* ╱ 𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓
●︎ when: june 2019 ●︎ where: deadwood pride : streets ●︎ with: open to any muse
it wasn’t often one would see a motorcycle gang celebrating pride in a town that historically never participated. then again, deadwoods finest always seemed to surprise him. these were the same folks that took him in at the age of seven and gave him a support system. he owed them more then they could ever realize and it was them who forced him out to celebrate with them. one of the female pack members even coaxed him into her salon chair and dyed his hair from it’s natural flaming red to a sultry silver color that actually impressed him. dressed in grey sweatshirt that read, “feed the good wolf,” with a pride symbol under the wording - giles couldn’t help but chuckle some. as music blared throughout the streets of dell rapids, the man lost himself in the music and just continued to dance on his own. as sweat beaded on his brow, giles made use of towel he’d been given from a local vendor and wiped it away. the man was clearly here to have fun and so it caught him off guard when someone stepped behind him, tapped him on the shoulder and asked him to dance. “sure thing.” he smiled not caring who it was that asked him.
