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thaddeuscarmichael:

“Alright ladies and gents, first rounds on me. We could use something positive to focus on.”

“If you’re buying, I’m drinking,” Colton said as he raised his hand, gesturing for one glass to be brought over to himself. “I appreciate your merry attitude. Seems like most people just aren’t there yet. Understandably so, but...” he shrugged.

#[thaddeus]

ariellaleven:

“This is why it’s so frustrating. There has to be more to it, no one would be stupid enough to make that alliance without something else in mind. And of course, we’re not in the know. But this is affecting us directly.” Ariella didn’t care that there was probably more to it because she had no idea what it was. And she hated being blindsided. Of course Ari would follow Alessa no matter what, or so she thought. But still, this was big.

Colton nodded. “I know,” he said as he looked at her. “Come on. Sit down, have a beer on me.” he waved to the bartender to pour another beer for them, then looked back at her. “At least we’ve got each other, don’t we?” he offered a small smile. “Just take your thoughts away from it for a moment. We can’t do anything about it.”

#[ariella]

reagancooper:

“If he pulls any kind of gun on you, you’re not allowed to pull one back you know that right?” The last thing she wanted was for them to have a good old fashioned Mexican Standoff in her living room. Especially because she didn’t even know to begin to explain that one to Kyler. How would she? Oh they’re just playing? Yeah, that wouldn’t work ever. Before she’d know it Kyler would be pointing guns at everyone in the house and she’d be having to correct that behavior. “Just. Don’t antagonize him either.”

At his question, Reagan turned around and smiled at him playfully. Sure, she was happy he was staying, but that didn’t mean she wanted to tell him that. They were on two opposite sides of things now. She was the law that put his friends away, and he was the nightmares she told her son not to worry about when he asked why he would never meet his grandparents. Sure, Colton wasn’t the actual one at fault for the accident, but no one knew which club actually was. There was too much heartache in saying yes to him being there at the end of the day. So instead she went with her fail safe. Her catch all answer. She blamed the kid. “Colt, anytime Kyler is happy, I’m happy. Its this new revolving door of mom-hood. Hell he brings me bugs and I grin and bear it as a spider crawls up my arm.”

Colton sighed. “Yeah,” he muttered. She didn’t say anything about a knife, which he also had on himself, but he knew he better not. “I know. I’ll be good. He better be good, too. That’s all I have to say. I’ve been very pleasant these past few days. I won’t antagonize him.”

Colton rolled his eyes, but smirked. He figured that might be the answer, she would never tell him that she was happy to see him. That would be a betrayal of everything she believed in. “Fine~” he said in a sing-song tone. “I see how it is. Just here for Kyler, of course.” he slowed his steps once he approached the door of the house and he looked at back at her. “You better...walk me in, huh? I don’t want to go marching inside on my own. I’m hoping you’ve got some nice lemonade, or beer...or something going on in there. I think I’ll need something to take the edge off.”

#[reagan]

margo-moony:

“Your age is showing Mr. Ryan,” She teased before explaining, “Stands for ‘Fear of Missing Out”. It’s the hip way of saying I’m extremely nosey when it’s probably none of my business.” She glanced up at him after the pat on her back. “Are you really surprised I don’t know? You know exactly who I work for. And well. Look, the clubs are the Kardashians of Jericho. You can’t blame me for being curious. So, do you wanna tell me what’s going on? Why everyone has their panties in a wad?”

“True, there’s no way you could know,” he agreed with a nod. “I...don’t think it’s too good of an idea for you to know. I mean, I guess it wouldn’t matter to you, it’s not like it would effect you, but...” Colton hummed, scratching his chin. He didn’t really like the idea of putting this girl into any unnecessary danger for knowing things that she probably shouldn’t. “Let’s just say some of the big men in charge made a very huge decision that involves pretty much every club in this town, and it’s not going down well with the majority.” he sighed. “Some people just aren’t meant to get along, you know? Can’t force a relationship built on trust into place when there’s no trust at all. Trust has to be earned, it can’t be ordered.”

#[margo]

cal-pierce:

“Because I think being honest. Honest is good,” Cal retorts, giving Colt a cheesy smile. “As fun as that all sounds, I’m going to have to shut that down. Mainly because I don’t condone drunk driving, but mostly because I don’t have a license to drive a car. So–yeah, probably a bad idea,” he chuckles. At the mention of fireworks, Callum perked up. “I could blow up some fireworks–or, or find some sparklers? That would be awesome.”

“You don’t have a fucking license? Oh. Right. You’re only fourteen, is it?” Colton snickered as he took a long sip of his drink, sighing contently as he set it back down. He was definitely feeling light headed now. “Sparklers? Oh, come on, you are fourteen, aren’t you? My kid plays with sparklers.” he raised an eyebrow. “I mean real fireworks. Things that go ‘bang’! We can set them up in places to give our enemies a scare. I’m sure you have dozens of enemies, right?”

#[callum]#[flashback]

ariellaleven:

As much as she hated it, her trust in Julian wasn’t as strong as Colton seemed to have. It was his leader, not hers. She trusted Alessa, that was the one she had chosen to follow, almost blindly. She wasn’t a Wolf, she was a Vixen. The words were inked on her skin just as much as on her heart. “Ignoring them? Come on, you don’t think the assholes will get a rise in coming here and sending us fake smiles?”

Of course his words were echoing true with her. The Brotherhood weren’t trust worthy and if she stopped to think about it for a second, she knew there was more, way more, than meet the eyes in this. But she still hated it and she hated being in the dark about the real reasons. “I will always protect my own too. And I don’t care what Julian says, I’m not going to follow them blindly.”

Colton looked at her. “Oh, definitely don’t follow anything the Brotherhood says blindly, no. They’re snakes,” he agreed. “But I’ll follow my leader just like you follow yours. They must know what they’re doing, even if it stresses us out to even consider it.” he sighed and took another long drink before he looked at her again. “It does seem like a pretty big betrayal, though. The Brotherhood have been nothing but trouble for Wolves and Vixens for as long as I remember.”

#[ariella]

cal-pierce:

At this, Cal paused, bringing his hand to his forehead to run his fingers over the spot, feeling it only slightly sensitive–only partially annoyed that Colton would be right about the bruise. “Yeah, I guess you are,” he lets out, while shooting him a light glare at the same time. Maybe girls would find the bruise hot, but for whatever reason nowadays, he only cared about one girl’s opinion. Picking up the beer he had ordered, Cal took a long drink, and then sit it right back down, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm. “I hope you don’t plan on making me do anything else stupid. Because I can assure you that if you get me drunk enough, I probably will do whatever you want me to.”

Colton raised an eyebrow. “Why would you tell me that? I will definitely use that to my advantage,” he chuckled as he picked up his drink, taking a sip. “Would you drive a car into a lake if I told you to? Or like...we could set up a ramp, and then drive it over the ramp...” he waved his hand. “Maybe that’s a bad idea. Like, worse than usual.” he took another sip. “What are we going to do, then? Because I’m definitely not going to just sit here all night. We’re gonna run around somewhere. Maybe find some damn fireworks.”

#[cal]#[flashback]

margo-moony:

Anywhere in town, one could feel the shift in the atmosphere. About what? Margo wasn’t exactly sure. Something to do with the clubs probably. After all, they owned this town and everyone else was just living in it. “You know, I’m starting to get a serious case of FOMO around here. Where is the twitter account that keeps me updated on all the drama that happens in Jericho, because I seriously need to know.”

Colton chuckled as he glanced at her. “FOMO? What does that mean again? I can’t keep up with all of these things...” he patted her back. “You don’t know, huh? It’s better that way, trust me. Drama is meant to be avoided.” he sighed. “Especially this level of drama.”

#[margo]

cal-pierce:

Cal couldn’t stop the glare that formed on the face, but at the same time, he did never say that he was successful in those moments. Though, that’s what annoyed him even more at that moment. Rolling his eyes, Callum decided to take his advice–even though just moments ago when he had done that, he tried to smash a can on his head. But nonetheless, he could move past this… for now. “I’ll always accept a free drink.”

“Good,” Colton said as he walked Callum over to the bar and called out for a couple of beers. “You’re gonna have a huge fucking bruise on your forehead, I bet. God, that’s gonna be good.” he smirked and shrugged. “Or at least a nice red mark. You can tell girls that you got into a wild fight and they’ll think that’s hot. Maybe you can actually get laid. Aren’t I helpful to you?” he patted Cal’s back, and then took a long drink. “And the drink will help you forget the pain.”

#[callum]

reagancooper:

Ruffling Kyler’s hair, the blonde sent him running inside with direction to let the others know one more was joining them. “I’d say you’re welcome to stay. But…” she let herself trail off. They both knew who would be on the other side of the door waiting for Colton, most likely with a loaded shotgun. If it wasn’t enough that the man had knocked the blonde up and gifted her with an adorable child, but then add in the fact that they broke up and he was still apart of the wolves? Yeah, saying Henry hated him was an understatement. “Henry might have a few words to say about the matter. But I’m hoping with Margo here he’ll remain calm. Or maybe because Kyler probably won’t leave your side.” Smiling she started to head towards the house, her skirt swishing behind her as she walked. “Thank you for coming and hanging out with us. It means a lot to Kyler when he gets to see you on the holidays.”

Colton nodded when Reagan trailed off. She didn’t have to elaborate, he knew how much Henry hated him. Colton didn’t exactly care, but he didn’t want Kyler to see his crazy uncle ready to throw down with his dad. That wouldn’t be a good 4th of July.

“We’ll just see how it goes,” he suggested as he started to follow her. She really was beautiful. He knew he shouldn’t bring it up, but he could think it. He smiled a bit. “I think Henry might behave himself for Kyler’s sake, huh? I know I will. So, as long as he stays calm, I’m good to go. Not that I’ve ever been bothered by any of his threats in the past. Today won’t change that.”

He nodded. “You’re welcome,” he said. “But it’s my pleasure, honestly. I love that kid. I know I’m not around enough, but I do what I can.” he smirked at her. “Are you at all happy about my presence as well?”

#[reagan]

camillexjohnson:

Colton’s reassurance relieved the rest of the tension Camille held in her shoulders. The taut muscles relaxed as she took in a deep, settling breath, and actually summoned a real smile to form. “You’re right. Thank you, Colton. I think I just needed to hear that from someone who is as passionate about our cause and family as I am.” Not someone who was in their family, not someone who had been raised to believe it, but a member that had joined willingly and had stayed. She fell into step with him, immediately nodding at the idea of a drink. “Yes. Let’s do that. That’s a great idea.”

“Yeah? Well, I can tell you that any time you need to hear it,” he chimed as he started to walk along. “Yeah? Good. I’m always up for a drink with a good friend.” he smiled at her and stuffed his hands into his pockets as they walked along. “So...let’s talk about something lighthearted, something funny. Any good town gossip going around?”

#[camille]

ariellaleven:

The Howling Room was quiet, or so it felt like to Ariella, lost in her thoughts. All she heard was a buzzing sound. The words that had been spoken were still hanging in the air. The Wolves were now in an alliance with the Brotherhood of Anarchy, something that no one expected to see. “It’s bullshit,” she said suddenly. “How the fuck did this happen? After everything? There’s no way I’m playing nice with the frat boys.”

Colton smirked and looked up at her. “I know,” he said. “But we have to trust that there’s a plan in place. You don’t have to play nice, you just ignore their pathetic asses.” Colton didn’t like the idea of allying with them, either. He didn’t trust any of them, and even though he trusted Julian...he wasn’t going to just give his trust to these people. These people who were led by Seran. A man who had threatened him many times before, and had threatened many Wolves before. Nope. They just couldn’t be trusted.

“We still work with our own. We’re the Wolves. We take care of each other,” Colton said as he looked at her. “I protect my own, and the allies I trust. The Brotherhood aren’t trustworthy. I’m sure they’re as angry about this as you are.”

#[ariella]

cal-pierce:

Callum froze for a moment, trying to figure out whether or not this was a good idea or not. Since he was slightly intoxicated, his mind was a bit more cloudy than usual, but that usually wasn’t an issue. He assumed he could make logical decisions. Plus, Colt egging him on was enough for him to decide to go ahead and go for it.

But, he shouldn’t had. The second the can collided with his head, he hissed and bent over, covering his head with one hand. After a few seconds, he stood upright again, lightly glaring at Colton. “And I’m the one with the hard head–you did this when you were a kid?!”

Colton laughed hysterically at the sight of Cal bent over, holding his head in pain. He smirked, a little chuckle escaping his lips at the sight of his angry companion. “Yeah, I did,” he said. “I never said I was successful, though. I just did it.” he had a cheeky smirk on his face, and then he patted Cal’s back. “Alright, buddy, shake it off. You gotta be tougher than that. I’ll even buy you another drink.”

#[callum]

wolvespresident:

Relax. Be happy. Of course, under the surface, Julian held an inkling feeling to just destroy the bar, blow the place up and take out the Rebels and Brotherhood at once. But that was a thought for another time, the crews like termites you couldn’t extinguish no matter what you did. Raising his glass to his lips to drink, as he shifted, turning to examine the crowd. “I suppose we can relax for the time being.” Not really. Julian was working solo today, mindset on keeping the path they were. “Just make sure you don’t go picking a fight with someone. I’d put money down on you and Roxy to do so.”

Colton held up his hand. “As much as I’m honored at how well you know me, I swear that I’ll behave myself,” he said with a smirk. “I’m just drinking and keeping my eyes open, watching these fools.” he said as he looked around. “Tensions seem...pretty low today. I don’t know if that means anything, but I like it.” he looked back at Julian. “Even you seem pretty relaxed. So, I’m trying to keep to the same vibe.” he tapped the table lightly with his fingers. “So, I guess we don’t have any plans today, huh?”

#[julian]#[flashback]

eli-drake:

“Well…” Eli looked around the room, hues glanced back to the boys. Shock rolled from the Brotherhood to the Wolves, all—for once—sharing the same sentiment. “That was unexpected.”

Colton looked over at Eli, then took another long swig of his drink. He was still processing. Part of him wanted to lash out and to be furious, but another part told him to trust Julian’s discretion. He’d walk himself to an early grave if Julian told him to, hell if any of the Johnson’s told him to basically, so he really hoped this wasn’t a terrible idea. He really hoped Julian knew what he was doing.

“Hmm, that’s putting it lightly,” he said as he looked at his nearly empty glass. “Not happy, then? Don’t worry, I can tell you aren’t the only one.”

#[eli]

roxanaxmcquillen:

How long she’d been there, she didn’t know. Since the announcement, her friendly chat with her President, Roxy needed to blow off some steam. Better to take out her irritation on a standing target instead of taking it out on an actual person. The smell of gunpowder and gunshots intoxicated her senses, Roxy throwing down her card. “I came prepared.” And picked out her own spot, emptied her bag equipped with plenty of ammo and a couple of her favorite pieces from Ares Arsenal. The focus, power, it distracted her thoughts, all of them narrowed down to one bullet with each pull of the trigger.

“I came here for peace and quiet.” Roxy warned the other, not bothering to move from her section at the Range as she emptied her gun’s chamber, and re-loaded it with evident irritability. “You wanna chat, you better start shooting.”

Colton watched her, then shrugged. “Aw, come on,” he cooed, but then he went to get a gun to shoot some targets with, in order to chat with lovely Roxy. About all the shit that went down. Because a lot of shit went down.

“So,” he started as he lifted the gun, squinting at his own target before firing off a round. He glanced at her. “You were there. What do you think? What the hell is going on?”

#[roxy]

lucinafalcone:

Lucina had never really enjoyed loud and crowded spaces, she was more suited for an organized setting and not a place that was so full of people running about left and right, shouting and drinking. It was fun for a bit, but the heat made it a bit unbearable. That was the reason she had searched for the most secluded table she could find and sat herself down at it, back against the table with her head tilted back all the way as she used a fan plugged to her phone to cool off. Historical day, her ass. People only came out to get drunk and kiss during fireworks. Not that she wasn’t one of them, but, hey, at least no one had to hear her be oddly hypocritical.

Colton wandered over to Lucina’s table, almost as if he was magnetized to it. He liked to hang around people who had gang ties, what could he say? And her mother was a powerful lady in this town.

“Lucina!” he chimed. He knew she hadn’t been around the town for a while, so it was interesting to see her back. “Not enjoying the festivities? Aw, why the long face?” he grinned and sat down across from her at the secluded table.

#[lucina]

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