Reply With QuoteLivia was sitting in her house, cleaning mostly, when someone knocked. There wasn't no one that Livia knew that knocked.
"Who is it?" She called, grabbing her shotgun, making sure it had bullets and walking towards the front door.
Max had announced his stepping down yesterday. Today was his last full day as MC president. He was done with being the sole one responsible for the clubs affairs. His last request was only to be allowed to have a seat on the table, to at least have a voice. Which would be granted. He was loved by almost everybody. Today the MC was in high spirits, to celebrate the reign of Max Golding. The came out in number. Even neighing charters made the ride over to pay tribute to the President. Massive amounts of two wheels hit the road, awaiting outside for their president to lead them one last time. Which he did. As he came out of the Club house on his ride, Nathan riding at his side, the bikers roared in cheer. Horns were beeping as he set off, with the first wave of bikers. They were going to ride around Colorado. Business as usual still. Through their ride, a small group of five bikers disconnected from the massive group.
The five bikers were seen by Peter. Peter sat in his cruiser at the side of the road watching the MC pass. He looked at his Partner Camille and smiled. Sirens flicked on as he pulled out and behind the bikers. A minute later and they were all beside the road on the hard shoulder. "Show time. You take point on this" He said smiling and got out of the car. He placed on his hat and then remembered. "Oh, and what ever you find. We need to ignore it. They've brought this pass" He said smiling at her and then shutting the door. He went and crossed his arms as he sat on the hood of the cruiser. He stared at the Bikers as he waited for Camille to take the lead.
Lee was outside the pub he just brought, using his Fathers money. It was to be the Sharks MC ClubHouse. It was run down and needed to be done up. He liked it that way though, to cement his new start. His brothers came on their bikes and parked in the lott. "This it?" One asked and laughed. "We sure do have our work cut out here" he continued. Lee ignored him and walked in. At least the bar was still function-able he thought as he poured himself a drink. He then sat down on a worn out leather booth seat in the pub as he waited for the rest of the MC to show up.
Livia was sitting in her house, cleaning mostly, when someone knocked. There wasn't no one that Livia knew that knocked.
"Who is it?" She called, grabbing her shotgun, making sure it had bullets and walking towards the front door.
Kaalee had gotten into town and it was pretty damn empty, none of the riders were lurking about but that could mean a lot of things, like a ride. She went to her childhood best friend's house, needing a place to stay. She banged on the door, figuring of she just went in she'd scare the hell outta Livy. Not like she's been in contact with anyone here since her mama died. She went and skipped town, not two words in about it. When Livy asked who it was she sighed.
"Goddamnit Livy! Open the door! It's hot as Hades out here!" She yelled, pounding on it still.
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Camille gulped almost cartoon-like as Peter slipped out of the car. Take the lead...take the lead... these weren't exactly high school drinkers she thought as she looked at the large bikes. She instinctively pushed back her hair and started pulling it into a tight bun behind her head, calming habbit. She pressed a heel into the already ajar door and out of the passenger side she stepped. She flicked her cigarette to the ground, in an attempt to be "professional" as she started walking towards the bikers. Her eyes were covered by the stereotypical police shades, allowing her full access to scan over the men. She had heard Peter, they have a pass, this should be fine, but it was always a test. Her hand rested on her hip, right above her sidearm as she continued to look the boys over. With an almost southern charm she offered them that lazy bed time smile, always use what you've got. "And what is it you boys are up to today?"
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Peter smiled at her as he watched her approach the bikers. His glare turned back to them. The lead Biker, just a patched member, with no other title spoke after she did. "Just seeing a few friends who couldn't make it down here for Max" He said smiling at her. He stepped off the bike. An angry face flashed on him as he looked over at Peter. "Where's the pass we paid for you f#cker" he said pointing at him. Peter didn't like his tone. "What pass?" He asked walking towards him. "Don't make me arrest you. Don't be foolish" he said as he stopped at the nearest Biker and opened up a pouch. He pulled a concealed package out. He threw it over to Camille. "I believe that's drugs in there. Check it for me will you" He said smiling as he looked at Camille. "I can bring you all in if you don't play this right" He said to the Biker.
During the early exchange she had refused to step back and let Peter feel her subordinate attitude, though she was grateful that he moved close enough to put himself amongst her and this large group. She purposefully changed her smile into a more disconcerted frown as she caught the package. They all knew what was in it, at least that it was no good, and while she didn't necessarily feel the need to open it she realized that more than anything it was an intimidation factor. So she took a well manicured fingernail and sliced it across the top. "Well boys, I do believe Officer West is correct." She slightly inclined the package so that Peter could see inside of it. "What's the chances you all have priors to go along with this little day trip? Easily bookable." The last comment was more aside to Peter than to the bikers.
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The Bikers watched her open the package a little. One even rested his hand on his side-arm. Ready to gun the cop down should he have needed to. Peter didn't notice as he turned to take the package. "The officer is right. And with what respect you've given us two here. The Pass is up to my Partner here. So, Officer. Should they get that free pass? I don't think they've earned it...but we all are allowed a bad day. A day we're given the benefit of the doubt " He said smiling. He walked over with the package and returned it to the same pouch.
The lead Biker looked over to her and then to him. "Look, i'm no begger. You can go f#ck yourself if you two think I owe you anything at all". He then returned his gaze to her "We... I don't have no beef with you. You've done nothing wrong, your Partner here. Peter. Is as bent as they come. He took our money to let us have this pass, and now buckles on that deal! Dirty pig!" He said, returning to look at him and smile. Like he had just let the shit hit the fan for him. He climbed back on the bike. Peter smiled.
She raised a slendor brow at the biker and then looked to Peter. She knew enough about partnership that she was on Peter's side in this. Her lips curled into a sardonic smile this time, and possibly for the first time during the exchange she looked the part of a pissed off cop. "Look, I really don't think we're getting off to the right foot. You tell me to fuck myself, you insult my partner, and I am pretty sure you have never handed me any money. Not to mention you seem like a bad bad man. Sounds a lot like you've got respect issues. So let me ask you this, how much is your freedom worth, Butch?' Instinct had her hand resting once again on her firearm as she dared take a step closer to the big man that got off his bike. She looked upwards at him, still managing somehow to seem as if she was looking down her nose at him. "Now I don't see any reason for this day to get bad for any of us. But I do think you owe me an apology." She turned to look back at Peter and while her head was cocked so the bikers couldn't read her expression she offered him a goofy grin. A I-did-that-pretty-well-right? look, only for a moment though. Quickly she adorned the previous expression, staring at the Biker, she felt much more confident than she had getting out of the car.
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Jon was at a sidewalk curb. When the Marauders' president stepped down, he needed some space from the bikers that were drinking their sorrows away. He sat on the bench, watching the people go by. If the Gang needed him, they would call him... He was one of the few that actually knew a thing or two about fist fighting, guns, and knowledge.
At the time being, alone time was just what he needed.
Stavros was roaring down in formation, just behind Max and to his left. The aging Sgt at arms was wondering as to his place in the club. Would he stay Sgt at arms, be demoted, or even possibly become President. He wanted to avoid a power struggle if possible, because things could get messy. He'd have to pick Max's brains after the ride. He would love to be president, he felt he could lead the club forward. He wasn't sure who else could really take up the mantle, but felt that Keiran wouldn't do that good a job.
For now, Stavros just followed Max's lead.
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