“Fine! But when we get back to civilization, I am demanding five-star luxuries!” she squinted with a smirk.
After we had a few beers, Bree relaxed and, dare I say, actually started to have fun. We spent an equal amount of time dancing and playing pool. Bree turns out to be a pool shark because every shot, she sank.
“Pay up, b***h!” Bree teased as she chalked her cue, and I leaned in to rack up the table for another game.
“Fine. Beer or shots? Winner's choice.”
“Shots!”
“Done! Finish racking, I’ll be right back.”
I sauntered over to the bar, which was lined with bikers in Kuttes and ladies pressed against them. Patiently, I waited for my turn to order, but it didn’t seem like anyone was even speaking. A few chuckles, but they leaned against the bar, silently staring at one another.
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