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Guns, Steel, & Top Rockers|| Bo', Wilo, & Jett [Closed]
He stared into the open mouth of the gun. It was hollow but wielded an energy other weapons lacked. Jett was aware of the danger in bullets and that a knife fight was a less certain death. The only trouble was, his legs didn’t move as fast as his mind. He had a terrible habit of freezing as opposed to fighting. However, he managed to find his own piece of good fortune in that Vedder was also shocked. The jeers and undulating mass of stink and alcoholism was what jarred him from this malaise. He gripped his tors and ran for the knife. This was like it’s own twisted Hunger Games, a fantasy that wasn’t altogether foreign to Jett.
The slender fingers of Vedder clawed at his face as his nails clawed at the stark plywood boards beneath. Though his opponent was skinny and awkward, he had wild nature that got lost on uselessness. Jett knew better than to trust a man’s exterior and grew accustomed to the caged animal within Vedder. He was preparing for this moment that he didn’t even know would occur, at least on some levels. There was fighting within the brotherhood, that he knew for sure, but this dangerous game was not altogether expected either.
The only way to get the other prospect off his back was elbow him in the groin and abdomen. Though Vedder managed to bite at his ear and tear his hair and shirt, Jett found himself stumbling into the ring. He was splayed out with his back to the wooden boards. They bent and dipped under the pressure and weight of his body. That’s when vedder finally followed his lead. His adversary was now standing above him and kicked his kidneys. The seering pain of a vital organ meeting unnecessary force made Jett sputter. He then leaned forward and gripped Vedder by the ankle and pulled him to the ground. The other prospects body collapsed into the ring with a large slap.
While his opponent was still stunned, Jett crawled toward the stool and yanked the knife from where it was lodged. He held the blade up for a moment of lapsed inspection, and then felt hands gripping his abdomen. His body was pushed toward the ropes and the precarious position of the knife managed to find flesh, only it was his own. The searing pain of a gash on his thigh was enough to unleash his inner rage. He was now fading into the abyss of his own raw emotions. Jett grunted and squealed like a stuck pig. With red faced and hot rage boiling beneath the surface of his skin he gripped Vedder and shoved him to the plywood boards with all his force. The following vibrations shook his feet and he fell to his knees. The other prospect had smeared blood on the wooden surface as his head burst open as a result of impact.
Jett loomed above and considered where he might do the least damage. He hoped this was some kind of sick joke, that he didn’t have to kill Vedder to get his colors, but this wasn’t the only amoral thing he ever did his life. he took a deep breath and the gouged the glinting blade into Vedder’s shoulder. He didn’t want to kill, he just wanted this moment to end, but at the same time, could struggle his way out of his own inner demons. He would do anything for his own success within this club.
Bo lowered the gun and grinned. His teeth shown beneath the glowing lamplight, proof of his inner mirth. The struggle between the two prospects amused his inner love of torture and mind games. He didn’t have a cause for concern until Jett was holding the knife above Vedder’s chest. He had a feeling this was the way things would end, but didn’t bet on Jett’s capabilities either. There was a part of him that wanted to see if he would go through with it, pierce the blade through the kids heart and then bury the evidence. This was not something Bo was looking forward to, but he held his breath as the kid lunged the blade into his victim. He missed the mark.
"Stop, you stupid piece of shit." Bo moved toward the ring and pushed Jett off of Vedder with heavy hands. He studied his presidents unwavering movements and then the nod of his head. He check Vedder’s pulse and found his heart was still beating and dragged him out of the ring and toward his cousin. "Fix this up, will you?" His voice was gruff and disappointed. Bo wasn’t sure if he wanted to watch a murder, or if he preferred to see that Jett wasn’t willing to kill a future brother. This was proof of a sick brand of loyalty, but Bo wasn’t in the mood to sort through his thoughts. He just knew the kid had earned his top rocker, finally.
"Go clean yourself up out back and then come in here." He hollered out to Jett and nodded toward Wilo. When the kid left the room, he turned his attention back to his youngest brother, "Woobs, get the cut, would you?" Tommy would have to present the leather, and now was the time for a melancholy celebration.
He studied the fight with an intensity that seemed to plague his present circumstances. When Jade walked toward him, he didn’t notice her presence until she spoke. Tommy rolled the unlit cigar in his fingers and the chewed at the tip. He spat out some of the brown leaves and then lit a match. he inhaled the putrid smoke and then exhaled without letting it enter his lungs. He then took a large swig of whiskey and placed the bottle on the ground. “It’s complicated sweetheart.” He didn’t want to ignor his old lady, but his mind was at work, piecing together the unfolding scene. He then dropped the stogie on the floor and picked up his own child. He had a hopes for this new addition to the Wickes family.
"Hey kid, look at this shit." He chuckled and held the baby out to see the action. Tommy then cradled the small bundle of malleable flesh in the vastness of his forearm. He never imagined that he would have child, and even when it came to fruition, the size of a baby was what fascinated him most. They were so small and vulnerable, like the inner recesses of his own being.
"Yeah, that’s enough." he nodded to Bo and then handed his child back to Jade. When Jett left the room he raised a bottle in the air and then to all his brothers. "We got some club business to handle." He kissed Jade on the cheek and made a circling motion with his index finger. "When that little shit comes in here, tell him we want to see him in church." He walked out into the cool night and then eventually into the familiar doors of the clubhouse. He was home again, and now time and business were marching forward. With one important member lost this year, they had just now gained another, at least if the vote remained unanimous.
As he watched the two prospects in the ring, it was clear when both became taken over by the situation the club had thrown them in. He shook his head as he watched Vedder claw at Jett’s face but his head dropped back as a laughed rolled out seeing Jett stab himself in the leg. It probably wasn’t the funniest thing he had ever witnessed from Jett but all he could think was, ‘trust that fucker to stab himself.’ Was it possible that the two of them had realised that one of them would be patching in tonight if all went according to plan? He wasn’t entirely sure if death of one of the prospects was actually on the cards tonight but there wasn’t much he’d put past Bo, so just like the two in the ring, Wilo was waiting to see what would unfold.
He stuck two of his between his lips and whistled as Jett shoved Vedder’s face into the plywood. He was possibly more thrilled than his brothers but he had some weird friendship bond going on with Jett and frankly, Vedder pissed him off more often than not. As He watched Jett stand over Vedder, it was as though he could see Jett’s mind ticking over at what he was meant to do now and he wondered if Jett would take the kill shot. He gave a brief look towards Bo and then his Uncle but nether acknowledged him, so he couldn’t get an idea of when this was going to be called to stop. Then, Jett stuck the blade into Vedder’s shoulder and Wilo nodded, despite the sound coming from Vedder. Then, Bo finally moved into the ring, shoving Jett away.
Taking a step back, he looked to his right and saw Ramona coming out from behind a corner and frowned for a moment before his gut dropped. She was holding his cousin in her arms and looking pretty content while doing so. Wilo wasn’t one for kids, the idea gave him nightmares and he only ever held his cousin when Jade didn’t leave him any choice. He watched as Ramona handed him over to Tommy and he walked over to her, giving her cheek a quick kiss while no one was watching. He moved away from Ramona and nodded to Bo, “will do.” He headed out and walked into the clubhouse, going to where they kept the patches. He saw Tommy enter church so he followed and handed them to him, “here Boss.”
Jade put her hands in the back pockets of her jeans, and nodded despite Tommy not being able to see, “I know.” She answered, everything had been complicated lately but she knew better than to question and poke at him. If he needed her ear, then he’d take the opportunity when he was ready, she just hoped that whatever was going on would eventually sort itself out some there could be some kind of normal back on the lot. It seemed every time she popped over briefly, everyone was tense or had some kind of distant look on their face.
Though, as he took Bruno from Ramona and held him out to see the fight even though their son would have no idea what was happening, she shook her head with a smile. Not many in her position would find this amusing but some day, this would be her sons, he would sit and stand where his father stands now and she couldn’t help but find some pride in that. She took Bruno into her arms and nodded, “I’ll handle the clean up.” She had just turned when Bo was dragging Vedder over to her and she put Bruno into his car seat, “yeah, I’ll take care of it.” It was awkward moving Vedder’s cut out of the way and his breathing was light but still steady. Not worrying about his shirt, she cut it out of her way and began mending the wound in his shoulder.
Looking up she could see Jett, and she whistled, catching his attention and pointed to her bag, “grab some stuff to clean that. They want you in church so see me after so I can make sure you cleaned it properly.” She gave him a stern look, she didn’t trust his abilities to clean his own wound no matter if it was bad or not. She pulled her gloves off and tapped Vedder on the face, “come on, open those eyes.” He did so, very slowly, blinking a few times, she’d done her best to get the blood off his face from his head wound, “how you feeling?” she asked, “I lost.” She chuckled, “well, there’s always next time.” And then she frowned as he leant over to the side and vomited, “ok maybe not next time.” She pointed to one of the hang arounds, “help me get him inside.”
The Anatomy of A Donut|| Wilo & Sol
Sometimes fun had to be found in strange places, or at least away from the lot. For Sol, Gas Light wasn’t any different than any other seedy bar on the edge of a small town. He had seen worse, but of course, there was also a lot better. When he was a kid, his buddies managed to find a hole in the wall called the Cupcake Kitten somewhere in Oceanside, which of course was a thinly veiled euphemism. Though they were only sixteen, the bar tenders didn’t care much for the law or identification. For the most part, the place was left alone by just about everyone, save for the desperate fringe elements that crawled out from hiding. They had free reign to drink, be merry, and screw any woman that they managed to convince they were of age (if they cared). There was something about the red door with rusty hinges that washed nostalgia over Sol’s thoughts. He wasn’t a man that liked to get mired in the details of his past, but this faded memory was a welcome one that only made Gas Light more enticing.
He reached out and shook Wilo by the shoulder. His excitement now manifested itself in his gleeful grin. “Fuck yeah man. You ready for this shit? Are you ready for this shit?” His voice raised several decibels as he pulled the copper door handle. Sol wasn’t certain of whether or not he had taken Wilo their before, “Your first time man. You’re gonna love this shit.” His lips formed a cross between a snarl and a smile.
The stench of stale beer, body odor, unclean women and grease wafted through the air and clung to the walls. The bouncer at the door stood with his back hunched and shoulders pressed inward. He had a thick beard and a hat that looked like it came from the set of an 80s hair band music video. “What’s up Tiny,” Sol reached out his hand in greeting and nodded. “Anything good goin’ down tonight?” He directed his gaze toward a table where Rabbit was always seated and girl in roller skates was placing a cup of coffee in front of him. She was topless and weather worn, the kind of girl that looked like she had been dragged through the dirt behind a truck.
"Same shit, different day." Though Tiny acted diminutive, he appeared to perk up some when he realized Sol was talking to him. He looked down at his watch, "two a.m. is pretty early for you."
"I brought someone new." He pulled Wilo forward by the back of his neck and grinned, "this is Tiny." Though Sol wasn’t often on good terms with people, he found that people who lived on the edge of society comforted him. He had a respect for anyone that had the courage to shirk norms and be their own person. This always had the potential to deteriorate into hatred, but Tiny was harmless.
"Rabbit’s here, and Candy." An overweight flamboyant twenty year old guy skated by with no shirt on and winked.
Sol furrowed his brow in response to this new sight, “what is this shit?”
"Topless donuts, we’re tryin’ to attract women now too." Tiny moved his attention toward Wilo, "you should bring your girlfriends here. It’s a real nice place. Fun for everyone." He then shattered the air with raspy laughter and leaned into his chair. "I’ll get Candy. She’ll want to know you’re here."
He pulled out a chair next to Rabbit and sat down. “Nice to see you, brother.” There was no expectation that he would show up, this wasn’t his scene.
"Free donuts." He raised one of the sticky pastries in the air and then took a bite, "I’m hungry."
"You’re the only person who would come here for the fucking food." Sol laughed and nodded toward one of the regular waitresses. They were the kind of women that appreciated any kind of attention, negative or otherwise.
"You’re the only person that would come for the ambiance, you sick bastard." The pair laughed in unison and Rabbit brought his attention to Wilo. "What’s up Woobs? Is Sol poppin’ your GL cherry?"
Most people would have found a place like Gas light depressing. The establishment wasn’t sure of itself in appearance, much like the staff; it wasn’t a bar, strip club, or diner. These three concepts seemed mutually exclusive, but the owner thought it would be nice to make a place that met all of their needs, as opposed to one or two. The girls who skated by and gyrated against a distant stripper pole looked like they were pulled from a crack den. Some didn’t even try to hide the scars of track marks or other rough past misdeeds. Though it wasn’t most people’s version of normal, it felt like home to Sol.
As much as Wilo enjoyed being on the lot, spending the majority of his time there, it was nice to shake things up a bit by taking their fun elsewhere. Tonight, or early morning as it was, he had possibly too eagerly agreed to follow Sol to Gas light simply because there would be tits and donuts, donuts being what had him hook line and sinker. There wasn’t a shortage of stingy places and holes in the wall around Bethel but a few were visited more than others by the boys of the MC. Wilo was in the moment Sol offered to take him to Topless Tuesday, or whatever it was called, he couldn’t remember the specifics, he was just solely focussed on the donut aspect.
Wilo couldn’t remember the last time he actually saw Sol excited over something and was wondering when his brother last got off the lot but couldn’t contain his own chuckle as he was shaken by the shoulder. “Fuck oath man, donuts. All the donuts.” He should’ve been excited for tits also, but when it came to food, Wilo pretty much had a one-track mind, which usually left him, and Rabbit locked in a war in the kitchen over the shitty leftovers. This was his first trip to Gas Light and his curiosity over the establishment was peaking. He laughed, “you’ve never steered me wrong before man!” Since arriving in Bethel, Wilo had been taken under the MC’s wing and been shown a completely different aspect of their world by each member. Even though he had been a fucking shit to deal with when he first arrived on Tommy’s doorstep, he’d somehow managed to win everyone over.
The smell was what hit Wilo first, and anyone else would have probably been disgusted by it but he was hit with a sense of nostalgia. But he didn’t stay in that section of his mind for too long, now wasn’t a time to think back on his mother. His attention was snapped back when he took in the bouncer and he swallowed his laugh as Sol referred to him as Tiny. His eyes moved from the bouncer to the inside of the place and he spotted the topless, woman and he began comparing her to the girls on the lot, coming to the conclusion that the lot was winning. He spotted Rabbit as she moved and he made a mental note to guard his food like it was the most precious thing in the world.
He almost stumbled as Sol pulled him forward by the back of his neck, naturally Wilo’s attention wasn’t where it should be but he nodded in greeting, figuring if Sol was on even ground with this guy then he was ok in his books. Wilo looked at Sol, “who the fuck is Candy?” Because that’s wasn’t a typical porn or stripper name and he wondered just how many connections Sol had to women in such industries. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the overweight male skate past, “ah fuck man, you said women, not fucking dudes!” Wilo’s eyes widened as Tiny addressed him, “oh yeah, she’d love this.” Ramona would possibly try and break a bottle over his head while he slept if he tried to bring her here.
Dropping into a free chair, Wilo kept looking around and was questioning the appeal of the place. Maybe it was just that the food was good. He looked over as his nickname was mentioned, he nodded, “yep, and all was good until George Michael over there came into view. But anyway, I’m fuckin’ hungry. Where the fuck have you been man?” He replied to Rabbit, leaning over and stealing a pastry off his plate and quickly taking a bite before Rabbit could get it off him. Payback for the fucking sandwich Rabbit had stolen off him.
“So what exactly is this place?” Wilo asked, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.
Guns, Steel, & Top Rockers|| Bo', Wilo, & Jett [Closed]
He looked around the room with his eyes wide in an attempt to locate the meaning of his current situation. Jett wasn’t altogether sure what was about to happen to him, but there was something ominous in the way everyone sipped their beers. On the surface, this seemed like the average club party. They were all milling around trying to find a way to get their kicks and make the weekend go by faster. There were hang arounds attempting to attract the attention of sweetbutts who were wholly disinterested, on account of their neediness in regard to club protection. He studied a corner where a fellow mechanic ran his arm down Melissa’s shoulder and laughed.
His legs seemed to move without regard for his thoughts. He felt the heavy hands of Bo on his back and then the pressure to make his way to the ring. This wasn’t odd, bare knuckle fights were a sport that many were happy to partake in. Jett looked down at his thin limbs and frowned. He wasn’t altogether sure he was prepared for this, but as he continued to hear snippets of sentences about Vedder, he knew his chances of getting out alive increased. However, he could only assume the animosity from Bo increased in correlation to the laughter he had mustered. The real unfortunate part was that he couldn’t see the previous moment to its completion. What Jett wanted to know was whether or not Melissa had castrated someone that evening. Only time would tell, and it was now clear there was something in store for him. Whether this was a good surprise or not remained to be seen.
"Uh, yeah." Jett never could manage much of a response to Bo. He knew that if his sentences remained short and ambiguous there was less chance of things going sour. He didn’t want to piss himself again, not in public. There was still a part of Jett that wanted to maintain some semblance of dignity, even though he wasn’t altogether good at accomplishing that goal.
The ropes swung above his head as he grasped the plywood boards of the ring. Jett pulled himself to standing and wondered where Wilo managed to disappear to. He turned around and studied the room, hoping to find the one friend he managed to maintain. The room was dark and the hanging lamps shed round discs to stave off obscurity, and the main door opened to reveal Vedder stumbling over the threshold. Wilo was not short behind.
He wanted to greet his friend, but an uncomfortable feeling found its way into his abdomen. Jett put a hand over his stomach. Don’t vomit, don’t vomit, he thought. Though this wouldn’t be the first or last time the club would see him embarrass himself, there was something pivotal wafting through the magnetic buzz of the crowd in front of him.
Maybe it was the laughter that grated Bo’s nerves, or maybe it was just the presence of Jett. He wasn’t against hallucinogens, but he preferred to keep the prospect in line. If he wanted to do drugs other than smoke weed and drink, that was his business, but it had to be on his time. Bo wasn’t altogether sure he could trust a brother that was frying on acid when he needed him most. That wasn’t to say this was what Jett did, but his history with harder substances forced the SAA to grow skeptical of his abilities within the club. He knew potential was there, but life had a way of working itself for either good or bad.
"You’re only on bitch detail cause they seem to come when you call." Most prospects knew that when Bo was looking for them, he was in search of a release. However, he didn’t abuse them to curb his own aggression alone, he acted this way because it was a matter of course. He grew up with a founding member and several precepts of their way of life were drilled into has a child. Whether he liked Terrence or not was a different issue. He was trained to be here since the day he popped out of the womb. His fate was settled, and besides, there was nothing he could do better. A regular job just didn’t suit his nature.
He felt Jade bump into his shoulder and looked down at a displeased relation. “Hey.” He was now reaching his word budget and wasn’t sure there was much else to say. Bo liked Jade a great deal for a myriad of reasons. The only trouble was that she served as a distraction for Tommy. Their president was deteriorating into an ineffectual old man before his time. Bo even wondered if the president wanted to be in the room with them. He was more taciturn than ever and seemed to isolate from the club. “How’s your old man doing?” He rubbed his chin hair and eyed Tommy from the distance. Bo was loyal and that was why he got the SAA position, but he was also mean and unwilling to yield to weakness. In fact, Tommy’s reserve was the sort of thing that grew an element of resentment in Bo’s soul.
"Wipe that retarded grin off your face." He called out to Jett as Vedder tripped his way into the room. He turned his attention from his cousin and gripped the prospect by the back of his neck.
"You ready to man up, kid?" He barked the question in the boy’s face. Flecks of saliva left his lips and Bo’ took a beer from a nearby hang around’s hand. He took a large gulp and then smashed it on the ground. He then shoved Vedder into Jett.
"Alright!" He shouted to call attention to the unfolding spectacle. "We called everyone here for some light entertainment." Bo’ knew that this had the potential to turn into a patch over party as well, but that was information kept within the brotherhood. He licked his lips and studied the two prospects, "you want your patch?" He nodded in the direction of the knife, "you better go fight for it, ain’t room for the both of you." He smirked in response to their frozen reaction. Realizing they wouldn’t move out of fear, Bo’ pulled a six shooter from his vest and pointed it at them. Either you do it, or die right now. There was something about certain death that made an uncertain one more appealing. The two scrambled into the ring, the fight was on.
Wilo should’ve known that no matter how low he muttered his dislike at having to go hunt down Vedder, Bo would’ve heard him regardless. He shoved his hands into pockets and headed out. He couldn’t really argue with what Bo said, simply because he was right, if he went searching for one of the prospects, he generally found them with ease. He didn’t scare the shit out of them unlike some of the other guys and most often he was standing around fucking around with then when he was loosing his fucking mind about picking up their slack in the garage. Well, he picked up Vedder’s slack; Jett was perfectly capable of handling his workload.
After shutting the door softly and making a hang around who was looking for a prospect cut, sit outside of the door, Jade made her way back to where the crowds were. Besides making an appearance here as an old lady, she knew she was also here to patch the boys up at the end of whatever was going on, Tommy had just mentioned a fight so as well as carrying a nappy bag in, she had her first aid one also. She spotted Bo and decided she’d go annoy him, knowing all this talking tonight was probably annoying him but that was nothing new. She bumped into his shoulder and gave him a nod, but then her face changed as her eyes fell on Tommy at his question. She was silent a moment longer than normal before she finally shrugged, “you tell me.” That was all she had to say on the matter, this wasn’t the time or the place, “hey, I’ll be around, let me know when I need to patch the wounded.” She hit his arm and walked off.
Wilo strolled in behind Vedder after he’d once more flicked his smoke away. He scanned the room and almost tripped as Rabbit roughly pulled him into his side, “come on Woobs, duty calls!” Wilo shook his head and they moved closer to where the action was going to take place. He took in the look on Jett’s face but then had to stifle his laughter as Bo began addressing the crowd and letting the prospects know, only one was walking out. He should’ve been more shocked when Bo pulled a gun out, but he wasn’t, after having the piss scared out him regarding weapons, the appearance of them didn’t really faze him anymore. Finally, he laughed as they both fumbled into the ring and he whistled loudly as the first punches were thrown, of course he was going to be cheering on Jett and he knew that mother fucker was more capable, living the way Jett had just gave him another skill set that Vedder just didn’t poses.
Jade was over by the bar talking away with Ramona who had managed to sneak in without being noticed just as Wilo's excitement towards the fight going on picked up. She wasn't surprised to see the kid cheer louder when Jett seemed to be taking control of the fight. A tap to the shoulder drew her attention, and it was the hang around she'd left in the corridor, "he's awake." Jade sighed but nodded and went to excuse herself but she saw Ramona give her a look and laughed, "go on then, make sure Wilo spots you, I like seeing him all panicked and freaked out." Once Ramona disappeared, Jade figured she should check to see if Tommy needed anything before leaving him to his own devices again. She found him, his attention on the ring, cigar in his mouth. She put her hand on his shoulder since he was sitting down to let him know she was there, if he wanted anything he'd tell her, no point in asking becoming a pain in the ass.
Guys, I got a new dog.
"It’s a dirty job and someone’s got to do it, maybe."
"At least someone’s thinking clearly around here."
"When do we ever do something with the word 'clean' in front of it?"
"If I'm the only one then something is seriously wrong."
"You walk in on gay porn day or something? I’m sure you were confused Woobs, and unlucky. Maybe the guy just wanted to play with your chest. I heard about that situation, but I’m not real sure what the big deal was."
"I know Wooby, just fuckin’ with you. Speaking of runs and moms, we do have something down in San Diego to take care of."
"Knowing my luck, I probably did. Mother fucker ain't touchin' that shit for free, gotta cash in where I can man! Err... just shit relating to her mum. I didn't really ask before we went, I jumped in blindly with that one."
"Oh, good, that's good. We do? Whose mum is in on the runs.... what? Anyway, I don't care about the details just tell me when, been on this long too long."
ooc g'night!
my laptop is making all these weird ass noises and is rather hot so i'ma call it a night and work on that para i owe in the mornin'! please feel free to leave me things, i like waking up to all the things! Woobs, signing off!
Guys, I got a new dog.
"Nah man, Vedder might actually have to worry a little. That could be an interesting Saturday brother."
"Yes, and we don’t want any of that."
"Ether way I'm not missin' that shit!"
"That's enough to send me packing."
"A naked guy went to hit Ramona? What is this shit? I did hear about the roof though, glad that shit worked itself out."
"What you say about my mother? Too stupid to die, too stupid to live. That kid can’t win
Good, at least one of us will.”
"Well he approached her, so I didn't need much more of a reason to hit him. I think everyone heard about that, pity, that place was weird in that whole 'I can't look away but I'm slightly confused' kinda way."
"What?! I didn't say anything about your mum! I said your folks... I swear I said folks! And he's generally to stoned to care.
Can't be forgotten all this sound advice you got goin' on. Hey, have we got any runs comin' up soon?"
Guys, I got a new dog.
"If that’s true then I know how we can fix Vedder. Imagine if you went up to some chick and was like, yo, I heard bitches like puppies. You want a puppy? I’ll make you a puppy."
"Not cool."
"Hey, Tommy and Jade had Jett convinced he was about to get neutered so I'm sure it'll be easy as piss to convince Vedder, ohhhh lemme drop him off at the vet and they can put him to sleep and we can dump him somewhere. Oh shiiit that's funny."
"It's only not cool cause bitches around here will think it's a marriage proposal."
"Which porn friend, I got a lot of those, Woobs. I like some hallucinogens every now and then, fucks you up good.
If I ever get that old, shoot me.”
'It's my name man…Ah, just fuckin' with you. I know what you meant. Vedder, I'm surprised he ain't dead yet. You found us and so did Jett. Must be a thing.
All you gotta do is be an asshole Wickes, so it ain’t that hard of a job.”
"Alright, whichever one fits that description. I can't go into a porn studio without having flashbacks of fighting that naked guy who went to hit Ramona and then, you know, she shot a hole in their roof. Eh, I'll pass on that shit, I'll just get pissed under the pool table."
"Religious folks? Well I found Tommy's front porch but same shit. Vedder is kinda too stupid to die.
I'll remember that man."
Guys, I got a new dog.
"Hey man, some lady told me I need to castrate him or something. I ain’t cruel enough to cut off another man’s balls, even if they call it neutering. So, yeah, shit. Go forth and get bitches."
"Isn't that so he wont you know, get all pack leader and shit? Nah don't do that, I already lost mine. Don't make a poor dog suffer. Should give him the talk about wrappin' his shit, don't need no puppies on the lot, bitches love puppies."
"Yeah, the kid needs to get his shit together, but he’s got time. The only wheels I need are my Harley, even when I can’t walk. Shit man, I never thought I would live that long. I hope not."
"You’re right, I am Jesus. We need someone around who ain’t afraid to be practical and think, especially if guys like Jett are about to be my legacy.
I’m sure Ramona knows all about this. That’s why we need you around, keep the place rooted or some shit like that.”
"Isn't your porn friend good at beating addiction outta people? He just needs to smoke a shitload of pot like the rest instead of trippin' balls. Stupid shit. We can attach a motor to your wheelchair ahaha!"
"That's not what I meant but I'll roll with it. Well better than handing the keys over to Vedder. I don't fucking know, where do you guys find us? Wait... I just appeared so I don't count.
She makes a mean sandwich. She's pretty handy in the kitchen even if her nose is stuck in a book. Oh god don't put that pressure on me man, I can barely get my pants on in the morning."
Guys, I got a new dog.
"I named him Wilo’s boobs. You can also call him Woobs. I got your back kid. So does the dog."
"Aw man I love you too. Me and Woobs are gonna get all dem bitches!"
"That sounds like a pretty good idea. He’s lost a enough brain cells for it to not matter anyway. I guess I do, that sort of shit happens when you get old."
:I got my scratching skills in juvie, and my tattooing skills as an apprentice down south in SD. I guess I did get more out of it then some time with the dictionary, especially since i couldn’t sit still long enough for book learning.
Ha, you fuckin’ Wickes’ and your nasty love for sandwiches. The freaky circle is complete.”
"No brains but a whole lotta balls. Aw you gotten' all seasonal huh? Don't worry, I'll chip in for your wheelchair bro, all good."
"Jesus, you weren't kiddin'. I don't get the book thing, I like being practical, pulling shit a part and what not.
It is a really nasty love, I don't even care how shit it tastes, I'ma still eat that mother fucker. Cut from the same cloth... kinda fuckin' family trait thing, I dunno man."
Guns, Steel, & Top Rockers|| Bo', Wilo, & Jett [Closed]
He turned his head and looked back at Wilo with a malicious grin, “fuck that, God doesn’t exist.” A mirthful laugh emanated from Bryce’s barrel chest and he cracked his knuckles for effect. He wanted the fear to set into the thick headed prospect, but there was still a malaise shrouding his countenance. He was numb in life and that showed in the way he managed to stumble through everything. Though he preferred to show disdain for Jett, there was something about him that reminded him of his own various flaws and strengths. He would consider fostering the younger man’s inner demons, twisting and morphing them into something superior than what showed at present.
Bo lit took a drag from his cigarette and peered into Tommy’s face. He wasn’t talking much anymore and it was evident in his loose gestures he was drinking, a lot.
"I don’t see why you don’t let me just go after that out bad piece of shit." He shook his head and waited for a reaction.
"It ain’t smart, that’s why." His president’s eyes were cold and hard when he spoke, with a glassy film covering the reddening of his sclera.
"Fuck smart, call another chapter or let me handle it," Bo wanted blood and in that moment, tasted the sweet metallic nostalgia in his own mouth.
"Shit is complicated." Tommy was holding something back, Bo surmised in the way he forced his breathing. His exhales were hard and uneven.
"Fuck it, we got other shit to handle." He nodded toward Jett and then his eyes fell on the ring in the back of the room. A knife was pierced through a wooden stool in the middle. He grinned.
"Where’s the other one?"
"I thought he was with you." Bo had been to dog fights before, and for Vedder’s sake, he didn’t want to be found. He was like walking chum. Jett didn’t seem like the type to give into easy prey.
"Get Wilo to find him."
He moved back to the opposite side of the room and hit Wilo on the chest with an open palm. “We need the other prospect kid, I have a feeling he will come when you call.” Bo’s voice was hoarse and disinterested. He knew that Wilo had a connection with the young prospects, especially considering his more recent patch in. Though he wasn’t a stranger to club business on account of his being the current president’s bastard nephew. Bo knew him since he was an angry teen trying to find a way out of his own path. For him, he would forever be a kid, no matter his deeds.
Jett stood behind him and he felt the prospect’s looming presence. The nerves that came with not knowing appeared to have made their way into the fibers of his gestures. The prospect shook his shoulders and stared on the cement floor without moving from the same spot he was left in. Bo’s smile widened as he stepped forward and clasped him on the shoulder. Every lamb deserved a semblance of respect before slaughter, even if it mimicked what some might consider compassion.
"Look kid," he pointed to the ring, "you can’t avoid this shit forever." Though it was known Jett wasn’t afraid of fighting, no one knew to what extent. He pushed the prospect toward the ropes and laughed as he stumbled on his own feet. The not knowing was probably what ate him up inside. This was a different kind of torture that Bo didn’t quite understand. He twisted his fingers through the rough hairs on his chin and took a moment to think, and then shrugged off the uncomfortable sensation that pulsated through his shoulders. There was no use in thinking, action was far more imperative when it came to a beast’s life. If he thought too much, well, that’s how things started to eat away a man’s soul. He preferred not to deteriorate like his father. Terrence was so full of twisted morals it made Bo’s stomach turn. There was black, and there was white, but the grey areas were only of his choosing. He didn’t need to rationalize his actions, they just were. He didn’t understand people who had to make up for their sins or perceived wrong doing with excuses. There weren’t any. The world wasn’t something to be reasoned with, because no one had any clue what they were doing to begin with. he preferred to give into his existence and enjoy the ride.
Wilo couldn’t help but chuckle at the look that took over Bo’s face as he confirmed there was no God. Those were the kinds of conversations that drove Wilo absolutely insane. Every time he would walk into the diner to grab some food, he’d hear a few of the older folks babbling away about their Bibles and he had to bite his damn tongue. He figured the laugh was more to stir the prospects than his benefit but he was still enjoying his own thoughts regarding the topic. Despite the fact that He and Jett were friends and the fact Jett was living with him, he couldn’t help but enjoy the discomfort that was evident in the room.
He made himself comfortable leaning up against the wall; he was just itching for all of it to get started. They hadn’t watched a fight happen between prospects or members for ages and well, there was nothing like beating the shit out of each other and then slapping backs at the end and sharing a joint. He looked around and caught wind of the conversation happening between his uncle and Bo. Someone had been brewing and even though he wasn’t entirely sure, he figured Bo was sick of the club doing nothing about it. He wondered why Tommy wasn’t already calling them to the table about what was going on or telling Wilo to help Jett get rid of a body or something.
Like a small child, some moments Wilo had the shortest attention spam to mankind. His attention fell onto his t-shirt and he frowned at the sudden white patch he found. “The fuck?” he mumbled and lifted his shirt up higher, leaning back as if that would help him see better. Cautiously, he leant forward to see if he could smell what it was. He screwed his face up, “oh fuck!” he groaned, “god damn vomit, that kid!” He’d grabbed the shirt his cousin had decided to throw up on the moment Jade practically put the child in his arms and told him to man the fuck up and get over his fear of children.
He jumped as Bo smacked his chest, “huh?” he asked confused but then managed to process what he’d been told. “I’m always on Vedder duty,” he mumbled to himself, not wanting to piss Bo off. As much as Wilo enjoyed pushing his luck now that he had his top rocker, he still knew when to shut up and take orders. He headed outside and took a look in each direction as he lit up a smoke. Going off a hunch, he headed left and after walking about five meters he could just make out Vedder’s frame bent over, hiding behind a tree. He walked over and then snorted as he blew smoke out, “you know hiding and throwin’ up is only gonna make this sooo much worse for you and sooo much better for me?” Vedder looked up at him, white as a sheet, “Bo is going to kill me.” Wilo nodded, “yep, probably.” “And he’s gonna laugh if I scream,” Wilo chuckled and grinned, “yep, only going to encourage him.” It was then that Vedder fell forward holding his stomach, “dude just get the fuck back inside, I don’t wanna fucking watch you hurl!” He barely tolerated Jett throwing up and he was almost dead from fumes.
As Wilo flicked his smoke away, Vedder finally stood up, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and began walking in front of Wilo, “they’ll know wont they.” Wilo nodded and as he smirked, “oh yeah,” it was all evident on the poor bastards shirt.
"You can shit all you want at the house, just aim for Jen’s shoes, he needs some more character building. Shit man, I’ve seen cops act real fucked up and aggressive, it ain’t even legal."
"I don’t know, you’re the one that got all that shit comin’ out of your mouth. No shit. My boat sailed too, no head shrinking for me, unless the state gets in my business. I wish I made it out that night, too bad I was runnin’ down to San Diego.
That’s true, she smart.”
"Can't we just get him to clean the bathroom again and I dunno, nail the window shut? See how long it takes for him to get out? You know some interesting folks bro."
"I said I needed to set shit on fire. I'm just glad they can't be shippin' me back to wherever I came from. Yeah but wasn't that the time you picked up your tattoo skills? You got more out of it than a crash course in dictionary.
Too fuckin' smart. But she makes a mean sandwich."
