@will-york
"Hey, I brought grub... Only you here?" He glanced around the clubhouse. It wasn't unusual for him to bring leftovers from the grill, if he left the bags on the table, the mc always knew they could dig in when they arrived. "How's the new patch treatin' ya? Gotta say, your face was a fuckin' picture when you thought you were in trouble." Joel chuckled. "You deserve this, bro. You'll be fine." Patting his shoulder, he sighs as he sits down with a tray of cheesy fries. "Where is everybody? Still recovering from Nate's party?"








