vichcus:
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They had passed him an icepack before the whiskey bottle. Luca had grumbled his retort, but but the groupie behind the bar paid him no mind, Which he equally applauded and scoffed at. The fucking nerve she had. He liked it. Fisting the bottle, he pressed the cyan blue block of bullshit to his temple and made a b-line for the backdoor. The clubhouse was too hot, too stuffy and too crowded. outside wasn’t much better, but shit….at least there was something to fucking look at. Luca, his head bowed, made the short journy from the clubhouse to the outside curb. When he had parked his bike he had made no intention of staying, Luca had literally sat for a minute and contemplated keeping his keys in the ignition for a quick nip in and out job. Though that would have been fucking stupid. Luca wasn’t a genius, but he wasn’t no dumbass neither. Slinging one long leg over the saddle of his bike, Luca made it his business to look for somewhere safe to store the litre bottle of whiskey in his hand, he’d loose his fucking mind if the thing smashed half way home. “-yeah yeah-” the shadow that was thrown into his line of vision made the reaper roll his eyes so hard he thought he’d blinded himself. “-i’m movin’ in a sec’“
The walk wasn’t long. In fact, Thena knew it was a good idea to not have her bike in this neighborhood. She needed to go under the radar as the truce was up in the air. But the Diablo had a friend in the neighborhood that needed help with her kid and Athena had a soft spot for little ones. Dropping the medication off, the girl headed out into the night, her head down in case someone tried to recognize her. She heard the yelling before she even saw the Reaper clubhouse and tried to pick her pace up. As she almost passed it, the girl felt her phone buzz and took it out trying to look at the text. It was from another member and since it didn’t show that anyone was in need of help, Thena simply ignored it. She had done her good deed of the night and was going home. Hearing the voice, she looked up and saw the guy on the bike, grumbling as he said he was moving.
“Hey, I don’t need you too. Although if you wanna get that bottle safely home, wrap it in a sweatshirt.” She said shrugging. Noticing his face she pointed slightly. “Rough day?”
