Tig yanked half-naked brunette close to him and kissed her softly. One hand was gripping her firm ass, other foundling her breast. An ordinary party in style of Trager.
"I'll try. But I can't vouch for him". He pointed glance at his dick. "Cheers!". Then drank from a glass "Where is Opie? Oh! You son of a bitch. Opie! Where've you been keeping yourself?" The biker patted the friend shoulder.

[NIC]Tig[/NIC]
[AVA]http://sa.uploads.ru/mv7Ry.jpg[/AVA]

Отредактировано Mirrayn Ljo (2014-11-18 16:42:54)

Clay knew, what's need for real biker. His Harley. The wind, blowing to the face. And endless road, where you can stop only if you shut to death. There is no other reason to get off the road. But some times need to rest and relax. And for old wolf like Clay Morrow this become more happiest time, then shoot and hurt people. He's got old, but do not want admite this. Until the end of time...
Now the party continued, he got his own stripper to dance on his laps, when he keep touch her ass with smile on his a little drunk face.
Gemma don't mind about this. At least, he think so...
- Give Opie everything he deserved! - command Clay, distracted from stripper.
It's could sounds like a freat. For enemy, but not for his brothers. He only talk about buzz, nothing more.

[NIC]Clay Morrow[/NIC]
[AVA]http://images-2.drive.com.au/2012/09/14/3635084/art-Perlman-620x349.jpg[/AVA]

Отредактировано Luke Skywalker (2014-12-03 16:19:16)

You know what is the scourge of all existence in our technological age? It’s the lack of trust in men. Every day we run around doing our daily routine and not ever do we look up to see the sky above out heads or see the smiling face of another human being. We are caged by our limit of actual human contact, we forget our friends and our loved ones, if we see an opportunity to make some money or somehow make your life more prestigious. Sadly, human civilization is declining because of that, even while we create new way to communicate with people, to talk, to get to know other places, countries and cultures. And if we will now find a way to get around that, we will surely die out, all alone, without anyone to hold our hand.
Yet, sometimes. Somehow. The world creates a unique place or even tradition that people follow throughout their whole lives. It’s an idea or a concept, even. A concept of a family that has no blood ties to one another, but is ready to spit their own blood for one another. This concept has many incarnations in our time, but the one I am talking about is SAMCRO or Sons Of Anarchy Club, Redwood Original. They are a band of brothers that is always ready to stand for one another. They will spill blood for one another and they will gladly drink beer for another. Thankfully, today is the day when they drank beer, not shoot at some fuckers.
Chibs was standing not far from Jax who was, once again, busy somewhere at the far reaches of his mind. Filip liked the kid, but certainly would prefer him to be less tense and have some fun. Especially with all these strippers around, it was almost impossible to keep your head from spinning ‘round like in the old cartoons. The Irish took a big sip of beer and joined the rally cry, started by Chay:
- For Opie! – He shouted, raising his mug in the air, like he was saluting. Right now, it was good to party with his brothers, because soon enough they will have something new trying to eat them alive.

[NIC]Filip "Chibs "Telford[/NIC]
[STA]Scarface[/STA]
[AVA]https://pp.vk.me/c624024/v624024440/9332/Ab3Lt9S-fAA.jpg[/AVA]
[SGN]"We're all in brother. We love you. We trust you"
―Chibs toward Jax[/SGN]

[NIC]Happy Lowman[/NIC][AVA]http://savepic.org/6619580.jpg[/AVA]
- Shit, girl, you're the best... - Lowman said quietly and put his hand on girl's head. He shut his eyes and took a deep breath, when that latina whore started to kissing Happy's bottom of belly. When Lowman opened his eyes, he looked at his brothers and other girls. Lowman can and he will fuck every whore in this building. He watched on a girl, while she was trying to unzips his jeans. Happy laughed loud, 'cause he just forgot himself due to of anticipation. He wish to feel her juicy red lips... but then Clay warned everybody about those fucking mexicans. Oh, Happy was VERY angry right now.
- Those motherfuckers... - growled Lowman, when he pushed latin girl from himself and took out a gun from his belt, - Yeah, lets kill those fuckin' freaks!

When Clay give his orders to others,  then something expload outside. Probably trying to scare them. Then the bullets come and forced everyone get down.
Then Jack decide, what this is perfect time for a little conflict chat.
- O, we good?! Then tell this to them, this pendeho! I think they really appreciate that! And they say: sorry for everything, here the paycheck for damage! Of cource!
The mood was destroyed completely. Clay hate, when someone or something disrapt the party, especially the good!
He decide to go alone, show that bastards, what old wolf can do. Biker sneak near the front window. Shots again, broken glass. Then he showed to them, shoot fast and deadly. Two cold mexican corpse fall to the ground,
Hey, maybe this party can turn out really good!
[NIC]Clay Morrow[/NIC]
[AVA]http://images-2.drive.com.au/2012/09/14/3635084/art-Perlman-620x349.jpg[/AVA]