“Honey, I would have done it for a ‘pretty please’. But I’ll take that twenty.” The redhead finishes with a wink. “Come on lets get to it before anyone starts asking questions.” Sam didn’t dabble in drugs, never found the appeal. Aside from a joint or two within a week, but that’s where she drew the line. Of course she knew about Danny boy’s little operation, she wasn’t out of the loop. Grabbing one end, she waited to follow his lead.
It was good, having things go his way. Obviously, most people would agree with the sentiment. But in Danny’s case this needs to be stated, maybe even notarized. With him there was always a hangup, a pebble in the shoe. Sometimes he was the pebble himself, but sometimes things just worked out. Like this one time. With the help, he was able to move the booth around quietly and discreetly. “You ain’t gonna buy anything at the store with ‘pretty please’, might as well get something real out of it.” Danny took his wallet out and flashed out a 20 bill. “As promised.”
“This... This won’t work. I need a booth that’s over there, not here.” He pointed out. Why was Danny being such a stickler about the booth? Simple. Cause he was planning to sell his former schoolmates a fuckton of molly. He did that every year under the guise of a frozen yogurt sale. It was his primary source of income for the year, and right now it was at risk because some idiot at the town hall put him right next to the sheriff’s post. Assholes. “Help me move this tent around and I’ll make it worth your time, c’mon. 20 bucks.”
“ –– be grateful that you at least have one HELL of a mother to theoretically celebrate christmas with. even if she’s got a lot to do, which is partly my fault. ” her slurring just got so much worse with every second that passed, but surprisingly she at least still managed to create a proper syntax. at his question, she raised her eyebrow into the air for a second since she didn’t know he was already into smoking, but then she just shrugged with her shoulders while she offered him a cigarette. “ i hope your mom knows you do that, or otherwise she’s gonna kill me. ” she also threw her lighter towards him, before she thankfully took the flask into her own. and she didn’t even waste another second before getting even more intoxicated. “ GOD, that feels good. ” a laugh escaped her throat while it was now even harder to stand straight, but she simply tried to keep her attention on the young boy, so she could distract herself from falling to the ground. “ send your best regards to your mom… though i bet i’ll see her even sooner. anyway, what are you doing up so late, huh ? ”
“She knows...” She doesn’t, actually.
Danny took the cigarette from the president’s hands and caught the lighter mid-air. To be fair, Christmas was a weird time for him as well. Everyone tells him he’s too young to remember, but he has these flashes of christmasses before Veronica, before the Diablos. He can’t remember enough to actually tell someone without them thinking it’s all bullshit, but there it is, like a faint stamp on the back of his palm from a carnival long gone. He took another puff of the cigarette and looked at her, scrambling for an explanation. “Just bored, I guess. I wanted to test the new intake for my bike. What do you think?” Customizing bikes was kind of his thing. Danny’s current experiment was putting a turbo intake on his day to day bike, a 10 year old Ducati that might as well be Theseus’ ship, because he replaced so much of it from scrap. It could theoretically reach 170 MPH, but it could also blow up. 50/50. “Can’t wait to get initiated and ride a Harley though...”
It wasn’t odd to see Harrison sitting alone at a bar, nursing his drink quietly as he watched the other patrons. It allowed him time to think and the waitresss knew he was a regular and generally kept his drinks coming, knowing that by the end of the night his tab would be paid with a generous tip but today the treasurer was on edge. He kept his eyes on a man, a stranger who seemed to simply be passing through but had decided about three drinks in that personal boundries didn’t exist for him.
The man’s yapping had become annoying nearly an hour ago, thirty minutes ago it had become enough for Harrison to shoot him a harsh glare but when the man, drunk and looking for a fight had grabbed one of the waitresses, whispering something in her ear as she struggled to get away from himHarrison had seen red and before he knew it he was making his way across the bar, a determined fire blazing in his eyes as he marched, as well as he could, over to where the man was sitting.
“Listen, bud,” he began lowly, “If you keep that up I’m gonna start punching you and if I do that I’m gonna go to jail and if I’m going to jail I’m going to make damn sure it’s worth it, you hearing what I’m saying?” He gritted out, his brows furrowed as his hand gripped his cane tightly.
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Danny thought threatening people was really stupid. If you want to do some bad shit to an asshole, you don’t proudly announce it, he thought. Just go ahead and do it! If he was in Harrison’s shoes, he would’ve just broke a bottle of pabst blue ribbon on the fucker’s head, but then again, he probably wouldn’t have cared enough about some random waitress to do so. Good thing the treasurer of the diablos liked to drink in the same shitty dive that never bothered to check Danny’s fake ID.
The prospect approached the table with the two of them and completely ignored the jerk who was bothering the waitress as he talked to Harrison: “You’ll need an entire legal team just to beat assholes like this at this rate.” His nonchalance was meant to imply that this was a regular thing, which already made the guy almost piss his pants. Hopefully he’d just apologize and get the fuck out of their sight before this shit gets complicated.
𝑰𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 camilla truly hated, then it was 𝓬𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷. she couldn’t understand the meaning behind it, nor why people made such a fuss about such stupid nonsense. so, it was NO surprise that the brunette – ( once again, like each year ) – was highly intoxicated with the christmas days coming to an end. the dark circles under her brown colored eyes were more than obvious & with every step that she took, she lost more and more b a l a n c e. the diablo was swaying through the dark alley, trying to get as far away as possible from anyone screaming “ tis the season to be jolly ” in her face. yes, that still happened, even if the days were basically over. it seemed so IMPOSSIBLE though as yet again another person walked up to her. “ listen —- ” she mumbled, but it was extremely hard to understand even one word that left her red, slightly shaking lips. shaking because the young 𝔀𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷 was only wearing a dress and her dad’s old biker jacket above it, nothing else, since she just left the deseo & you simply didn’t NEED a lot of clothes in that club. looking over at the person that now stood infront of her, a sigh could be heard from her side. “ i kindly suggest you to fuck off or i’ll shove… — ” quickly she went silent, knowing she still had a 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 to keep after all. so, another try.“ if you can’t see… ” her words were almost a whisper now and with a trembling hand, she lit up a cigarette, placing it inbetween her lips. “ i’m not in the mood to listen how A M A Z I N G your christmas was & what kind of gifts you got. except — if you have some alcohol , i might listen. can’t promise anything, but it is a start. ”
“Yeah, ‘cause I’m really the type of dude that has swell Christmasses." He thought of adding a Gee Whiz Louise or some other old people shit like that to really drive his point across, but he stopped himself, remembering he wasn’t just the kid that hangs around anymore. He was a prospect and had to up the respect to his president. Danny was used to it, holiday season sucking, that is. He figured this town was far from hell, even though it sure felt like it sometimes, but hey — he is indeed the diablos’ spawn. He eyed Camilla for a second, wondering why she hated the holidays so much. Ever since Danny knew her, it was always the same attitude about it, but his mom raised no nosy wannabe therapist asshole. “Can I bum one off you?” He asked, pointing at the cigarettes in her hand as he took a little chrome flask out of his back pocket. “Here. Mom predicted you’d be doing your Christmas thing by now and she sent this.” Actions speak louder than words and this was proof of that.
( dylan sprayberry. nineteen. cismale. he/him. ) in texas, daniel devereaux is known to most as danny. they have been riding with the diablos for his entire life. he is originally from stratfort and the prospect is known to be very inconsiderate & impatient but the other club members will tell you they are articulate & talented. as the years go by, he’s gained a lot of respect in the club and around town. He rarely ever drives a car but when he does kill v. maim by grimes is usually heard blasting. ( the sound of leather rubbing on leather, a tire iron scraping against the asphalt, a wrestling octagon. ) [ lipe. 24. utc -3. he/him. ]
▍ FACE CLAIM: Dylan Sprayberry
▍ NAME: Daniel Devereaux
▍ AGE: 19
▍ GENDER: Cismale
▍ NATIONALITY: American
▍ BIRTHDAY: August 5th
▍ RESIDENCE: Newton
L I K E S
▍ DRINK: Iced tea
▍ FOOD: Barbecue
▍ DAY OR NIGHT: Night
▍ SNACKS: Any Fruit
▍ COLOR: Black
▍ SEXUALITY: Aromantic Bisexual
L O O K S
▍ BODY TYPE: Fit & Lean
▍ EYE COLOR : Blue
▍ HAIR COLOUR: Dark Blond
T H E F A C T S
Danny has a vague memory of his mom. Not his Veronica mom, no, his first mom, the one the reapers killed. Shelly. He remembers crying at her funeral, then everything else is mostly a blur. There was Veronica, who became auntie Vee, who then became mom. He doesn’t remember when he started calling Veronica mom, but it felt right from the start, as she did raise him, being promoted from close friend to auntie, to Godmother, to legal guardian.
No one really tried to sugarcoat the truth for him. they were always very straightforward, the Diablos. His mom was a friend of Veronica’s who had the misfortune of living in the home of the Reapers and around the time Danny was born, the tensions between Diablos and Reapers were unbearable. With them it was never an eye for an eye. It was more like an eye for an eye plus a hand. Just a constant rise of conflict, until people who never had a lot to do with the crews started to get the consequences of it. People like Shelly.
Daniel was 5 years old when his mother died, and he’s been around the Diablos ever since. At 8 he could tell who was coming and going just from their bike’s noises. At 15 he was able to disassemble a Harley’s engine and put it back together — sometimes not perfectly, but he could do it fairly often. At 17 he was getting expelled from the local school before he could complete senior year and get graduated.
Ever since he was a kid, Danny wanted in on the crew. He was already family, but that wasn’t enough. Now that he had free time and no school to keep him down, he was working at the local Diablo-owned shop and doing his best as a prospect. Daniel can’t wait to burn down everything the reapers ever made. But for that, he needs to prove himself as a prospect first. Which is hard, as the others mostly see him as a mascot.
