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The Story So Far
The story of Iron Tribe begins in 1968. Paul Adams served his country in Vietnam. He did things over there that be could not speak on, things he found no joy in. When he returned to his hometown of Asada, Nevada he was a changed man, something dark was eating away inside of him, begging to be let out. Around the same time, Paul’s childhood friend Don McWilliams has just been released from prison. Don was a hard working man, caught up in a bad situation. He was arrested for assaulting his sisters would be rapist. Broken by the systems that let them down, Paul and Don would gravitate back towards each other, bonded by their trauma and love of motorcycles. Soon other like minded individuals, Charles Shakir and Hector Alejandro would join them and within a year, the Iron Tribe Motorcycle Club was born.
Iron Tribe’s numbers swelled in the 70’s as did the entire MC culture. By 1971, several new ITMC charters had been opened in new cities across the country. Hangman Adams and Donnie Mac served as the clubs President and VP respectively. In 1972, members of the club were attacked in a bar by another MC called the Reapers. It was this assault that transformed the Iron Tribe from being a simple group of motorcycle enthusiasts into being fully fledged criminals.
At first, they were simply protection for local businesses, becoming vigilantes against the crime that spilled over from nearby Las Vegas. Within a few years, the club degenerated further and began running guns, dabbling in porn and gambling. The cocaine boom of the 80’s saw the MC finally joined the drug game. Hangman was very much against this but Mac was not. A feud began between the two friends which split the club in half. Mac broke off from the Tribe and started his own club, Lilith’s Horsemen in the neighbouring town of Goodsprings. The rivalry between the Tribe and the Horsemen reaches a bloody peak in the summer of 1989 as more than half of each club was wiped out in several violent massacres. Worn down by the bloodshed, Hangman stepped down as President in 1990 and was replaced by his son, Billy Boy. Hangman would stay on as an advisor for the club well into his elder years.
Under Billy’s leadership, the club entered into the 21st century with a bang. The old ways were dead and it was a new millennium. The Tribe entered into drugs and murder for hire. Now the Iron Tribe have become synonymous with bike culture and are treated like heroes in their hometown. Now in 2018 and unbeknown to them, forces conspire in secret to tear the club apart. With many enemies on both sides of the law, the club must fight to protect itself and its home from those that seek to destroy its lasting brotherhood.
It’s now the summer and Billy Boy’s daughter, Roxy is getting married. The world around them is changing and the Iron Tribe will need to change with it if they want to survive.
Iron Tribe’s numbers swelled in the 70’s as did the entire MC culture. By 1971, several new ITMC charters had been opened in new cities across the country. Hangman Adams and Donnie Mac served as the clubs President and VP respectively. In 1972, members of the club were attacked in a bar by another MC called the Reapers. It was this assault that transformed the Iron Tribe from being a simple group of motorcycle enthusiasts into being fully fledged criminals.
At first, they were simply protection for local businesses, becoming vigilantes against the crime that spilled over from nearby Las Vegas. Within a few years, the club degenerated further and began running guns, dabbling in porn and gambling. The cocaine boom of the 80’s saw the MC finally joined the drug game. Hangman was very much against this but Mac was not. A feud began between the two friends which split the club in half. Mac broke off from the Tribe and started his own club, Lilith’s Horsemen in the neighbouring town of Goodsprings. The rivalry between the Tribe and the Horsemen reaches a bloody peak in the summer of 1989 as more than half of each club was wiped out in several violent massacres. Worn down by the bloodshed, Hangman stepped down as President in 1990 and was replaced by his son, Billy Boy. Hangman would stay on as an advisor for the club well into his elder years.
Under Billy’s leadership, the club entered into the 21st century with a bang. The old ways were dead and it was a new millennium. The Tribe entered into drugs and murder for hire. Now the Iron Tribe have become synonymous with bike culture and are treated like heroes in their hometown. Now in 2018 and unbeknown to them, forces conspire in secret to tear the club apart. With many enemies on both sides of the law, the club must fight to protect itself and its home from those that seek to destroy its lasting brotherhood.
It’s now the summer and Billy Boy’s daughter, Roxy is getting married. The world around them is changing and the Iron Tribe will need to change with it if they want to survive.
The Short Version
This RPG is based around the life and times of the outlaw motorcycle club The Iron Tribe. Our goal is to build a world through the relationships these characters have with each other and society as a whole. You do not have to be a member of the club, you can be a cop, civilian, relative anything really within reason. This will be an 18+ rp with many references to violence, drugs, sex and discrimination, it is not for the faint hearted. As time transpires, other gangs and factions will enter the fray as we create the sordid world of crime and debauchery. These can be played by myself and the other gms or by you guys. The possibilities are endless.
Yep, I’m in
TAINTED LOVE
Starring: Cameron Hyde and Gwen “Aces” Morgan
”Come out, come out. Little mouse I'm not going to hurt you. Come out, come out and play” The blood felt warm and fresh as it travelled down his body, making its way slowly across every contour and imperfection of his skin and dripping onto the floor. The sound of the dollops was deafening in the silent yacht corridor. Yet in that silence, the ringing, the ringing just wouldn’t stop. He surveyed the carnage in his wake, the crumpled heaps of mass on the floor the were once 90210’s favourite sons and daughters. Fucking cunts. He was number 1. A shuffle in the distance, he almost forgot there was one left. One last little mouse in his snake pit. He trenched onwards, the crackle of his knuckles satisfying his need as he made a fist. ”Run little mouse, run run run as fast as you can” He took off running, she wouldn’t get far. He was fast, built like a juggernaut, unstoppable, irresistible. There she was, heading for the exit, she wouldn’t make it. He was already there, his large hand gripping her delicate little neck and squeezing as a smiles crossed his bloodied teeth. ”Good evening, thank you for having the good sense to be frightened”
Cameron awoke from his daze as a warm hand place itself on top of his. ”I hate to tell you this handsome but he’s just not that into you” Aces crimson lips were in a half smile of bemusement. Hyde jerked his hand away and took a step back. ”Fuck you talking about?” She reaches into her bra and pulled out a cigarette, offering it to the monster among princes. He took it forcefully before she took one for herself and lit them both. ”McCarthy. I’m a people watcher Mr Hyde and I’ve been watching you. You want Lee, that’s not a crime he is a beautiful man. But I’m afraid Lee McCarthy is only on this life for Lee McCarthy. That girl he’s dancing with? That’s who he wants to surround himself with, the elite. Cameron dear, your a dog town skate rat with sand between your ears and blood under your fingernails. Still you clean up good and I know you swing both ways so there’s bound to me someone here. As for Lee, darling that just ain’t gonna happen for yo…”
Gwen didn’t get the chance to finish her sentence before Hyde had grabbed her wrists and slammed them against the wall hard. He pinned her there and put his weight squarely on her chest. From the outside they looked like teenagers fooling around, in close quarters, Gwen was utterly terrified. She had poked the bear and now he was biting back. ”Say another word and I’ll rip your fucking jaw off” He pressed his forehead against hers, a semi head butt and hissed through his teeth. ”Learn to stay quiet, Morgan or I can make life very fucking difficult for you. You’re very right, I’m not from your world that’s what makes me dangerous. I’m fucking number one, the monster under your bed. Don’t test me bitch” Hyde released one of her arms and then grabbed the cigarette from his mouth, slamming down against her skin and scolding her wrist. Gwen’s eyes immediately filled up with tears as me put the death stick out on her. ”Do not fucking test me” Finally he relented and let her go. Aces looked at him with a look of pure terror before fleeing to a nearby by bathroom.
She ran her fresh wound under an icy cold tap as the tears smudged her smokey make up. As the fear began to fade, it was replaced by an exhilaration. Gwen enjoyed fucking with people it was very much her nature and yet what she just did could’ve ended very badly for her. Everyone and their grandmother knew not to duck with Cameron Hyde, you just didn’t do it. So why did she? Why couldn’t she stop herself? She slid down the bathroom wall as her chest tightened. Curling up into a ball she tried to take her breath back for the night that had stolen it. What the fuck was wrong with her?
Hyde watched as Lee and Stella danced the evening away, completely consumed by each other. Their smiles said everything they needed to say. The Lord of Dogtown clenched his fists hard, he could feel his fingertips digging into the skin. He turned towards the bar and slammed a few shots. The ringing was not stopping, it was getting worse. What he needed was to release some tension. He just needed a willing or not so willing participant. Permission was not something he waited for.
Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil and Vile
”And that’s todays vid guys. Apologies it was only a short one because I’m off to get trashed at a boat party. For those of you who are blind or just like to hear me describe what I’m wearing, I know you’re out there creepers come and get me. My bleach blonde hair is hanging loose, my lips tonight a blood red and my eyes are darker than my soul as is my little, ass skimming dress with thigh highs. Oh that’s right, I’m looking hotter than all hell and tonight you can call me Smokin’ Aces. Life in Beverly Hells 90210 is the same as it always is, with the added benefit tonight however being that so much will unfold that’ll give me like a month of content for you guys. Tomorrow I’ll be uploading the latest horror story for your viewing terror; I call it Hollywood Gothic, a triad of haunting tales from tinseltown. Anyway, this is Hells Favourite Harlot signing off, remember my disposable despots, keep on rocking cos only good things can happen in the dark”
Gwen logged off from her live stream and stood up from the desk. The horror story videos were getting a lot of traction recently, she needed to amp up her content if she wanted stay on the roll she was on. Her viewing figures were skyrocketing and she wanted to keep it that way. Moving over to her bedside table, she picked up the clutch bag that contained all of her nightly needs; money, audio recorder, notepad and the pills she had gotten from Lee McCarthy earlier that evening. Her drug use was a rarity compared to some of the other kids at BHHS. She had more reason than most to stay away from any kind of drug but that didn’t stop her. She took off down the stairs, passing the wall of platinum records and framed photo of her long deceased father as she did so.
Samantha Morgan had carved herself a nice piece of the 1% pie. She worked consistently as a talent agent for future stars and starlets, she rubbed shoulders with the wealthy and the powerful and by golly gee even closing 40 she was still hot. So what was missing? The love of her only child for one and piece of mind one gets from being truly happy and content with their lot in life. For Sam, a large black cloud of guilt hung over her head like the wedding veil she never got the chance to wear; her fortune and status built on the bones of the man she loved. Some considered her a heartless money grabber; Sam considered herself a realist, she had to survive for the sake of her and her daughter. Survival of the fittest was the way of the world.
”You look like a slut, Gwendoline” Sam scowled at her daughter, all hint of her native Welsh accent all but faded away. As she wrote into her work diary the list of appointments for the next few days, she could not hide how disappointed she felt seeing her only child walk down the stairs dressed like a pornstar.
”Oh good that’s the look I was going for. Thanks Mom” Aces grabbed her denim cut off vest jacket and swung it over her shoulders. ”I wouldn’t bother waiting up tonight, I plan on finding a boy or girl to fuck my brains out, le gasp, maybe I’ll go for an Asian kid. Who knows? Whoever it is, I’ll make sure they’re enough to disappoint you”
Slamming her palms down on the table, pencil still locked between her fingers, Sam pushed herself to her feet and from her lips escapes a frustrated sigh. ”God Gwen, how long are you going to keep doing this? Antagonising me. Challenging me. Trying to get underneath my skin. I’m getting so sick of it. What is it you want from me?”
”I don’t want anything from you”
”Bullshit. You want to know what I think? I think you just love playing a part. Playing a bad girl, with her big bad friends and heavy metal music. You want so desperately to follow in your dads footsteps that you’ve lost sight of the fact that he’s dead! He’s dead Gwen and I’m still here. You didn’t even know him but you know me, you know how hard I work. I was you when I met him and I had to stop being you, you want to know why? Music dies, baby. Everything always dies. Your dad died. He died before you were even here. Stop trying to go the same way”
Gwen grabbed a nearby vase and through it with all of her might at her mother. She intended to mix her by inches, it was a fear tactic more than anything. A little trick she picked up during her high school story. People don’t mess with crazy chicks. ”Memento Mori Mom. Remember...you will die….and God how I cannot wait for that day” Hurrying out of the front door before her mother could say anything else, Aces jumped into her Stingray, turned up the tunes and set off into the night.
Driving through LA, probably way too fast, Aces breathes out the anger that was welling up in her chest. The thunderous rumble of her engine mixed perfectly with the pounding bass and neon lights of the streets around her. It wasn’t rock or metal but damn it all to hell of it wasn’t good. She tightens her grip on the steering wheel as she tried to get back into the mood to party. As she stopped at a red light, Gwen reached into her bag and jacked a few pills down her throat. Timed right, they’d kick in as she arrived at the boat and she’d be on her way up. She knew there would be a deeper supply there for her to indulge her hedonistic and histrionic tendencies. Right now all she wanted to do was get fucked and get fucked up so she could forget the evil of the world.
Gwen had timed her arrival perfectly. The boat was still moored, you could hear the drunken rabble of drug addled teenagers a mile away. She hopped out of her car and sainted up to the guard. She signed in on the tablet, slapped the bouncers ass and stuck on her aviators. ”Rock n roll”. By the time she got onto the main deck, the party was in full swing. Even from first impressions Aces could tell that this would be another legendary BHHS ensemble. Just as she grabbed herself a drink, a shouting match erupted from the centre of the deck. Climbing onto a random Seniors back for a better view, beer bottle in hand, Gwen took a swig as she watched Katie and Scott’s latest battle. ”Well ain’t that something to start the night off right” she couldn’t help but start to laugh as Noah began dragging Katie away. This was going to be a night to remember, to bad she didn’t plan on remembering it.
Jumping down from her basketball player perch, the five foot nothing harpy necked her beer and threw it at him. ”Be a dear, superstar and get me another” the kid had no chance with the leather clad beauty but he didn’t know that. She looked over and noticed Lee and Hyde in the corner, obviously conducting some deal. She gave them a courteous nod; though Lee’s eyes were elsewhere, transfixed in a blonde in a crowd and a smile crept upon Ace’s crimson lips.
”and low beast looked upon the face of beauty and beauty stayed his hand and from that moment forward, he was as one dead”
It wasn’t long until the party later that night, Lee of course had promised Madi that he’d be there as her backup but that wasn’t the only reason for his attendance; he had been out of the game too long and he needed to get back into it. There was always a lot of money to make at parties like this. Lot of rich kids with access to their parents credit cards and accounts. Plus there was the factor of debts owed and in that regard that’s why he was taking Hyde with him tonight. Cameron Hyde was a necessary evil. Lee, for all intents and purposes did not see himself as a bad person and the messy part of his chosen career was not really to his taste: enter Hyde. Cameron was not a Beverly Hills kid. He was a Dogtown burnout who loved nothing more than causing mayhem. He was a mad dog on a leash ready to be set off on anyone who couldn’t pay up. An agent of chaos, born of fire and made from piss and vinegar. He would be here soon, the hustler knew he needed to be prepared.
Carefully, Lee laid out his outfit for the evening on the bed. It was a simple ensemble, nothing too fancy needed for a boat party. Some dark slack, dress shirt and a sweater vest. He turned and looked at himself in the mirror, he was still in great shape even having not played football in over a year. He had kept his rigorous exercise routine even though his doctors told him to cut it down. Lined up on the table next to his bag of supplies was a line of pill bottles that were not for public consumption, they were for Lee only. They were all he managed to salvage from his New York adventure.
Dropping to the ground, McCarthy began doing some press-ups. Working up a sweat was always a good way to get pumped for a party. As the heavy synth bass from the last Bernard Zephyr track blared from the wall mounted speakers, Lee has become so engrossed in his workout that he didn’t hear the door to his room open. ”Could you be any more American Psycho?” an almost impossibly disinterested voice said. Lee raises his head from the floor and looked up at the suicide blonde standing before him. Decked out in leather hot pants, biker boots and a Motörhead tank top, she was five feet of heavy metal fury, she was the resident rock n roll queen of Beverly Hills High and she was one of Lee’s favourite customers. ”Well well, Gwen Morgan. To what do I owe this pleasure?” Sitting on the edge of the bed, Gwen crossed her legs and leaning back on her palms, she admired the physical specimen before her for a moment, breathing it in before continuing. ”Well Mr Bateman, I’ve got deadlines to make and no time to make em, I’ve got three videos to put out before Sunday and then there’s this boat thing tonight, gotta keep my mood up. What have you got for me?”
Lee jumped up to his feet and scanned her heavily made up features. Aces was one of those girls who just couldn’t look bad if she tried and she was well aware of that fact. ”You know, I made my open door policy with something else in mind but you all seem just to use it for narcotics. Such a shame. Anyway…” Lee jumped to his feet and began to rummage around in his goody bag for Ace’s “prescription”. Gwen Morgan was a class act. Her daddy was Mitch Morgan, one of the four members of Bernard Zephyr turned record label owner, turned dead genius musician. He O’Ded on sleeping medication before she was born yet that hasn’t stopped Gwen from indulging in the same vice. You sometimes hear people described as pistols, Gwen was not a pistol; she was a fucking shotgun. She was unapologetically loud, strong and sexy. Her YouTube show, Ace’s Asylum was popular at BHH and slowly gaining traction elsewhere. ”Here’s some Adderall for work and Modafinil for play. Don’t mix them, you won’t be able to shut off but just in case, for free I’ll throw in these sleepers. They’ll turn you off but the rest is on you. You gotta sleep sometime” Lee threw over the pill bottles and Gwen took a wad of cash from her visible red bra and handed it over to him as she jumped to her feet. ”Its a shame you’re a drug dealer, Bateman. Beneath the abs and the snarm I think you might just care about people after all” Gwen quickly snapped up all her new meds and placed them in her handbag. She peered out of the window and smiled ”Hey Jekyll, Hyde’s here. You might want to put on some pants” She turned and kissed his cheek before moving towards the door. ”If I am the chief of sinners, I am the chief of sufferers also. Remember that, handsome. See you at the party” Gwen breezed out of the door like a cold wind after a mosh pit leaving Lee standing there alone once again.
A few minutes later, the Beverly Hills Hustler emerged from his home to find Hyde waiting for him in his car. ”What’s up good brother? Glad to see you back in the land of the living. We gonna make some money tonight?” Cameron grinned a toothy grin as he leaned out of the window to speak to his friend. ”We’re gonna try but tonight isn’t about that, it’s about making up for lost time. New York was hell, I’m ready for a night in heaven” As Lee opened the trunk of the car to place the bag of drugs, he noticed the bloodied lead pipe that had become Cameron’s best friend. The thought of it being used gave him a horrible cold feeling in his gut. In that moment he reminded himself why he did what he did. Greed was good. He needed the money. Hyde was a necessary evil. He climbed into the passenger side of the car as Hyde turned and grinned again.
”It’s a thin line between heaven and hell, brother. Trust me”
[@BruatalBx] @Silver Carrot collab
Featuring: Lee McCarthy and Madison Weaver
Location: Lockers
Time: 11:55 am
”See, here’s the thing. No matter how many times I tell you Hayden that gambling just isn’t for you, you still insist on betting and losing. Now I’ve been away for a little while so I understand why you haven’t paid me what you owe. Still, I’m here now so here’s what we’re gonna do: I’ll be at the party tonight, looking dapper as fuck like I always do and more than likely with a hot blonde too good for me and you are either going to bring me the £200 you owe me, something of equal value or Hyde will come to your house and break your legs, savvy? Good boy, now skidaddle freshman” Lee watched with glee as the tortured youngster he had previously [pinned to a locker hurried off to figure out the best step in his life. Leighton wasn’t a bad guy….ok maybe he was but at least he was charming.
”Not even back a full day and you’re already hustling,” came a familiar voice from up the corridor, behind Lee. It sounded less than impressed, but not angry. Madison Weaver had been walking this way, having spent her study period in the gym instead of studying, and was now making her way to the cafeteria to try and get there early. When Lee turned, he’d see that sure enough, her eyebrow was raised and her lips were pursed. She’d seen that display.
”I got a reputation to uphold. Besides you know I’d never really hurt the kid, maybe rough him up a bit sure” The handsome hustler turned to face the furrowed look of his ex girlfriend/current best friend/next door neighbour Madison Weaver. She knew him like nobody else did, like nobody else could. Madi knee his biggest secret and he hates himself for it. The last thing he wanted was to burden her with that horrible truth, yet she took it in stride. That was the nature of Madi. Lee smiled the rattlesnake smile like only he could before stepping forward, placing one hand on her warm cheek and kissing the other softly. ”Hey there gorgeous. Surprised to see me?”
That got a smile out of her and like a leak in a dam resulting in the dam breaking, so too did a small smile become a fully friendly demeanor as she chuckled and punched his arm playfully. It didn’t even really hurt that time. ”Damn right! You were in New York yesterday afternoon! I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow at the earliest! How’d you even get here so fast?”
Lee leaned back against the lockers behind him and crossed his arms. Of course Madi had to know the goes and the whys. That was just in her nature. ”I played a few games of pool and hopped on a red eye flight direct to LAX. I couldn’t stand being there anymore, plus I had to hurry back and make sure you stuck to your end of our deal and started getting more involved with the world. Please tell you heading to the party. If you’re not I’m going to be very upset with you Miss Weaver” Even being in New York for months Lee still had his finger on the pulse of Beverly Hills social calendar. If there was a party he knew about it and was probably going to be hustling in the corner.
”As a matter of fact, I am going, and I’m meeting up before the part to get read with, and don’t say anything I might hurt you for, but I’m meeting with Shauna Flynn. She’s gonna help me get ready.” Madi shrugged and showed that she wasn’t really going to hurt him. ”For all her faults, she knows about parties.”
”Shauna Flynn? Really?....I mean can I watch? Who am I kidding? I’ve been able to see into your bedroom since we were thirteen of course I’m going to watch” This was uncharted waters for Madison and Lee knew that. They shared everything and putting herself out there like this: this was a new Madi, a risk taker and heartbreaker. ”Seriously though, I’m proud of you girl. This is like a major milestone for you. Though if it helps you out, I will also be at the party in case we need to make a swift exit...or if you and Shauna want a third wheel if you know what I mean?” he flickered his eyes brows in a saucy manner, jokingly of course but he wouldn’t turn either girl down.
Madi stared at him, her lips pursed again, before speaking again. ”I’m not dating Shauna! First Hana and now you. Why does everyone I tell think we’re going to date? Has everyone secretly been shipping us or something. Shauna IS the third wheel. In fact, there isn’t a second wheel, and if there is a second wheel after the party, you’re not watching. I’ll put a cardboard box in front of the window or something.” She stuck her tongue out, a gesture that the usually mature senior cheerleader only ever made towards Lee. ”But...thanks. This is a milestone for me and I am quite nervous. The last time I went to a party, I was a Sophomore, and it wasn’t a really big deal. Nice, relaxed atmosphere minus the odd bit of drama. Not like these Junior/Senior parties. They can get intense, I’ve heard.”
”Its Shauna Flynn, Madi. It’s a date….and yes, these types of parties can get very intense. It’s always worth having back up. I got you tonight alright but sooner or later babe you’re gonna have to venture out solo”. Lee put his arm around her and brushed a stray hand of hay coloured hair from Madison’s face. ”I’ll hang back tonight, let you do your thing. If you need me, we’ll set up a code word or phrase. Like if you’re in shit, come to me and ask me what they call a group of crows or something. Sound good?”
”Is that really the best you can do? ‘what they call a group of crows’? That’s the most obvious code phrase ever! Might as well ask about the rain in September, or where swallows go in Spain!” She scolded. ”No, I'll pick the code phrase. Something like ‘Lee, do you have the time?’ would be more subtle. There’s no chance of me asking you for the time sincerely. I never leave home without my Garmin watch. Thank you for looking out for me, though.” She smiled sincerely. The romance between them may have died but there was more than one kind of love, and Madison and Lee were practically family, they were so close.
Pulling out his little notebook, Lee wrote down their secret code and placed it back in his jacket pocket. He knew he would forget it later or at least he knew that his stupid fucking disease would make him forget. He could feel his muscles tightening, most would put that down to having not had a good work out in a while but he knew different. ”You know I always got your back girl”
Madison’s smile, immediately disappeared. She knew Lee well enough to be able to read the subtle signs. She put her hand on his arm. ”Hey, you ok?” she asked in a calm yet clearly worried manner. ”Wanna go sit down somewhere, or…?
”I have Huntington’s, Madi. I’m not dying….oh wait yes I am” His cheeky grin belayed a heavy heart but the smile soon faded as the thought settles into his muddled mess of a mind. ”I’m fine, babe. Nothing a good old fashion night of booze, cards and girls won’t fix. Stop worrying about me”
Madi gave him a smile but her heart clearly wasn’t in it. ”If I had what you have, and you stopped worrying about me even for a second, I’d kick your ass. Let me worry. It’s just too fucking hard not to.” she replied, before suddenly hugging him tight. After a few seconds, she started to talk again. ”I am glad you’ll be there at the party with me, even if we won’t be joined at the hip. This is just one more good deed I owe you for to add to the pile. Thank you.”
”Hey, hey you behave your fine self. I have a villainous reputation to uphold. Keep this good deed thing quiet” Leighton opened his locker and pulled out a couple of bits and bobs that had been sitting there for the few months he had been away. ”You’re the only person here who knows what’s going on with me, Madi and you’re the only one who needs to know. I’ve got a good few years left in me and that’s all that matters. So tonight, while you’re getting your gay on with Shauna Flynn and I get the foreign kid to video tape it, do not think about little old me. I’ll be too busy catching chicks and cashing cheques” He placed his hand on her waist and kissed her forehead. ”Love you Weaver”
”I know,” she replies in as good impression of Han Solo a girl can make. ”But seriously, love you too. Like family. And stop going on about Shauna. We’re not going to sleep with each other tonight! Hell, I’ll put a bet on it! I’ll give you $100 if I bang her.”
After shaking on it, Madi stepped out of the embrace and smiled at Lee again. ”I’m glad you’re back. Beverly Hills just isn’t the same without you. Anyway, I’m gonna go and get lunch.”
Lee smiles as he watched Madison walk away towards the lunch hall. It was good to be back in the big BH surrounded my friends and memories. Life had already thrown so many twists and turns at him and he had yet to even graduate high school. Madi was the only confidante he had, it hurt him deeply to know that her heart must break a little every time she saw him.
Enough dwelling on the sad times though, Lee McCarthy was back baby. It was time to bet it all on red...
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