nbsp; She grinned brightly, showing off the white even teeth that her father had paid the orthodontist for. <br><br>Moving from over the railing, she proceeded down the hall to Crash's room, picking up any dirty laundry and tossing them into a garbage bag that she wrote his name on with a sharpie. "Crashs's Crap!" She giggled as she wrote it and then sniffed the marker before making a face. "Geesh, they don't smell like the ones with the metal casing, but they sure do stink!"&nbsp; She put the marker in a cup in her cleaning bucket and pulled out a dust rag, wiping down what furniture was in the room before heading to the closet in the hall.&nbsp; She fetched a broom and dust pan, and pulled out the rolling mop bucket, a mop, and a bottle of cleaning solution.&nbsp; <br><br>Her thoughts went to various members of the club. Chase… he was just hot. It made her sad to sleep with him because of Riley. She felt like she was stabbing the sweet woman in the back. Thankfully he didn't call on her much.&nbsp; Jake was fun, always made her smile and she knew that Ingrid got around too, but always went home to him at night.&nbsp; Leo… he just scared the shit out of her most of the time, hurt her more than anyone else even though she liked a great deal of it, but made her feel safer than anyone else. Couldn't put her finger on that one and she wasn't going to try. Why want something that she couldn't have? Did nothing for her but make her cry and start doubting how happy she was in her life, which was never good.&nbsp; Dan… well, she avoided him when she could, mostly because it seemed that Spencer favored him, thought he was ugly as fuck even if he was a sweet guy. He just didn't excite her.&nbsp; Josh was a sweet heart for sure, she wondered if he had the Kama Sutra down pat by heart or something.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunzar</strong> on <strong>19-02-2012, 09:48:31</strong>
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				<em>Nephi, riding up and entering the hangout</em><br><br>Nephilah Graves gunned the engine as her bike ate up the road to the local club. It was time to ride into town. She felt that she needed a lever-action across her back to complete the proper image, but she didn't need cops asking questions. The blonde skidded to a halt outside the club's hangout and dropped the kickstand on her bike. It was enough trouble to get the open-carry permit for this state, she didn't want cops bothering her about legally carried rifles, so she made do without.<br><br>She pushed open the door and stepped inside. Today she had on a cropped white tank top under her denim jacket. The jacket itself was a little short on her, but sported a dozen assorted colors along the chest and back. Boots thudded as she walked over to the bar and took a seat. She tugged the cliched hat off her head and set it on the bar.<br><br>Nephi grinned at the women. "Hey ya'll," she said without preamble. She fidgeted a little to get comfortable, with the SiG at her hip and a Anaconda in the middle of her back, she had enough lead with her, but they made it tricky to sit comfortably sometimes. Finally she sighed and pulled the knife from the sheath and her hip and set it on the bar. That was just enough to make it possible to sit. "Any chance of a beer for a thirsty trav'ler?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>20-02-2012, 23:02:37</strong>
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				<em>Chase in on the meeting</em><br><br>Chase listened, taking mental note of the good idea's and mental note of the stupid idea's. Not that it was overtly important. He already had a good idea of who was a clever clogs and who was a thick as the shit of two pigs. The overall majority appeared to agree that prostitution was the way to go. The only time he spoke up was when Ingrid made what was possibly a joke but more then likely quite serious about making young wannabe models audition on their knees. "Found memories you'd like others to get to experience?" His face carried the smug smile of someone who had enjoyed his little quip. It was all good natured banter. <br><br>When enough idea's had been thrown around he eventually spoke up again. It was essential to keep things moving. "Alright my laddies and lassy, it seems the fan favourite is prostitution. Gettin'in on this is no laughing matter now, do you hear me? If we're goin to do this, we do it right. We stay the hell away from those filthy crack hoores, not enough income and too much hassle. We get girls that know how to keep their mouths shut but for when they're told to make an 'O' an'can carry themselves about normally if the cops are sniffed about. So here's what we're goin'to do, we find someone already in the game, know's the ins and outs, some pimp or madame on our outskirts. Someone who had stock already but needs protection and investment which we can provide. That's our in." He stopped for a moment to let it sink in. "Now....is there anybody who disagrees?" His eyes ran around the table, making contact with each person and giving them a chance to speak up.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunzar</strong> on <strong>20-02-2012, 23:24:25</strong>
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				<em>Leo, at the meeting</em><br><br>Leo grinned. "Well, boss," he said, "strikes me that they might not have needed protection until we decided to get into the game, right?" He sipped the last of the drink and set it down. "In fact, we could probably sell insurance, if you get my meaning." He cocked his head slightly. "Though we should look to expand, there're a lot of girls in down here 'round summer who'd be thrilled to get to be on a porno." He shook his head. "Silly, but it's true, boss. Those girls'd be happy to do whatever we told 'em. Especially if they sign a contract beforehand."<br><br>He seemed amused by the whole idea. "I could look into how to write the kind of contract that'd be legally binding for them to do whatever we wanted, within a certain degree of reason and legality, for a period of time. I mean, shit, that stuff is worth a fortune. Especially the real amateurs." Leo sighed. "But it does seem a little unsporting to do things legal, even if it'd be profitable."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>21-02-2012, 01:22:21</strong>
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				<em>Ingrid with the others in the meeting</em><br><br>She narrowed her eyes slightly when Chase made a comment.&nbsp; If she wasn't one hundred percent certain that he was just being himself, an ass, then she would do something that he would remember her for.&nbsp; Would she ever be seen as one of the guys? She didn’t hear him quipping at any of them… Ass. How many times had she bit her tongue and wanted to tell him that sucking his cock had <em>not</em> been the milestone moment of her life? Smug ass. She blew him a kiss. "I think you remember it more memorably than I do. Save for Riley it was probably the best head you ever had in your life."&nbsp; &nbsp;Ah. The joking amongst family.<br><br>Either way she listened when he started speaking, giving his opinion and how things wanted him to go.&nbsp; Snickering at Leo, she shook her head. "Yeah, <em>you</em> would be the one to seriously think of porn. You gonna be a star, then?" She flicked her tongue at him and started laughing. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunzar</strong> on <strong>21-02-2012, 01:34:49</strong>
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				<em> Leo, at the meeting</em><br><br>Leo rolled his eyes at the exchange between Ingrid and Chase. "Ouch." He shook his head. He had no problem with Ingrid, she was just another brother on the battlefield, she just had different equipment. He'd met enough dangerous women to know better than to assume that women were inferior. More dangerous, really, since people liked to forget that they could be just as malicious as a man.<br><br>"I don't think I said anything about that, Ingrid. All I said was that it's a profitable enterprise." Leo raised an eyebrow at her. "And it's not like there's a huge cash outlay on the amateur stuff, either. Just a camera and find some women. Plenty of those on the beaches." He would have stuck his tongue out at her, but that wouldn't have gotten them anywhere. "But you can ask around and see if anyone thinks I'm qualified." He winked at her, he'd have said the same thing to a man. Probably worse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lesleymoon</strong> on <strong>21-02-2012, 18:07:44</strong>
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				<em>Riley - Behind The Bar</em><br><br>Riley had just finished freshening up the ice in the coolers when the flash of sunlight pouring in alerted her to a new arrival to the clubhouse. Now normally this wouldn't be any big deal, as club members came and went all the time. But all the club members were currently in the meeting. It could have been one of the other sweetbutts* popping in, but one could never be too careful. Riley reached for the Louisville Slugger kept behind the bar, fingers wrapping around the handle. She held tight to the bat until she could determine the identity of the new arrival. Once her eyes adjusted from the shot of sunlight, and the figure approached was she able to relax. It was Nephi, a friend of the club. She let go of the bat, just as the blond biker got comfortable on a stool. She nodded politely, and when Nephi asked for a beer, she grabbed one from the cooler, and popped the top. "There you go." she said as she placed the cold beer in front of Nephi. "So what brings you by?" she asked curiously. <br><br><br>(( *I figure there are other sweetbutts and other members of the club aside from the PCs, so thats what I was referring to, not one of the established sweetbutts. If that makes sense ))
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunzar</strong> on <strong>22-02-2012, 01:20:05</strong>
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				<em>Nephi, at the bar</em><br><br>When she saw Riley reaching for the bat, Nephi's hand had drifted to the small of her back for a moment before she checked the motion. It was an automatic response. She knew that the pleasant woman wasn't going to brain her, but she couldn't help the move of her hand. She stopped it before it made it behind her back and she smiled an open smile at Riley.<br><br>The blonde took a deep swig of the beer and grinned. "Lot's of stuff, darlin'." She'd already drained half the bottle as she sighed and set it down. "Officially, I'm not here at all. Ya'll don't need me pokin' around the club's business, no problems to investigate or nothin'." She winked. "Unofficially, I'm here 'cause ya'll are a blast. And I'm on vacation right now, if you want to get technical. I'm just hangin' 'round here. Of course, I'm an extra gun if somethin' goes horrible wrong, but mostly I was just lookin' to chat."<br><br>She finished the beer and set it down, careful not to leave a ring on the bar. "So what've you been up to, darlin'?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>22-02-2012, 05:58:30</strong>
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				<em>Spencer, working her way around the bar</em><br><br>Spencer noticed Riley's hand move towards the bat and this concerned her, but she relaxed when she saw who had just come in. There was no threat from Nephi coming into the bar, she was a friend of the club and more than welcome. She finished wiping down the tables and cleaning up before making her way back to the bar. "Hey there, Nephi. Back so soon?" She grinned at the blonde before looking up at Riley. "You need any help with inventory or anything?"<br><br>As good as it had been to have been back in Savannah with old friends and family, it was even better being back home in Miami. Her father and brothers were ever present in Savannah, they always had been way too protective of her, even though Spencer had proven time and time again that she was more than capable of taking care of herself. She loved the three to death and would hurt anyone who so much as threatened them, but sometimes they were a bit much. Especially when it came to her love life. She still hadn't told her father that his little girl was a sweetbutt, she wasn't quite sure how that would go over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lesleymoon</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 22:03:34</strong>
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				<em>Riley - Behind The Bar Chatting</em><br><br>Riley nodded a bit at Nephi's comment about not being there "officially". She was probably right, that the club didn't need her poking around in any official capacity. Some things were better left unexplored, she'd learned. "Vacation? That sounds nice." she said. <br><br>"I've been up to the usual, slinging suds and keeping Chase in line. Thats almost a full time job." she chuckled softly after that statement. She glanced over her shoulder, toward the back where the club was meeting. "Speaking of, they're in a meeting right now." she told Nephi. "Not sure what about, or how long its supposed to take." she said. "But they don't usually drag these things out too long." <br><br>She glanced over at Spencer, and shook her head.&nbsp; "I'm just about done with the inventory." she said. "Come on over and join us, Spencer. I havent had a chance to ask how your birthday was!" she said. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 23:31:28</strong>
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				<em>Danica, cleaning Crash's room, heading downstairs at the clubhouse.</em><br><br>Knowing that Crash wouldn't be part of the meeting, she had secretly hoped that he would come up to his room. She had a fondness for a man that she considered a friend and knew that soon he would be allowed to take her when and where he wanted. That made her sad a bit, it was fun having an equal of sorts for a while. She was going to miss that. <br><br>Crash must have been busy down stairs. Danica decided to just get on with the cleaning and gathered up the rest of his dirty laundry, sorted into two loads of dark and light.&nbsp; Laundry. She hated doing it but it was part of it so long as he resided there at the clubhouse.<br><br>Her footsteps sounded on the stairs as she made her way down and toward the laundry room in the back. Seeing Nephi she nodded, though she couldn't wave, and hurried to start a load of Crash's clothing. <br><br>"Almost done cleaning," she uttered to Riley, still a bit bummed that Crash hadn't found his way upstairs. It made her feel rejected though she knew that it was a stupid way to feel.&nbsp; "Gotta get stuff put back and stuff but…" She got herself a Coke. "Yeah, how was your birthday, Spencer?" <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elone</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 07:08:34</strong>
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				<em>Ghost, at the meeting</em><br><br>Ghost listened to all the suggestions that had come forward as he sat back and finished another beer. He was never one to make waves at a meeting, but it seemed to him that there was a lot of interest in the porn business, besides, he was always looking for some new pussy and fucking some used up whore wasn’t his idea of a good time. Not wanting to get in a conflict with Chase about it, hell, the club wasn’t exactly a democracy, but being the oldest member he felt he could express an opinion without too much shit hitting the fan.<br><br>“Chase,” Ghost started in response to the president’s question, “why can’t we look at supplying whores from two directions?&nbsp; Ingrid’s idea of models could work for us, with a twist. The whole thing could be a way of getting girls in here thinking they are going to be stars, or porn stars at least. From there, as I said, it is a small step to getting them selling that pussy. Hell, isn’t that what pimping is all about?” <br><br>“On a totally different subject, we’ve got a prospect, Crash, who is about due to become a member. Any ideas on his initiation, or shall we put that off for another time?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 04:01:55</strong>
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				<em>Crash back at the bar</em><br><br>Crash was admiring the history of the club that hung on the wall in the meeting room.&nbsp; He was lost in his thoughts as the members began to enter.&nbsp; Reality was brought forward by Ingrid's voice.&nbsp; With a nod to the members, Crash left the room behind.&nbsp; <br><br>He made his way back to the bar.&nbsp; What he wouldn't do to be in the meeting.&nbsp; This was his life now.&nbsp; This was his family.&nbsp; His heart, mind, and spirit wanted to be member.<br><br>Crash made his way through the bar.&nbsp; His destination was the can.&nbsp; It was a long ride either and a few beers at the bar was playing havoc.&nbsp; He was indeed of a piss and didn't notice who was at the bar still.<br><br>With relief at hand, Crash zipped up and head back to the bar.&nbsp; The ladies at the bar were the added bonus of being with the club.&nbsp; They are were smoking hot.&nbsp; Crash sat at the bar.&nbsp; In typical manner, he sat quietly at the bar.&nbsp; His eyes landed on Danica; a small hint of a smile presented itself to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lesleymoon</strong> on <strong>03-03-2012, 23:17:22</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Almost done cleaning," she uttered to Riley, still a bit bummed that Crash hadn't found his way upstairs. It made her feel rejected though she knew that it was a stupid way to feel.&nbsp; "Gotta get stuff put back and stuff but…" She got herself a Coke. "Yeah, how was your birthday, Spencer?" <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Take a break, Danica." Riley said, glancing over at the girl. "Its nothing that can't wait a few minutes, right? They'll probably be in the meeting for awhile, so there is no rush." she said. She smiled warmly at her. Riley liked to consider herself not a cruel taskmistress or anything. As Chase's Old Lady, a lot of the, for lack of a better term, leadership, of the sweetbutts fell to her. But she tried to be fair to the girls, as she could easily be in their position. She didn't want to treat them like slave labor either. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Crash made his way through the bar.&nbsp; His destination was the can.&nbsp; It was a long ride either and a few beers at the bar was playing havoc.&nbsp; He was indeed of a piss and didn't notice who was at the bar still.<br><br>With relief at hand, Crash zipped up and head back to the bar.&nbsp; The ladies at the bar were the added bonus of being with the club.&nbsp; They are were smoking hot.&nbsp; Crash sat at the bar.&nbsp; In typical manner, he sat quietly at the bar.&nbsp; His eyes landed on Danica; a small hint of a smile presented itself to her.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Hey there Crash." Riley greeted. "What can I get for ya? Beer?" she asked, straightening up a little bit, preparing to serve the young prospect up. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunzar</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 01:45:31</strong>
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				<em>Nephi, at the bar</em><br><br>Nephi nodded to herself, "of course I'd show up when everyone is busy." She smiled and gave Danica a wave. Danica was such an amusing girl in her own way. "Heya, Danica." She drew her revolver and tugged a cloth from inside her shirt, beginning to polish the weapon idly. "Keeping the ol' boy in line, darlin'? That sounds like a job and a half." She winked at Riley.<br><br>She turned her head to Spencer, "so soon, darlin'?" she cocked her head, "I've been away a couple months." She popped the chambers out of the gun to check that they were loaded and gave them a spin. "But I've got a good few months vacation coming to me. Bought myself a little house in the area, too." She listened to the buzz of the chambers spinning and snapped them back into place.<br><br>"Come on, Danica, take a load off." Nephi patted the barstool beside her with a wink. She watched Crash carefully for a moment, not recalling him; the others seemed to know him, so she assumed it was okay. "Any chance of a second beer?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 08:08:19</strong>
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				Spencer at the bar<br><br>Spencer walked on over to the bar where Riley and Nephi were, smiling as Danica came over. Giving Crash a small grin as he sat down at the bar, as well.&nbsp; She hopped up onto a bar stool next to Nephi and smiled. "Well, my birthday weekend was fun...mostly. Had to sneak off from my dad and brothers, though, they act like I'm still sixteen or something." She laughed softly. "I got totally wasted and slept with an ex, who turned out to be married now. Broke his jaw for that and I'd love to be a fly on the wall when his wife finds my bra." Spencer used to know the woman he'd married and knew that she would know it wasn't her own bra because her breasts were significantly smaller. "Yeah, it was a tad bit evil, but she deserves to know what kind of guy he is." She shrugged slightly. "I am so glad to be home, though. How were things when I was gone?"<br><br>She grinned at Nephi. "It doesn't seem like it's been that long." Spencer truly liked the woman, didn't hurt that they shared being from the South. Spencer sometimes hated her own slightly slower and more drawn out southern drawl, but men and women alike seemed to love it.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>10-03-2012, 02:31:40</strong>
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				<em>Danica with the others in the main bar</em><br><br>"You're right, Riley," she said, looking a bit relieved by getting permission to take a break and sit on her ass.&nbsp; She didn't have that much to do and she had the feeling that Leo was going to grab her and take off with her as soon as the meeting was over; the look in his eye had seemed urgent and she hoped that he'd lost his Wartenberg wheel.&nbsp; He liked to use it on her clit too much. <br><br>Hearing Crash's name, she turned and smiled but then looked back at her Coke.&nbsp; Fuck. Oh well, so much for that. <br><br>"You sticking around a while this time?" she asked Nephi, not sure if the woman planned to stay or just grab a drink and go. She didn't think that Riley would let the woman drive drunk.&nbsp; Despite the offer being sweet, Danica didn't move to sit beside Nephi.&nbsp; She was half afraid that the woman would bend Danica over a bar stool and stick a gun in her pussy… though that was a rather luscious thought. <br><br>Spencer's story was entertaining. "You fucking sluuuuut!" she squeaked, laughing. "Maybe you should take me with you next time. I can entertain your dad and brothers for you while you slip off."&nbsp; She winked at her roomy, having seen a picture of the men. R<br><br>"Same shit, different day, Spencer. Nothing."&nbsp; She sighed and feigned heartbreak. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>11-03-2012, 05:56:01</strong>
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				<em>Spencer at the bar with the girls</em><br><br>Spencer grinned and nudged Danica in the elbow playfully. "What can I say? I think you'd really like it out there, well...it's a lot slower out there than it is here, but it's cool." She smiled and sipped at the glass of whiskey she'd poured herself. Spencer knew how much she could handle before she got drunk and this wasn't even close to her limit so she was good to work. <br><br>"Yeah, how long you planning on sticking around?" She smiled at Nephi. The woman could be a little crazy at times, but that's what made her fun to be around.<br><br>"Oh yeah...our lives are just so uneventful and boring." She rolled her eyes playfully after saying this to her roomy. Spencer wouldn't mind Danica sleeping with her brothers, but her dad...well, he was her dad and that wouldn't sit well with her. "You could entertain my brothers, but my dad's off limits. That'd just be weird." She laughed softly.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 10:05:37</strong>
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				<em>Chase in the meeting</em><br><br>Chase turned his head when Ghost spoke. The look on Chase's face was not one of amusement but by the time Chase had finished with his point the leader of the club gave a nod of his head. "Alright.....make it happen." His eyes fell back across the group, scanning each one as he passed them. "Put lets do this right, this stuff can blow up too easily. We side on caution, nothing we can't drop and rub our hands off quickly and easily." The Club came first. If shit went bad, you did damage control but so long as the Club could survive it could recover. It was hard to recover if they were all locked up. <br><br>Then came up the topic of the new guy, the man who was about to get his cut a nice little patch-up. "I like him, the kids got moxy." the term <em>moxy</em> sounded strange with Chase's Scottish accent but then again from his seat everyone around him sounded strange. But thems was the breaks. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>30-03-2012, 00:03:28</strong>
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				<em>Ingrid, sitting across from Drake, watching Chase</em><br><br>Moxy? Was that what he'd been trying to say?&nbsp; She blinked. "Yeah, he's got a lot of 'mock-sche'," she said, imitating Chase with a wicked grin, sparkling eyes landing on him that were filled with naughtiness.&nbsp; <br><br>"Alright, in all seriousness, I think I might have a leg up here. I'll give you her number."&nbsp; She rose, wondering if Drake would want to get right out of there or if he was going to hang around.&nbsp; Carefully she scribbled the number down, along with the name Nicki Volta.&nbsp; Nicki was a woman who owned Pandora's Box Modeling Agency though that was a loose term for a lot of things. "Worst she can do is say no. Did some photography for her back in the day." It seemed that Ingrid's hobby had been quite a fun time. "Give her a call."&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes moved from Chase to Drake, a soft smile lingering on her lips. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunzar</strong> on <strong>30-03-2012, 01:33:33</strong>
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				<em>Drake, eying Ingrid while sitting at the meeting</em><br><br>Drake grinned when Ingrid offered to give the number of a modeling agency. "She'll have fond memories of you, I'm sure." He leaned back in his chair and cocked his head. "I hope that she doesn't hold it against us if some of the girls don't return to her. We may have to offer her some kind of finder's&nbsp; fee or something."<br><br>Then he rose and motioned with his head at Ingrid. "Come on, babe. Let's get a drink and then hit the road."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>31-03-2012, 07:01:12</strong>
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				<em>Crash at the bar</em><br><br>What little smile there was dissolved when Danica looked back towards her soda.&nbsp; Crash sat quietly at the bar among the girls.&nbsp; At the moment he'd fail with Danica but other time would arise.&nbsp; She was worth it just as much as the club.&nbsp; His eyes looked from the bar back to Danica then slowly to each of the ladies.&nbsp; It was place he didn't mind.&nbsp; All these women were easy on the eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>It had been a long year for Crash.&nbsp; Prospecting was going well.&nbsp; Was it worth the patch on his back....it was worth it.&nbsp; The things he would do for the club and the thing he has done made it all worth it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>31-03-2012, 09:08:10</strong>
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				Dan in the meeting<br><br>"Yeah he's definitely got some guts about him and as we expand our interests we're going to need more like him" Dan said , he'd been quiet , unusually so, during the meeting it wasn't that he was against expanding into hookers and porn but as the discussion progressed his mind turned to the likelihood that the sweetbutts would be used and again he didn't really have issue with that except for ..Spencer.<br><br>She'd been on his mind a lot and her trip back home had left him ...lonely ? not quite the right word ,he'd fucked half a dozen sweetbutts in the last few days including Danica but when he was with Spencer it just felt right, he could handle her being fucked by his brothers in the club but by random marks...fuck that. Dan resolved to deal with that situation before it became a bigger issue.<br><br>"He's almost done his year , heck if you wanted give him his cut early I'd have no problem with it" Dan added.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>31-03-2012, 17:14:30</strong>
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				<em>Ingrid with the guys in the meeting</em> [Xun, we need your chica loca to do some posty posty! :P ] <br><br>Shaking her head at Dan's words about giving the cut early, she disagreed. "Maybe a little early, but not too early. Don't you remember how bad you wanted it and how slowly that last month seemed to tick by?"&nbsp; Then she laughed. "Then again, maybe that was just me, you weren't being required to suck everyone's cock or take a train."&nbsp; She knew that life for her as a sweet butt and a prospect had been <em>hell</em>.&nbsp; If she could handle Chase's bullshit during that time where he pushed her just to see how much she'd take before giving up, then these men could run fucking errands. Wasn't like they had a cock in their ass or they weren't allowed to come while getting gang banged… <br><br>"The girls have minds of their own and if they can't cut it… they can't cut it and they're going to leave.&nbsp; Nicki knows the hard scores and these girls can make some serious money with us… or they can whore themselves out for twenty bucks. Their choice." Ingrid truly had no remorse about that. "She'll get a cut. Some way or another, she'll get paid." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elone</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 04:42:13</strong>
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				Ghost at the meeting<br><br>"Okay, if we are going to start running a bunch of fucking whores, where are we going to do it?" Ghost always wanted to work out a few of the details before jumping into a new venture. "I mean, do these girls work out of the club, do they take John's to a motel, or pass out blowjobs in the back seat of a car? We could probably work a deal with one of the local motels for some cheap rates, especially if we make the proprietor aware of the consequences of not going along with us." <br><br>After listening to Ingrid about giving Crash his cut early Ghost remarked. "I think you are right about making the kid wait, hell, he only has a few weeks or so to go and nobody has gotten an early in. I just think we need to start thinking about his initiation, we all know what a big deal it is. Besides, my bike could use a good polishing, and who better to do that than a prospect."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 04:47:14</strong>
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				<em>Ingrid in the meeting, amused by Ghost</em><br><br>"Your bike needs more than polishing with that coughing sputter that it's been doing lately. I thought that it was you at first," she teased lightly. "But it stopped when your bike turned off and then started when you fired it back up."&nbsp; She was only pulling his leg, but she really did think that he needed to take the time to get his bike checked out. <br><br>"And be nice. They're not just fucking whores if they're putting food in your mouth." She frowned. "I really expect these women to be treated with some class. Especially around me. It's not easy spreading your legs for just everyone, at least until you lose all your dignity and self respect."&nbsp; <br><br>Ingrid would go upside someone's head. Fast.&nbsp; She leaned over to kiss Ghost's cheek and snickered. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Xunzar</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 04:56:07</strong>
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				<em>Nephi, at he bar</em><br><br>Nephi shrugged her shoulders. "Depends, darlin'," she said. She finished fiddling with her fun and put it away. "I figure I'll be in town at least a few months, maybe longer. If ya'll have something interesting going on, then I may be around longer." She watched the prospect idly, not remembering him.<br><br>"Who's the newbie?" she asked as she turned to lean back against the bar. Her eyes moved over him slowly. "Doesn't look familiar. Ya'll got some new blood since I been around here? 's your name, darlin'?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 05:05:01</strong>
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				<em>Danica with Nephi at the bar, Spencer and Riley nearby? Crash close too</em><br><br>Chuckling at Spencer, thinking that what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her… or Danica. Unless the old man was married… that was a horse of a different color. She didn't do married men, not even when they were talking payment.&nbsp; It was one of her hangups and had pissed more than one man off in the past. "Why? He's got a pecker too, don't he? Surely he likes to use it, otherwise you wouldn't be here."&nbsp; She poked her roomy in the cheek and grinned playfully. <br><br>"So. Crash. Had to polish boots all day yet?"&nbsp; She was looking forward to seeing him gag through that one. <br><br>"Well at least you're staying a while this time, don't know of anything interesting. All I do around here is clean and fuck, fuck and clean." She shrugged, not really complaining, she knew better especially in front of Riley.&nbsp; She just didn't feel appreciated some days.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 05:27:20</strong>
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				<em>Spencer with Danica, Nephi, Riley at the bar and Crash nearby</em><br><br>Spencer laughed softly and just smiled as Danica poked her in the cheek. "Yeah see...I would rather not think about my dad in that way, thank you very much." She grinned at her room-mate. She didn't really mind if Danica slept with him, just she didn't want to think about it really. Her family was filled with people who loved sex, herself included. "Fine, you can fuck him, just leave out the details...please." She laughed a little and smiled at her friend.<br><br>Her eyes moved to Nephi and she smiled. "Awesome that you're staying in town for a bit, I can't really think of anything interesting that could come up, but there's always something."<br><br>Spencer reached back behind the bar to pull a beer out and slid it down to Crash. "You looked thirsty, sugar." She smiled brightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elone</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 05:37:55</strong>
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				<em>Ghost to Ingrid at the meeting</em><br><br>"Hey, you can say what you want about me, but my ride is another thing. I built that baby from the ground up, old school, just like me. That sputter is called character. You can have your store bought showroom Harley."<br><br>Ghost laughed as she kissed his cheek. "Okay, we will be respectful of the<em> ladies</em>,&nbsp; His tone was full of sarcasm, but he knew that Ingrid meant what she said, and since she was a member, he gave her her due. Anyone else and he would have put them in their place for getting in his face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 05:54:26</strong>
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				Dan to anyone at the meeting<br><br>Dan accepted that others wanted Crash to wait he'd simply thrown the idea out , he decided against entering the splutter arguement ghost was proud of his ride being hand built..splutter included...thou it WAS a splutter.<br><br>"I think the motel idea works best gives us greater control not just for the girls safety but to ensure johns don't decide to piss off without paying, also rather not spend a night in a carpark watching cars bouncing up and down...just my opinion of course " he added , in truth he wasn't a fan of using street hookers , the money was good and consistent but the real fucking money was in quality, the high end hookers , one of those could make more for the club in a week than twenty street hookers could but when the discussion seemed to move from that idea he'd dropped it...in time it could most likely be something picked up on...and their were other advantages the club would enjoy with high end whores...but the club had to grow first to take full advanatge.<br><br>So for now Dan would go with the flow and pick his time to reintroduce his ideas.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 05:58:45</strong>
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				<em>Ingrid, listening to Dan</em><br><br>When Dan piped up, Ingrid listened, still giving the saucy elder of the bunch a toothy grin. He had a lot of bluster but he was still sexy as hell for his age… how old was he again? Fifty?&nbsp; She knew better than to say that out loud. <br><br>Watching cars bounce up and down? Wait. What? She looked at Dan softly, trying to figure out what he meant. Why would people be in cars for this? Nicki would shoot someone... <br><br>"These aren't just rabid junkies off the street. These girls model and probably have done some jobs.&nbsp; Nicki doesn't hire just riffraff shit. These girls are going to be beautiful, clean, and I mean that in more ways than one, and they're likely going to know how to fuck like champs."&nbsp; She didn't even know if people were listening or not. The idea had just popped in her head to contact Nicki.&nbsp; "That is if she's even still doing her thing… I don't know, I haven't seen her in a while."&nbsp; <br><br>Sighing, she sat back down, blushing because she had thought that the meeting was over.&nbsp; Apparently she'd misunderstood while getting all caught up in Chase's accent. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 06:06:48</strong>
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				Dan to the rest <br><br>"That's great if they aren't hanging out at streetcorners fine so much the better but we don't have the numbers to run these women to jobs,&nbsp; so we need the jobs to come to them a central point ...motel, or maybe a house,&nbsp; just somewhere that we can control otherwise we'll spend half our time chasing down arse wipes who haven't paid and if any bastard thinks he can hurt the girls...well I'd rather be there in seconds then have to deal with blood and bruises after a beating" Dan smiled "Just trying to save the club a whole lot of time and effort"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunzar</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 06:09:07</strong>
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				<em>Leo, at the meeting</em><br><br>"I wasn't talking about using street walkers. Those are small time anyway." He nodded at Ingrid. "You've got the right idea there. Those girls'd be about right. They should be able to bring in nice money." He took out a notebook and began to scribble a few figures into it. "I'll set up a spreadsheet for us once we get started; we'll be able to keep track of the who, when and how much." He continued to note things down. "And I get the feeling that some of these girls'd be able to be worth repeat business. If Ingrid's an indication of the kind of girl we're talking here. No offense, Drake, but she's a fox."<br><br>Leo scratched down a few more notes. "It's too bad that we're out here," he continued, "because around here there won't be much call for the high-end kind of work we see in big cities. But we can still charge a hell of a lot if we have girls without diseases and who have a full set of teeth." He made another note. "Though we should budget to keep them on a healthy diet, girls who look like sticks may not be worth the cost of keeping them on. And there isn't an infinite supply out here." He cocked his head. "Though we could put out ads, see who we can attract from out-of-town. The further the better, especially people without family to ask questions."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elone</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 07:21:57</strong>
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				<em>Ghost at the meeting</em><br><br>Still thinking about Ingrid's engine sputter mention Ghost commented, "Hey Ingrid, you may be right about my bike, the old&nbsp; panhead is getting hard to kick over lately, no electric start, you know. What's that place that does motor's, Davis something or other, Robert's sister's shop? Ever been there? Honestly, even though I built the damn bike, motors are not my thing and I've been looking to get a little more power out of it."<br><br>"Leo, glad we have you here to crunch some of the numbers, I was wondering if you can figure out what kind of cut we would have to give to the girls and to Nicki and still turn a decent profit. If you need any help, I still have 10 fingers to count on," he joked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunzar</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 08:37:41</strong>
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				<em>Leo, at the meeting</em><br><br>"It'd depend. Some of the girls we may get might end up as live-ins of some sort. In those cases, we could give them a pretty small cut. I'm more concerned with Nicki. More to the point, I'm concerned how much we have to pay to keep her from being upset. That's one where I'll need some input from Ingrid, she's the one who knows Nicki, so I hope she'll have some insight here."<br><br>He made another note on the growing list and turned a page. "Right, so the first thing is that we may as well see if we can find some pretty strays. It's too bad we're so far from the big cities, we could make good money if we could run the high-end stuff." He cocked his head. "Then again..." he smiled and made another note or two, "if we ran a high-end op, we could still manage. We're discrete enough that people might want to use our services. Besides, we're far enough from the city that it'd be harder to tail our johns. Plus, we could offer special service, if we catch someone tailing the john, we'll keep the john safe from prying eyes." He grinned. "And, of course, we could use discrete billing."<br><br>He turned to another page to make some fresh notes. "In the case of anything where we do on the books billing, and I suggest we do since the more we pay our taxes, the less people ask questions, we would want to be very careful. Anything done on the books, our girls are <em>not</em> hooking; they are simply spending time in the company of a lonely man. We merely arrange for a man who feels like he needs a lift to meet someone who will pretend to be charmed by him. We will not be asking questions about how they pretend to be charmed." He nodded. "Our suspicions are not the same as running prostitution, after all. That said, anyone not using our more discrete services can easily just call up and ask for a blowjob."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 13:38:08</strong>
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				<em>Crash at the bar with the ladies</em><br><br>The strong silent type was a good description of how Crash could be at times.&nbsp; His lips parted as he began to ponder an answer for Danica's question.&nbsp; As he planned his words carefully, Spencer slid him a beer.&nbsp; With a polite nod and smile, his fingers wrapped around the neck and lifted it to his lips.&nbsp; The bottle landed on the counter top.&nbsp; <strong>"Not yet."</strong> He shrugged his shoulders as he took another swig of beer. <strong>"Probably Soon"</strong> Out of all the ladies, Crash was sweet on Danica.&nbsp; The ends of his lips curled slightly into a simple smile.<br><br>As the ladies continue their chatting, Crash sat peacefully sipping on his beer.&nbsp; This was the life, beer, broads, bikes, brothers.&nbsp; It was a good decision to come to Miami, sunny for the most of the year and long stretches of highway and flat land.&nbsp; He breathed a satisfying sigh and took another swig.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 23:02:00</strong>
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				<em>Ingrid at the meeting, smirking at Ghost, Dan, and Leo.</em><br><br><br>"I'm a bit confused about why you guys think that the women need baby sitters… security, perhaps, sure.&nbsp; But Nicki has been running women for various things for a long time.&nbsp; Together we could make a team. A team, not a 'boys running all the shots'.&nbsp; Relax.&nbsp; Why would they need a no-tell motel? You're thinking on a small scale." <br><br>Had she heard correctly? "What bigger city do you need? Miami is one of ze biggest cities in Florida!"&nbsp; Were these men really thinking on such a piss ant scale?&nbsp; "Don't even think about ripping Nicki off… the girls won't be making pennies, and neither will we."&nbsp; Goddamn, these men were going to be the death of them yet. Did Leo have a brain? Maybe he should loosen his helmet when riding?<br><br>Ghost distracted her and she grasped at his humor. "I've got all my fingers and toes!" She looked at Leo, grinning. <br><br>"Why don't we let Chase handle the arrangements with Nicki? Hmm? I did give <em>him</em> the number, not you." She wanted to smack him upside the head when he spoke of a pretty small cut.&nbsp; "These aren't going to be skanks on their last eight-ball, for fuck's sake. This isn't a get rich quick scheme either." She was trying not to get upset and frustrated with Leo, but he thought he knew everything and what was best for everyone.&nbsp; No one was really <em>listening</em> to her, and that pissed her off more than anything. <br><br>"Goddamn it, what do you mean we're far from the big cities… is your helmet too tight?&nbsp; Easy on the eyes but not too swift on the uptake. Flash backs from his country boy days? Something? It was getting harder for her to bite her tongue on her sarcasm, and her eyes flickered with her swiftly moving emotions. <br><br>"Discrete billing. Right. Cash on delivery." Nodding when he finally said something that she didn't want to kick him in the ass for with a steel-toed boot, she licked her lips, looking at Chase. "Definitely. We keep track of a lot of income, call it a pornography company and escort service, do movies… and get them into production fast… Just suggesting, of course… and report the income for that and they shouldn't be able to track things." <br><br>She shook her head at Leo. "No, no one can just call up and ask for a blow job. They wanna do it like that then they're police. Or too damn hard up. Pathetic. Escort.&nbsp; Men could pay for dates with the stars of their favorite movies, the women would choose if they wanted to fuck the guy or not… That'll bring in money just because men want to be seen with women that beautiful.&nbsp; If they call and ask for a blow job straight out, maybe you could give them one, Leo."&nbsp; She looked at him with raised eyebrows. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 23:08:17</strong>
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				<em>Danica with the others, grinning</em><br><br>Her grin widened as Spencer grinned. She leaned over and kissed the woman's cheek. "I wouldn't share details with you on that." That would be all kinds of 'oh fucking hell no, shut up, woman!' Her eyebrow lifted as she pursued a line of naughty questioning. "Don't think of the man like that?&nbsp; Really? Never?"&nbsp; She was in trouble but she couldn't resist as she leaned forward, her breasts almost pressing out of her top as the bar crushed into her body. "Why is it okay for me to give you details about your brothers, but not your father? You did your brothers, didn't you? Didn't you!?"&nbsp; She was grinning from ear to ear. <br><br>"Awww. So sweet, being nice to Crash." She wouldn't ask him if he got his nickname from the act of crashing. It would get her into trouble. <br><br>His answer to her question made her chuckle. "The foot odor… You'll never look at those men the same way again. And besides, your shit shift is almost over. You've got… what? A month left? If that? Then you're one of them." And then he'd have his way with whatever he wanted. He had to ask now, he could be turned down now, pussy wasn't a privilege for him. Yet.&nbsp; She needed something, didn't know what. Probably a good drunk. She didn't normally think this way.&nbsp; She just felt that something better might be out there… it just wasn't meant for girls like her and Spencer. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 00:39:50</strong>
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				Spencer at the bar<br>"One of them isn't my real brother." She grinned slightly. "Kellan, the one that's seven years older than me is adopted. Grew up knowing that so, yes, I have slept with him. He actually took my virginity." She laughed softly with a smile. "He got his ass kicked for that and I didn't get just a talking to, mind you." She shrugged a bit, the memories of some things that had happened to her at the hands of her dad were not ones tha she'd like to remember. <br>Spencer had been thinking about some things lately and had realized that her life had been a bit devoid of love. It had never really bothered her, it had just been that way her entire life so she was hsed to it. "Even if he wasn't my dad, I wouldn't ever want to fuck him. He's an ass." Her eyes kind of gravitated towards her roommate's cleavage and she smiled before looking away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elone</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 06:11:34</strong>
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				<em>Ghost at the meeting</em><br><br>Fucking Christ, he thought as he listened to Ingrid lay into Leo who was only trying to offer some accounting measures and try to get the feel for how this will work. Ghost was usually pretty laid back but was getting pissed at the bickering going on in the meeting. <br><br>"Why don't you step back a minute, Ingrid, we don't need to hear a lot of shit in here, and if there is to be anyone giving blow jobs to customers, we all know who in this room is best equipped for that role." An old schooler, Ghost was not real pleased that a woman had been made a member of the club in the first place. It only took one no vote to keep a prospect out and he had come close to casting that vote. It wasn't anything particular about her that he didn't like, it was just the principle of the thing. As a member, she had proven herself more than worthy, but still ....<br><br>"Two things, first, you are right, let Chase approach Nicki and feel her out about the whole business, that is his decision, hell we don't even know if the woman will cooperate."<br><br>"Secondly, I need another beer, right back." Ghost got up and went out the door to take a piss and reload.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunzar</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 07:08:13</strong>
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				<em>Leo, at the meeting</em><br><br>"Ingrid, chill," said Leo as he looked up from his notes. "I never said anything about ripping anyone off. I had merely assumed that we had been talking about a strictly modeling agency. Now lay the fuck off, I'm not the enemy here." He sighed and looked back at his notes. "To tell the truth, my concerns are primarily logistics. I don't plan to do the negotiations, I don't exactly have the right mindset for that."<br><br>He leaned back and closed his eyes. "It's all about keeping our hands clean and, preferably, working on the books. It's always good to not have anyone asking annoying questions about your operation and the best way to do that is pay your taxes." He tapped a finger on the table for a moment. "Which leads us to hoping to find johns with political pull. Have you noticed that those kinds always protect the ones who have their dirty secrets?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunzar</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 07:13:34</strong>
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				<em>Drake, at the meeting</em><br>Drake closed his eyes when Ingrid started laying into Leo. He just <em>knew</em> he was going to be hearing about this later. He winced. She was being a little harsh, but Leo sometimes didn't think about what he was saying. Damned strange that a man that bright could be so fucking stupid sometimes. He just let Ingrid go, it was easier than trying to get her to hold it in; besides, if she held back now, he'd hear about this later, best just let it out.<br><br>His eyes snapped open and he glared at Ghost. "Best lay off my woman there, boy-o," he said softly. "She's one of us, not some sweetbutt you can treat like that." He leaned forwards. "Go take that walk, get that beer. And learn to watch your mouth when talking to a fellow member. And my woman."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 07:21:05</strong>
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				<em>Ingrid, not very happy</em><br><br>Ingrid looked at Ghost, her eyes flashing angrily when he insulted her. "You're right, we don't need to hear a lot of shit in here. Leo doesn't need to get so far ahead of the game when we don't even have a game."&nbsp; She said it simply and calmly, though her eyes spoke of her fury.&nbsp; That goddamned old fucking goat needed to step his geriatric ass back. So fucking close to being put on government insurance and drinking Ensure through a straw. She smiled at him, wanting to shave his dick with a potato peeler.&nbsp; Who did he think he was? So what if his dick had been used as a kick stand since 1876?&nbsp; <br><br>"If you shake it more than twice you're playing with it."&nbsp; If it would even get up these days.&nbsp; <br><br>"Forgive me for worrying about a personal friend of mine and the females that no one else ever seems to give a shit about other than a hole to fuck. My loyalty lies with the club. That doesn't mean that I don't have a clear idea of right and wrong."&nbsp; None of the men ever thought about things like that and how many had pushed her when she was trying to prove herself. Why did she even want to be there? The truth was that she was close to crying. How many times had she cried in private during her year of hell? Why did it feel like that year hadn't ended? <br><br>"Gonna reload myself. If you want something, I'm not a bitch anymore, get it yourself."&nbsp; Her feelings were hurt. "Drake, want anything?"&nbsp; She pretended that Leo hadn't spoken at all.&nbsp; <br><br>She was both grateful and embarrassed by Drake standing up for her. It reminded her constantly that she was separate but equal.&nbsp; That she wouldn't ever really be equal. How could she be when she'd fucked every one of them?&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 07:33:18</strong>
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				Spencer at the bar with Danica, Nephi, Riley...Crash nearby<br><br>Spencer was just about to say something when she got a text. She saw who it was from and groaned loudly. "Speak of the devil...oh shit..." It was from her dad, her grandpa had just had a double whammy of a major stroke and a major heart attack, she was expected to pay an overdue visit because he had just passed away. Like she wouldn't have hopped on a plane to get there with what had happened.<br><br>"Well, y'all, I know I just got back and everything but my grandpa just died. I've gotta get my ass up to D.C." She was speaking slowly because it was killing her that she hadn't been there when it had happened. "Yes, I will text you when I land in D.C., Danica. I will be back as soon as I can." Spencer hugged her friend before making her way out to her car with tears glittering her eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elone</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 17:31:44</strong>
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				<em>Ghost before going out the door at the meeting</em><br><br>"Your woman?" Ghost looked aghast at Drake, "Maybe we should all put our women ahead of the club, she's the one who started all this shit, let her fight her own goddamn battles. Or maybe you don't think she is a capable member here."<br><br>It wasn't often that Ghost got this pissed off, especially at a club meeting, after all he was probably the biggest defender of the club and had always put his brothers ahead of everything. This shit going on here was just unacceptable.<br><br>Ghost turned to Ingrid with a look that would chill an ice cube. Fucking bitch, he thought, but decided to hold his tongue and hope this whole thing would just blow over. A woman member was one thing, he had come to accept that somewhat, but a member who is an old lady really didn't work when people started putting their dicks ahead of their brothers.<br><br>Ghost threw open the door and walked out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 18:15:42</strong>
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				<em>Ingrid with Ghost, leaving the room</em><br><br>Drake knew better... knew better than to do that. It wasn't a pep rally, it was a meeting... Part of her was glad that he stood up for her but the humiliation wasn't really letting her feel too happy.&nbsp; She was glad because it showed that he cared.&nbsp; Her eyes went on him pleading with him not to open his mouth again, he would get into trouble.&nbsp; <br><br>Exactly why she didn't need someone to stand up for her - it would look like she wasn't able to handle her own stuff.&nbsp; Growling when he gave her the icy look, Ingrid rose to her feet, moving toward him and on his heels as he left the room. That look made this so not over. <br><br>"I was a member before I was his old lady, but you're right, he shouldn't stand up for me like that.&nbsp; However, Leo is my brother too, and if I give him hell, maybe you should let <em>him</em> speak up for himself, unless you think that he isn't capable."&nbsp; She had a stern point; why was it okay for Ghost to stand up for someone and not Drake. Well there was the phrasing that shouldn't have been used. <br><br>"I know you don't like me. You're an Old Timer," the comment had nothing to do with his age, but rather the length of time he'd been riding. "You're stuck in your ways. I know you didn't want me in here. I ain't stupid.&nbsp; I don't expect you to cut me slack."&nbsp; None of her words were loud, none of them were vicious. <br><br>Her eyes stayed on him as she moved toward the soda fountain. "But. I do expect those we go into business with to be treated with respect. They're not our sweet butts. They're not to be treated like it. What if it was your daughter, or sister. Or your mom who was working in that industry?"&nbsp; She looked at him, wondering what his answer was, slowly drinking her soda.&nbsp; It was his choice to answer her. 
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				Post by: <strong>lesleymoon</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 20:38:48</strong>
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				Riley - At The Bar with the girls, and Crash<br><br>As the little crowd around the bar grew, Riley felt herself slinking back, literally and figuratively. One small step back, then another, so she was behind the group. She did this quietly. It was a sort of coping mechanism, she'd been told more than once. Get away from the fray, out of the line of fire. Even when there was nothing to be worried about. Her old anxieties crept up on her at the oddest moments. <br><br>She took a few calming breaths, and tried to regain her focus a bit, to tamp down that creeping feeling in her gut. Strangely, it was Spencer's announcement that drew her out of her self. "Im sorry Spencer." she said. She gave the girl's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Call us if you need us. Don't worry about things here, we've got it under control." she said, just before the girl turned to walk away. "Poor thing." she said softly. <br><br>Her blue eyes darted toward the hall which led to the meeting room for the gang, wondering what was going on in there. It wasnt the first time she wondered what went on behind those doors, but she also knew she was better off not knowing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elone</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 22:15:03</strong>
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				<em>Ghost to Ingrid outside the meeting</em><br><br>"Hell Ingrid, it's not nothing personal with you, it's just that I think we should all show some respect for each other around here, and in a meeting we can't let our shit fly out in the open like that. It just pisses me off. This club is one of the tightest I have ever seen and if we disagree we work it out. And yeah, I'm an old timer, set in my ways, and I didn't agree with them making a woman a member. That being said, you have showed us all you can hold your own in the club so I'm pretty much past all that now. Like I said, It grinds on me when the brothers, and sister, get into it, for me it is us against the world.<br><br>Ghost took a step toward her, not really wanting the others to hear what he was about to say. "Listen, if you want to stand up for the girls that's fine, I know my own mom had to turn a few to make ends meet after my dad split."<br><br>"Soda? Jesus, let me get a beer and we'll head back in, don't think the meeting is over yet."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 03:17:15</strong>
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				<em>Ingrid to Ghost, agreeing, nearing the bar</em> <br><br>As they moved toward the crowd at the bar, she tried to keep her voice down, not wishing to have their disagreement gossiped about amongst the sweet butts. She heard Spencer's car leaving and wondered what outfit she'd be returning with, not having heard the bit about the girl's grandfather passing away.&nbsp; <br><br>"I respect him. I just know you men." She smiled wryly at that. "And how some of you can become. Leo… especially."&nbsp; She dropped her head and listened, understanding his point. "And you are right," she said softly. "It is us against the world."&nbsp; <br><br>Biting her lip nervously as he stepped toward her, she stiffened her spine and lifted her chin.&nbsp; That was surprising, but it wasn't either. Every woman faced things regarding the 'world's oldest profession'.&nbsp; There was a reason it was called that. <br><br>"I can't drink right now, not until I clear a few things up."&nbsp; She looked at him. "I gotta get a pregnancy test. Either that or my period is just late. Haven't told Drake yet. Don't want to get his hopes up if it's nothing." It probably was nothing. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 05:42:40</strong>
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				<em>Danica with the girls and Crash, Ingrid and Ghost kind of nearby</em><br><br>Chuckling at Spencer's story, she kept listening and nodded, agreeing with some stuff.&nbsp; Surprised at how Spencer's adopted brother had taken her virginity, she tried to hide the emotion.&nbsp; She knew a bit about her roommate's past, and her roommate knew a bit about hers.&nbsp; There were some things that she couldn't tell anyone, some things too awful, but she and Spencer were close. <br><br>"Well, that makes me not want to." She squeezed her roomy's hand and then pulled away when her phone buzzed.&nbsp; Danica's eyes widened and she looked at her friend. "I'm so sorry, hun. Why didn't they…" No, she wasn't going there, wasn't going to make it even harder on Spencer. <br><br>No, Danica's life was good. Great.&nbsp; Spencer was the one who had it rough.&nbsp; Danica realized that she had nothing to complain about.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking up at Riley, she took a sip of her soda and watched as Ingrid got one as well.&nbsp; Ingrid didn't drink a lot, she'd noticed.&nbsp; But she did notice Riley sliding behind the group.&nbsp; She didn't say anything.&nbsp; "Yeah, I'll get minutes as soon as possible. Call us and let us know something. Text if nothing else."&nbsp; <br><br>Nodding at the comment of 'poor thing', she took another slow sip of soda.&nbsp; She saw Ghost nearby and the two members of the club talking.&nbsp; Wasn't any of her business. <br><br>"Crash, your room is cleaned and your laundry started. Went by, but you weren't there, was going to chat you up." If that's what one wanted to call it. "Catch you another time.&nbsp; You know, the apartment above Spencer and I is empty now. Could really do with a protective eye around there. We're the only ones that live there."&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 23:02:52</strong>
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				<em>Crash, girls, bar</em><br><br>As Crash sat at the bar, he glance at the girls periodically.&nbsp; They carried on there conversation as he enjoyed his beer.&nbsp; The topic was one, Crash often spoke about aloud.&nbsp; If they asked he'd chime in but for the moment he was content in his beer.&nbsp; Though the conversation got him thinking about his first time.&nbsp; It was a week after he turned 18.&nbsp; It was during a typical high school party.&nbsp; The party was held in celebration of graduation at the rich girls house, Bunny St. Thomas.&nbsp; He was shipping out in a week and didn't want to go out a virgin.&nbsp; So armed with condoms from sex ed class, Crash set his sights on Bunny.&nbsp; Needless to say Bunny wasn't in a giving mood that night...at least not to Crash.&nbsp; Down but not out, the sex goddess did provide a conquest in the shape of a shy girl who came to party on a whim from her friends.&nbsp; Annabelle Marie Rogers.&nbsp; After a few drinks, playful petting, and a few choice words, they found themselves in the pool house.&nbsp; It wasn't easy but after a few tries, they were both grateful for each other.<br><br>A small smile shaped his lips as he went down memory lane.&nbsp; It didn't last long when the bad news of Spencer.&nbsp; He looked to the girls.&nbsp; He experienced such pain once he understood the lose of family.&nbsp; The best thing was to be with family.&nbsp; "My condolences." He said to Spencer with a nod.<br><br>He watched Spencer leaving to go back home.&nbsp; Crash's attention was brought back by Danica.&nbsp; "Really, thanks." Piss.&nbsp; She was up in his room.&nbsp; The last time it worked out for both of them; it was an enjoyable romp. His face showed his disappointment but perked up about the spare room.&nbsp; "Sound's great."&nbsp; He took a swig of his beer.&nbsp; "I'll come by and look at it."&nbsp; The apartment wasn't the only thing he wanted to take a look at their place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunzar</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 01:40:15</strong>
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				<em>Drake, at the meeting</em><br><br>Drake growled after Ghost left the room. He was sorely tempted to go after the man. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the desire to protect Ingrid. It wasn't easy; he would go as far as saying that it wasn't possible for him to really stop. Didn't matter how much she could handle herself, it was a gut reaction.<br><br>"Right, well..." he cleared his throat. "I suppose we can try and work out the last details. Though frankly, it seems like they're mostly hammered out. Just a where to set up." He glanced over at Leo. The man was surprisingly calm.
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				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 04:47:35</strong>
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				<em>Chase, calling the meeting</em><br><br>Eventually the gavel went down. It wasn't the most....fluid meeting they had ever had and there was some dramatics and stupid idea's he could have done without but at least there was progress and people had a pretty good idea. At least more positive had come up then negative. Regardless Chase called the meeting and dismissed the lot. What they did now was up to them. Head outside and have a drink or take off for a while, Chase knew what he was doing. <br><br>Rising from they're very own little round table the President made his way out of the meeting room and into the main little area for congregating. "Would someone be so kind as to fetch me a wee drink there?" it was phrased as a question, but when the President of the Club "asked a question" like that, it wasn't really a question. "An' what do we 'ave here? Is wee Nephi paying us a visit?" asked the brown haired biker with a slight curl of his lips, taking note they had a guest. The Nomad. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunzar</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 05:09:33</strong>
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				<em>Nephi, at the bar</em><br><br>"Aye, darlin'" she said to Chase. "I decided to drop in on ya'll." She leaned against the bar. "Unofficial like, I'm just on vacation. I figured I'd come on down to visit 'cause there's always something interesting going on down here."<br><br>She glanced behind the bar and then back at the boss-man. "So, Prez, what's going on 'round here? I saw there's a meeting, but is there anything fun happening?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 05:16:28</strong>
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				Dan at the bar, reply any who knows where Spencer got to and why<br><br>Dan got up and walked out the meeting room , things had progressed and decisions made but it was a lot of effort, he still wasn't convinced this was the right way forward and hoped to be proven wrong, as it was the decision had been made and he'd be committed to it as much as any other of his brothers...and sister.<br><br>His eyes scanned the room "Wheres Spencer? he asked,&nbsp; he really needed her now and not just to fuck but to ask her to be his old lady...once Dan made a decision he hated delays which he could otherwise control.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 05:31:17</strong>
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				<em>Danica, answering Dan</em> [Irl, she lost her net or something for two weeks. She'll be back, we're playing it that her gpa died]<br><br>Hearing the question about Spencer, she looked up.&nbsp; "Her grandfather died and she had to go. She just got back too."&nbsp; Danica looked worried, but started to look around for Leo.&nbsp; She was both thrilled about the prospect of what he was going to do to her, and also frightened out of her mind.&nbsp; He always hurt her. <br><br>"You can text her or call her cell, she should be getting on a plane soon, though, she's taking the red-eye."&nbsp; She sighed and looked at him mournfully, hoping against all hope that he wasn't going to ask her to fuck him in Spencer's place. Oh.. Leo! Hurry!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunzar</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 05:47:50</strong>
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				<em>Leo, on the hunt in the bar</em><br><br>Leo walked out of the meeting and made a straight line for Danica. He gave Nephi a partial wave, but that was just about the most social he was managing. Something about Danica sometimes made him rather single-minded.<br><br>"I believe we have a date," he said in a slightly growling tone as he walked up behind her. One arm reached around to her front and tugged her back against his chest. "We're leaving, Danica." He began to tug her from the bar, not actually dragging, but making it clear which way she was going.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 05:51:11</strong>
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				<em>Danica, seeing Leo, heart pounding!</em><br><br>Where was he?&nbsp; She really didn't want to fuck Dan. Not that she had a problem with him, he just… Shrek!&nbsp; Whining inwardly she almost melted into her seat when she heard Leo's voice behind her.&nbsp; She turned, hearing his growling tone that was possessive and promised the pain that he planned to bring.&nbsp; Sometimes it was the only way to stop remembering and he knew that.&nbsp; <br><br>When he tugged her arm, she slid off the stool. "Bye, ya'll," she said softly, following him obediently.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 07:57:25</strong>
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				Dan at the bar anyone..none<br><br>Dan kept the concern out of his face, for now Spencer was a sweetbutt. That wasn't right either , she was ...well hell she was the love of his life he'd never met anyone close to her.<br><br>He looked at Danica for long moments she was to say the least, incredible looking but this totally magnificent fuck he'd constantly heard about when the others spoke of her wasn't there when he took her, she was good but it seemed like she was going through the motions with him, almost like she had an appointment to go to, in truth lately he'd only fucked her because at some level he felt like it pissed her off.<br><br>When Leo moved to her his little plan to piss her off faded, shrugging he got out his cell phone and rang Spencer, it when straight to her messages. "Spencer babe just found out, if you need anything just let me know I'm there for you babe" he hated message services it always felt like they were designed for people to waffle or say too little.<br><br>"I need a beer" and a roaring great big fucking but he didn't say that his day had been crap this thing with Spencer just topped the list. His eyes wandered to the sweetbutts trying to decide which one to take...none of them matched Spencer ,damm I really have it bad.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 17:52:58</strong>
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				<em>Crash at the bar</em><br><br>He glanced towards the meeting room.&nbsp; Crash wanted to be there, he wanted to be a member.&nbsp; He knew his time would come but it was still far off.&nbsp; Only time hurrying up would help him get over the hump.&nbsp; The brothers were like his recon unit, tight.&nbsp; They were close with one another.&nbsp; He felt home here.&nbsp; This was his home now.&nbsp; There was no one left in his old life, no family.&nbsp; &nbsp;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.&nbsp; As the members came into the main bar area, Crash turned to look.&nbsp; It was a respect thing and also to see if anyone need the prospect for something.&nbsp; So he watched and waited.&nbsp; I guess another time he thought.&nbsp; He had a sense of belonging when they asked him to things for the club even if it was typical hazing crap.&nbsp; It just showed the club that he could handle himself even if it meant shoveling shit....thank goodness they didn't have horses.&nbsp; <br><br>He looked to Danica and was about to see if she heard what he said about the room.&nbsp; Crash opened his mouth to speed but saw the look on her face when she say Leo, another reason to be a member.&nbsp; On the pecking order it went president, vp, everyone else then prospects.&nbsp; He knew his place just like he knew his place in the marines.&nbsp; One has to start on the bottom and crawl through the shit to be on top.&nbsp; He'd catch on on the way back from her date.&nbsp; It didn't bother him.&nbsp; She had her place in the club and Crash had his.&nbsp; He got up from his seat and around the bar.&nbsp; His empty was thrown away.&nbsp; With fresh beers in hand, "Anyone?" He looked to the others.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lesleymoon</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 19:03:15</strong>
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				<em>Riley - At The Bar</em><br><br>Riley was watching as the club members started to trickle back into the bar area. She smiled a greeting at the ones she'd missed earlier, and of course, she flashed a bright smile at Chase. She moved automatically to grab his favorite whisky. She'd just wrapped her fingers around the bottle when he requested a drink. She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. A bit predictable, he was. But that wasn't a bad thing. And, he always managed to surprise her in the most unexpected of ways. He always kept her on her toes, that was for sure.<br><br>She poured the amber liquid into the glass, hearing the ice crackle as the whisky flowed over it. She poured him a good half a glassful, and brought it over to him with a smile. "Now don't tell me you want beer instead." she told him as she handed the glass over. She of course would be happy to fetch whatever his heart desired, he knew that. She was just giving him a bit of a tease. She started to ask about the meeting, but then he turned his attention to Nephi, and she decided she'd ask him about it later. Maybe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 21:37:48</strong>
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				Spencer, coming back after missing her flight<br><br>She had raced to the airport, well not really raced because she couldn't really see because she was almost hysterical and had almost wrecked a couple of times. Spencer had finally pulled over to calm herself down a bit and popped a few xanax into her mouth before smoking a couple of cigarettes. She had gotten into the terminal just in time to see her plane leaving. She had called her grandmother to tell her that she'd missed her flight and that she'd get on the next one when her mother grabbed the phone and called her a few names, none of them were Spencer either, and told her that nobody wanted her there so not to even bother showing up. That had hurt more than anything that anyone could ever do to her physically. It had shoved its way through the haze that the pills had dropped over her mind and ate at her. <br><br>Apparently, Spencer wasn't good enough to be considered a part of her mom's political empire family because they basically told her that she was a white trash tramp and was good for nothing. Even the xanax veil over her mind couldn't keep that from eating at her as she left the airport. She had realized long ago that she had no place in that world and she belonged where she had been for the past year. The club was her family, and as fucked up as things could be there sometimes, they loved and accepted her as who she was. Spencer pulled back into the parking lot of the clubhouse, tears drying on her cheeks and eyes still glittering with them. 'Drop The World' by Lil Wayne and Eminem was what was blaring from the speakers of her car and it would be apparent to the people inside that the girl was high off her ass but most would know that she rarely got that way, it was only when she was feeling useless.<br><br>Spencer walked back into the bar slowly and didn't say much as she approached the bar again. As much as she wanted a drink, she knew that Riley sure as hell wasn't going to give her anything to drink in her current state. She barely noticed that the meeting had let out because her mind was somewhere else entirely. She glanced at her phone and noticed that she had a voicemail before lostening to it. Hearing Dan's voice brought the faintest curl of a smile to her lips. She knew it would be stupid to call him back when he was in the same room, but she didn't want to get up so she shot him a text. 'My family hates me... -Spence-' <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elone</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 07:01:03</strong>
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				Ghost at the bar with Ingrid<br><br>"Damn Ingrid, that's a bit of news. How do you think Drake will take that sort of thing?" Ghost would have shit if someone gave him that sort of news. He had managed to escape fatherhood for this long and didn't really want to bring a kid into this world, particularly into a world where daddy could be killed or jailed at any time. <br><br>Glancing at the door of the meeting room he saw all the members filing out. He wondered what he had missed and if it was anything of importance. Probably nothing and if he was needed someone would let him know. <br><br>Hearing Crash offer up a beer Ghost moved in his direction and took a bottle. "You look a little left out prospect, it must be Spring because love is in the air around here. Trying to pick out a sweet butt that suits your taste?" Ghost laughed as the words left his mouth. "Won't be long now anyway."<br><br>Looking at everyone in the club Ghost decided he would finish his beer and head of of there soon unless something came up that would grab his attention. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 07:07:06</strong>
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				<em>Ingrid, with Ghost and then with the rest of the gang</em><br><br>She didn't know why she'd told him, he didn't say anything and that just made her feel stupid. She'd just had to tell <em>someone</em>.&nbsp; It was eating at her but she hadn't been able to get a test without explaining it to Drake and she really didn't want to get his hopes up.&nbsp; Drakes was such an intense man, he would be thrilled if she was… and if she got his hopes up and wasn't… she didn't want to crush his heart. <br><br>And then he said something! Her heart pounded. "I know. If I am? He'll be thrilled. I'll end up having to step down as a member… eventually… and I'm aware of that.&nbsp; My loyalties won't change though, no matter what."&nbsp; She took a deep, lung filling breath.&nbsp; If she was just late then it was just hormones. She ate well, didn't really drink.&nbsp; She wasn't going to stop drinking fully until she found out for sure, it wasn't like she drank a lot or regularly.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Thanks, Ghost," she said, then shook her head at the beer. "Thanks anyway, man."&nbsp; She patted his cheek and giggled before moving to refill her Coke.&nbsp; "Dan… you okay?" she asked, seeing him looking rather perplexed. Maybe he was late too? <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 08:35:49</strong>
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				Dan in the bar <br>.tag Ingrid/Spencer.. any<br><br>"Yeah " Dan lied " I just a message from Spencer, where ever she is I don't think she's a good frame of mind, looks like someone in her moms family has played the 'arsehole' card" He looked at the message again and frowned " Gotta reply to this "<br><br>&lt;Here for you always if you need me , let me know where you are , ..anything I can do for you I will&gt;<br><br>His own family was dispersed , his older sister a doctor in LA , they spoke at least once a month and emailed a few times a week...his youngest sister and brother were in High School in Boston, Dan always made sure they got presents for birthdays and Christmas and emailed them at least once a week, he'd do more but his Aunt had asked him to steer clear until they graduated...at one level that pissed Dan off , but at another he understood , both kids excelled at school but both were impressionable, his brother would only see the glamour side of Dan's life and while this life had rewards they were hard earned. His other sister was still lost in Chicago, he had some contacts in the windy city but so far no joy...with all that his family were relatively civil to each other compared to Spencer's moms side<br><br>Dan took a deep drink of his beer "Just having a long day...wish Spencer was here"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 09:04:03</strong>
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				-Spencer, sitting at the bar. Lost in her thoughts-<br>Spencer read Dan's text with an absent-minded smile. "I'm on a barstool not too far from you. Missed my flight and my mom told me that nobody wanted me up there and to not even bother to show up...I would come over to you, but I'm not really in the most sober place right now." Dan was the only one besides Danica that Spencer wanted to talk to. She was numb and just needed someone to tell her that everything was going to be okay and to put their arms around her. She just needed to feel something.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 09:46:02</strong>
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				Dan missed the first part of her txt skimming past too quickly , Dan only showed real anger when someone attacked someone he loved be it family or club and he felt anger build at the words he read, he knew her mothers family had a collective spoon up their arse ,but to be so blunt when her grand dad had just died ...there fucking wouldn't say that to her if was there.<br><br>wait...his eyes&nbsp; flicked to the message then looked about and saw her ...Spencer, his woman..well almost, hopefully soon she looked in pain,<br><br>His beer ignored he walked directly to her. "Hey, " he said quietly next to her ear "lets get you out of here and into some fresh air..Its going to be alright Spence I'm here for you babe"<br><br>He'd take her outside and hug her and hopefully let all the fucking emotion come out...sweetbutts had to be hard , because it was a hard fucking life , looking for that one guy to make them an old lady, they still came second to the club ,but at least they weren't public property, never knowing who or how many there would fuck on any given day...he couldn't get her out of the club but Dan was more resolved than ever to lift her up the female hierarchy....by taking her out of the club rooms&nbsp; she could just be a woman in need of a man to hug and make it all right...if she broke down in the clubrooms...well sweetbutts got hit almost as often as fucked and no one wanted to deal with a wailing slapper when they didn't have to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 10:15:31</strong>
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				-Spencer, at the bar then going outside with Dan-<br>She basically collapsed against Dan as he wrapped an arm around her. Spencer nodded as he whispered to her. "Okay…" She said softly, doing her best to hold everything in until they were alone outside. They got outside by his motorcycle and she wrapped her arms around him. "She told me I was a white trash tramp, my mother called me that..my grandma didnt even stand up for me" She loved Dan for this, he never judged or tried to force himself onto her, although he would've never had to. She was always more than willing to fuck him. Spencer wanted more with Dan though. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 08:41:57</strong>
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				"You know the only opinion about you that matters is your own" Dan said softly " I know that's easier said than done , their words hurt because they matter to you, but words can heal ....you know what I see , I see a funny smart stunning woman .." He paused the next words seemed slow to come but he wanted to be sure he got it right "....a woman I love, and I do love you Spencer ,no one else makes me feel complete, I don't want you being a sweetbutt any more... I want you....I want you to be my woman"&nbsp; <br><br>After today's meeting he had little doubt that Spencer would continue to hook for the club and do porn but the difference now was that he'd be asked and while he'd say yes , club came first, at least he had a measure of control...and she'd get paid properly rather than have a few bucks thrown at her when the mood hit...but most important of all...no cunt would dare treat her like shit again, too many times he'd watched her passed form brother to club brother as if her entire value began and ended with her pussy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 09:10:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				-Spencer outside with Dan-<br>Spencer's face and eyes were still wet with tears as she listened to Dan speak. "I know their opinion doesn't really matter. There is only one other opinion I care about besides my own." She smiled at him sweetly. "I am beyond happy that you feel that way…I've been in love with you for quite sometime and it's about damn time you asked me." She laughed softly and grinned brightly at Dan. "It just feels right when I'm with you. Yes. I will gladly be your old lady, Dan. You can't know how happy you've just made me." Spencer jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist and throwing her arms around his neck before her lips pressed to his quite hard. "What would you like to do now, baby? Let everyone know our goor news or wait until later and go back to your place?" She'd be more than happy to do either, but it was up to her new man.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 09:28:56</strong>
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				Dan outside with Spencer coming back into the bar...tag any<br><br>Dan kissed Spencer back having her wrapped around him had occurred countless times before but this time it felt ...real , like it was meant to be , he held Spencer tight to his body almost willing them to become one, of course that did happen each time he entered her yet his feeling for this women rose beyond sex.<br><br>This didn't make them married as society saw marriage, thou that was always an option some time in the future but in the eyes of the club they were a couple , it brought Spencer status and she was his and any fuckers who messed with his woman ...well he'd sorted out that prick who screwed up his sister.<br><br>"Lets tell everyone now , I want the people who matter to know ...we can always have a private celebration later " Dan grinned " Love you Spencer...I'll always love you"<br><br>Inside the club rooms "OI" Dan shouted into the noise to no effect. Pushing his lips together he gave a high and loud whistle "My brothers...my Sister just want to let you know me and Spencer have hooked up, she's agreed to be my old lady" With that Dan kissed Spencer deeply his hands firmly on the butt lifting her up into his kiss.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 10:03:38</strong>
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				-Spencer with Dan, so happy. Tagged: anyone and everyone-<br>Spencer smiled at him brightly as their lips pulled apart, she had a feeling that things were going to work out between the two of them. She was eager to please and they'd gotten along since they had met…personality-wise and sexually. "I love you too, have for a while and I believe I always will." She hopped down from around his waist before grabbing his hand as they walked back inside. She was grinning from ear to ear as Dan announced their new status. Spencer wished that Danica was here to find this out with everyone else. Her roomie was her best friend and would be happy for her, but was off with Leo. Danica deserved to be told face to face but seeing as Spencer would be with Dan all night, she might just text Leo's phone to ask him to tell Danica to call her. She smiled against Dan's lips as he pulled her into a kiss and picked her up a bit. She happened to a big fan of PDA. Before she and Dan pulled apart, her hands squeezed his ass. "I've always loved your ass, baby." Spencer whispered to him as she winked at him. She squeezed his hand as she gazed into his eyes lovingly and led him to the bar. <br><br>Spencer walked behind the bar and poured Dan a glass of his favorite liquor with a smile upon her lips the entire time. She slid it to him before pouring herself a glass of American Honey. She had always put him before herself when they were together. Stepping out to join him again, she leaned back against him before clinking her glass to his.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunzar</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 02:11:15</strong>
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				<em>Leo, with Danica</em><br><br>Leo set Danica on the back of his bike and looked down at her, considering for a moment. He shook his head and got on the bike, kicking it into gear as he did. He laughed and gunned the engine, loving the roar as he tore out of there with Danica on his ride.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunzar</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 02:16:27</strong>
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				<em>Drake, in the bar</em><br><br>Drake was watching quietly as Ingrid spoke to Ghost. His blood was still up over earlier, but Ingrid seemed fine. Well, mostly, she was worried about...something. But Ghost wasn't giving her trouble, so he was willing to let it go for the moment.<br><br>When Ghost finally left her alone, he walked over to give her a kiss. "Everything alright, babe?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 02:50:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Danica with Leo</em><br><br>Outside, she saw Spencer and Dan, very glad that she'd gotten away from Shrek before Spencer got there.&nbsp; That woman seemed to adore Shrek, but the ogre look was way out of Danica's enjoyment.&nbsp; It was his teeth more than anything. Big and square. The rest of Dan wasn't really unfortunate; he had a damn killer body and beautiful eyes. But every time he smiled or opened his mouth…&nbsp; <br><br>Leo's ponytail had a few strands that had come loose and were blowing around in the wind.&nbsp; Her heart thudded as she pulled on her helmet and wrapped her arms around his strong torso, loving the way that he felt in her arms.&nbsp; She loved being pressed up against his back while they rode.&nbsp; <br><br>[moving to The Lair of Leo (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131052.0)] <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 03:40:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Ingrid, in the bar area with the others</em><br><br>Smiling when Drake walked toward her, Ingrid leaned forward and kissed him back. "Yeah, it's fine. I'm just… I think I've got PMS, that's all. Not really feeling myself, you know?"&nbsp; Ingrid with PMS was never a pretty sight and most of the time she tried to lay low and not talk too much so she didn't bite people's heads off.&nbsp; Wasn't their fault that she couldn't being female. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunzar</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 04:31:12</strong>
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				<em>Drake, at the bar with Ingrid et al</em><br><br>"Ah." Drake didn't really want to say much more. He loved her, but she could be scary as hell when she was experiencing the joys of hormones. He hand cupped her head and he just smiled at his terrifying lover. Then he turned and waved at Nephi.<br><br>"I see our Southern friend has come by, then?" he murmured to Ingrid. "Any idea why a Nomad's in our bar?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>20-04-2012, 06:45:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Ingrid with Drake and the others who are still left in the room</em><br><br>She sighed softly as he cupped her face.&nbsp; Then he turned and waved to a woman that she hadn't expected to or really wanted to see.&nbsp; The fact that everyone was so friendly to her… and she hadn't even gone through the shit that Ingrid had.&nbsp; Ingrid had little to no respect for her. <br><br>"I don't know. I don't…&nbsp; She's a friend of the club, that's all I know. Don't really give a crap."&nbsp; Ingrid didn't like the woman too much.&nbsp; "Enjoy."&nbsp; Ingrid walked off from Drake, her eyebrows lowered with displeasure.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>20-04-2012, 20:32:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Crash, others, bar, beers</em><br><br>Once all those who wanted a beer, the prospect took his two and went back to his stool.&nbsp; Ghost was right Crash need a sweet butt.&nbsp; Any sweet butt would do but Danica would be his first choice.&nbsp; He thought that it might be a problem if she goes old lady; that was something he'd deal with later.&nbsp; He wasn't sure why he was stuck on her.&nbsp; There was just something about Danica that made his engine rev.&nbsp; He shrugged to himself as he popped the top of his bottle.&nbsp; The golden liquid was refreshing.&nbsp; It made most decision better and stupid ones great.&nbsp; <br><br>He looked up at the clock.&nbsp; Time was flying by one tick at a time.&nbsp; Being with his brothers and friends was a great way to get by most days.&nbsp; The other days were saved for the roads.&nbsp; The wind, the asphalt, and his bike were the prefect mix.&nbsp; &nbsp;After these beers, Crash considered hopping back on his bike for another ride.&nbsp; Shouldn't was a good day in doors, he thought.<br><br>The mention on a nomad made Crash glance over his shoulder.&nbsp; He was sort of a nomad when he first showed up to Miami.&nbsp; It took some time but he put down his roots and the club accepted him as he was....a broken man trying to find an normal existence once more.&nbsp; &nbsp;All the bruises and scars were a part of him, and like him the club had them too.&nbsp; Crash looked to Ingrid as she spoke.&nbsp; His eyes followed her as she walked away.&nbsp; A few more sips and his first beer was finished.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>20-04-2012, 21:29:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dan and his teeth, with Spencer at the bar.<br><br>"Lets head to my place"..enough time had passed and he wanted his woman one on one&nbsp; , soon enough it would become their place , by nature Dan liked to consider moves carefully , he'd left provisions to help his actual family especially the twins still in high school, but the club inherited about half his worth if he died....Spencer and him weren't married in a legal way, it was in many respects a club marriage, requiring no more formality that telling a sweetbutt to open her legs, yet in MC law and lore his relationship with Spencer was....well anything Dan wanted it to be ...if Spencer took another mans dick it would only be if he allowed it...but if he died Spencer had to hope one of his brothers took her on otherwise she would be relegated back to sweetbutt and there for the taking. <br><br>When the relationship was concrete and he knew one day soon it would be , he'd see Spencer right if he did one day snuff it....he'd be dammed if she would ever end up on the streets.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>21-04-2012, 02:46:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Ingrid, hearing Dan's proclamation.</em><br><br>More than a little irritated, Ingrid was on her way out to her bike to just get a bit of fresh air and maybe a smoke. Her nerves were on the edge of shot.&nbsp; Hearing the loud whistle, she shot Dan a dirty look though it softened as she heard the announcement.&nbsp; <br><br>Giving the two a round of applause, she kept walking, needing that cigarette, at the same time seeing the tail lights of what she assumed was Leo's bike, considering where he usually parked was empty.&nbsp; <br><br>Sighing, she lit up a cigarette, the tip flaring with fire for a second before it burned out and just turned into a cherry at the end.&nbsp; The smoke was refreshing in her lungs, making her feel happy.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>21-04-2012, 02:58:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				-Spencer with Dan, in the bar then leaving-<br><br>Spencer nodded a thank you to Ingrid as she clapped and smiled at her...although she looked like she wasn't in the best of moods, she liked and respected the hell out of the woman. She was beautiful and tough as nails. Maybe she should text her and see if she wanted to talk or anything. Spencer decided to do just that. <em>"Hey...you seem to be pissed or something, you okay? Want to talk or anything?"</em><br><br>Her eyes moved to Dan's as he said they were going to his place, she liked being there and was familiar with almost every inch of the space. They had fucked on just about every surface, inside and out, of the house. Maybe, just maybe, she'd be moving in with him soon. "Okay baby." She reached for his hand and waited until he was ready to leave. She had always been submissive in relationships, but she had an inkling that Dan wouldn't be an ass towards her now that they weren't only sleeping with each other.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] ~ Main Hangout</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunzar</strong> on <strong>21-05-2012, 21:51:52</strong>
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				<em>Drake, at the bar</em><br><br>Drake sighed when Ingrid walked off. It was no secret she didn't like Nephi. He shook his head and gave the woman in question a cursory nod. As he walked out of the bar, he took note of Spencer and Dan. Well, things were changing, it seemed.<br><br>Drake stepped out of the bar and lit a cigarette of his own. "Hey," he said quietly. She was a full member, but Ingrid was also his woman and that was complicated at times. Times like now. He sat on his bike and blew a stream of smoke into the air. "Anything I can do, babe?"
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