You walked into the clubhouse, rock music plays in the background and the rooms have a smokey haze from the bikers. Most are sitting by the bar or playing darts, the bikers see you and nod in your direction in greeting and respect. You looked for your friend when an arm was draped over your shoulder, you knew exactly who it was and looked to your right to see Carl smiling at you, being as close as he can get to you. Hey, dollface. I've been waiting all day for you, how are you?
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