"A biker bar?" I stood in disbelief at the neon lights that read 'Wheels & Heels.' Daxon slapped his large hand against my back in a friendly gesture, pushing me forward and through the front door.
"Yup," He said, popping the consonant. "And there's an open booth." I slid into the beat up leather seating and pulled the menu to my eye level. "This place is a hidden gem; they've got the best food in the city." I nodded as my eyes took in the greasy, cheesy goodness. The waitress came to our table and instantly drank in the sight of Dax.
"What can I give you?" Her large bust popped out of her half-unbuttoned top and she leaned forward to use it on Dax.
"Scotch, neat; and I'd like a the double cheeseburger with extra bacon." He set the menu down and nodded toward me, as if the waitress was
