Location: Primordial MC Clubhouse
@toddcrozier
Heading into the clubhouse for a quick break in between his appointments, Sawyer made a beeline for the fridge and snagged a beer. Popping off the cap, he tossed it onto the counter, watching it circle in place for a moment like a spinning top before finally settling. Sawyer couldn't help but wonder when his day would finally stop spinning too. Between all the oil changes and tire rotations, his day was jam packed, meaning he wouldn't be getting away in time to drop by the florist before they closed. And so ultimately, his order would lay abandoned on the counter— unless…Spotting Todd in the clubhouse, Sawyer suddenly perked up, "Hey, Prospect," he called out, waving the younger man over. "Need ya for somethin'." Nodding, he raised his beer to his lips, "Want my vote?” He asked, cracking a wide grin, “I need ya to handle an errand for me."
