Harlow
“Bada**. Drinks on the house!" Bonnie shouted and the whole bar cheered. Red came back behind the bar, and soon we were sharing a round with the whole MC.
Moments later, a voice from the doorway asked, “Is this bar for bikers only, or can anyone drink here?" A tall, angular guy wearing a suit. Pale with dark, slicked-back hair, he didn't look much older than me. His eyebrows had a strong arch that gave him a menacing look, even with a neutral expression.
“Non-bikers are welcome," Bonnie said. “Come in."
“Fantastic," he replied as he stepped inside. He took a seat near us at the bar. “Might I trouble you for a margarita?" He asked Red. “No salt. And one of those festive little umbrellas if you have any."
Red smirked. “One 'festive' margarita comin' up."
“I'm looking for a Bonni
