Back To Brothers || Tommy & Lawrence
Lawrence smiled, enjoying the rumble of his bike underneath him. He'd missed riding through Prosaic, moving his big old bike around. But more than that, he'd missed being in the club house with his brothers, messing around and drinking beers. He'd only been back in town for a few days, and he still hadn't gotten around to spending any amount of time with Tommy. Tommy had always been there for Lawrence, like the big brother Lawrence never had, and he'd always appreciated the advice that Tommy had given him over the years. Tommy had been his sponsor, showing him the way of the club and aiding him anytime he needed it. In return, Lawrence had helped Tommy in anyway he could, trying to pay Tommy back for all of the times that he'd helped him out.
And now, Tommy was going to teach him how to fight better, something that Lawrence was excited to learn. They'd taught him some hand to hand combat in his training with the FBI, but the FBI preferred guns to physical combat. It made sense to Lawrence, because criminals were more likely to surrender at the thought of getting shot than they would at the idea of getting the shit beat out of them. But it had hindered Lawrence a bit when he'd joined the Diablos. Sure, he could hold his own in a fight, but he was definitely several levels down from Tommy. When he'd asked Tommy, he'd been ecstatic at the idea of training Lawrence and had agreed immediately.
Lawrence pulled his bag from his bike, holding his change of clothes for after their training session and his gloves, then headed to the small, elevated ring that the Diablos would practice in. Tommy was already there, completely warmed up and ready to got. Lawrence swung himself into the ring, and Tommy turned to see who it was. When Lawrence's face registered, Tommy's smile broke out. "Hey, brother, how are ya?" Lawrence asked, holding his arms for a hug. They embraced tightly, like only Brothers can. "You ready to teach me how to fight?"
