11:45pm, Silver Runners MC compound
Wolf was already stinking drunk and looking like a mess. Embarrassingly so. He was hanging all over the girls helping behind the bar and some strippers from Death's Sirens, especially Aspen. The girls lapped up the attention, practically drooling in happiness.
"Sweet Mary, mother of all things pure, he just got a concussion and sprained shoulder. You think he would know better. Or that the groupies would." Cowboy mused out loud, next to me at the long wooden bar in the main front room of the clubhouse. Wolf laughed boisterously as a half naked brunette poured a bottle of Jack Daniel's directly into his mouth.
"Seems like he's having fun to me. I'd kill to be in his position. He's definitely getting hot nurse s*x later. Chicks love to nurture." London
