#andy003

[izzyrojas]

@andythane​

She’d originally been looking for someone else outside but when she sees Andy taking a quick cigarette break outside, she decides to come over to chat with him. “I hate to say it, but I might’ve made your wife the hottest one here,” Izzy remarks, as if Andy didn’t know. Izzy, of course, always wanted to be the hottest in the room and although she was damn close, the body paint had truly put Rowan into a league of her own. “You having fun?”

[scthcartcr]

@andythane​

There’s not a lot of people that Seth trusts but all of them are his brothers in some way (plus Emmeline but she didn’t count for the moment in her state), Damian included. However, the first and only one he called in the panic was Andy Thane— admittedly, only because A was at the top of his contacts list but him being Vice President didn’t hurt either. Seth knew he’s one of the best ones out there to help, alongside the requested men that trickled in from their respective homes, he guessed. Thankfully, no one questioned why they were helping Emme, considering she wasn’t an Old Lady or really even an affiliate of the Club but if anyone questioned it, Seth would be happy to fucking answer why. 

Even if he wasn’t the best at showing it, Seth was thankful to see Andy Thane roll up, Finn shortly behind him and Jer arriving— all within a short amount of time. Enough time for Seth to shoot Noah, go back inside to talk to Ryder and eventually move to smooth Emme’s hair till she heard them roll up to the apartment. Seth stood between the two apartments waiting for Andy to approach before bringing him into Emme’s apartment, blood spatters everywhere as they enter, closing the door behind them. “Fucker was in here when I dropped her off, I guess,” Seth shrugs at the dead body on the floor. Looking over at Andy, eyebrows perked up at him. “She shot him, I finished him,” he explains. Seth looks over his shoulder toward Ryder’s apartment, his mind still present with Andy but the rest of him was like a magnet to go back to Emme, to comfort her. “She ain’t cut out for all this though. Figured it’d be better if we handle it,” He knows that Andy can relate to the protectiveness that Seth has fired up inside of him, considering Andy would have everyone over in a heartbeat to help Rowan. Seth would certainly be first in line to assist where he could. 

It’s just the way of the Club.

[sawyergraves]

Location: Primordial MC Clubhouse

@andythane​

“My money’s on the kid in blue— he’s definitely gonna eat shit first," Sawyer mumbled around his cigarette as he gestured at the two teenage boys hopping the curb with their bicycles and popping wheelies down on the street below them. From the clubhouse rooftop, he and Andy practically had a front row seat to the show. The kid in blue was cocky and too sure of himself, just like Sawyer had been at that age— a fact that made it all too easy for the blond to confidently place his bet on the guy. Sawyer had learned the hard way that overconfidence rarely ended well, especially when two wheels and pavement were involved. Chucking darkly as the young boy shakily landed his latest trick, Sawyer couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia rush over him as he watched the two of them. Sometimes, it felt just like yesterday that Sawyer and the man beside him were pulling off similar shit on the exact same street. Other times, it felt like a lifetime ago. “Ya think we ever looked that cool?” He asked as he turned to glance at Andy, the corner of his mouth lifting into a crooked smirk. “Maybe we just thought we did," Sawyer murmured a moment later, passing his cigarette over to the other man. Over time, he'd moved from popping wheelies on his bicycle to spinning doughnuts and hopping ramps on his first ever Harley like some sort of Evel Knievel wannabe. Looking back on it, Sawyer wondered how the fuck he'd even survived his twenties. “If I tried that now, I’d bust my fuckin’ ass right there on the pavement.”