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Dean stood outside the bar, admiring the bike that had been sitting outside. It was nice, really nice and it certainly wasn’t helping Dean’s desire to actually get a motorcycle for himself one day. He had pulled up shortly after the man who had owned it had entered the building and so after admiring it a bit more, Dean walked through to doors after him. It was the usual kind of bar that biker would show up to; cliche in the sense that it was like every other roadside biker bar Dean had been to in the midwest.
“ ‘cuse me? ” Dean said, trying to approach the older man. “ Saw that bike out there of yours, just wanted to tell you that she’s real impressive. Seems like you got a wild ride there. ”
Admittedly the old ‘wolf had his suspicions of the car that’d pulled into the parking lot not long after he’d parked out front, the line of bikes all bearing the same club logo on polished chrome and painted motorcycles, but it’d slipped his mind after settling up at the bar, more concerned with playfully flirting with the blonde behind the bar out of habit. Cigar smoke hung in the air along with stale beer, not to mention the shot of tequila currently in the ‘wolf’s hand as he turned his head to glance at the newcomer through the door. Eh, probably a possible prospect for club, Reno mused, downing the shot with a wrinkle of his nose before clicking the glass on the bar top in a silent request for a refill to the bartender.
“ S’is quie’ a beau’, ain’t she? ” Reno grinned, attention returning to the man speaking to him, scars tugging on either side of his face as his eyes slide up and down the younger man. Pretty, he’ll give him that. Plus, getting the chance to brag about his bike was part of the reason Reno rolled out of bed some mornings. “ T’at bike ou’ t’ere’s ma’ pride an’ joy, spen’ t’e las’ few years wor’in’ on ‘er. ”
beware of wolves they tell you; don’t provoke the wolf that’ll prowl outside your door. hell, even the old stories of the big bad wolf is meant to scare you away. what they never told you that wolves aren’t always what they seem. they are intelligent, cunning creatures sure, but they don’t always walk on all fours. men can bare a wolfish smile after all, and what’s more dangerous than that?
i suppose the moral of the story is it’s me you should be afraid of
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