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“You want customer service, go to Bass Pro Shop. You want the address or not?” I said.
The two men looked at each other, the larger one nodding. “Fine. Thursday night.”
I handed him a card with nothing but the address on it and we jumped down and got back on our bikes.
We had a few stops to touch base with some regulars. We also patrolled around for a while and went to scope out a few of our meeting spots, stopping to grab a bite. Afterwards, Butterbean headed back to the clubhouse, but I wanted to stop at the house and drop some food off.
Ollie was hanging outside, just like he was told, but I waved him down the long driveway. He was an older member, but one of our best. When I parked near the front of the house, he was pulling up behind me. Ollie was one of the older guys. He’d been a nomad for years but when he heard we were setting up a chapter in Mobile, he wanted to patch in.
“Hey, man. Didn’t expect you to sit by the road all fucking day. Here,” I said, holding a bag out. “Glenda come by?”
“Nope. I stayed outside because I didn’t want to scare the little ladies,” he said. His voice was gravelly from years of smoking and partying hard.
“I appreciate that. Come on in. I need you to stay a while longer so you can get acquainted and hang in the AC.”
We both stomped up the few steps that led inside and I announced myself. “It’s me and a friend.”
Sadie was on the couch, doodling on some paper and Brooklyn poked her head out from the kitchen. “Oh, hey.”
She was sizing up Ollie, but he walked right over to Sadie and knelt down, holding his hand out. “Hey there little lady. I’m Ollie."
Sadie took his hand and shook it. “Nice to meet you. I’m Sadie.”
“I’m Brooklyn,” she called from the kitchen. She reappeared with two drinks. “I was just about to walk down and see if you needed this,” she said as she passed one to Ollie.
“Thanks, Sweetie.”
I handed her the other bag I was holding. “Grabbed some food while I was out for you two.”
She looked at the bag, her eyes only flitting up to mine briefly before she grabbed the food. She made sure not to touch my hand, grabbing from the bottom. “Thanks. Was just poking around in there to see what I was going to feed her.”
She headed to the table and called Sadie over. Ollie was standing with me still, so I nodded for him to go sit down.
“I gotta go and I’ll be back later. Ollie’s gonna hang around until I get back so I figured he could hang in here some. Glenda may be by later.”
Sadie smiled at Ollie and Brooklyn nodded, smiling at him. “Oh, that would be nice. And I’ll warn you, Ollie, she’ll talk your ear off.” She pointed at Sadie with a smirk.
She busied herself, never looking over. Checking my phone, I said, “Well, y’all have a good one. See you tomorrow.”
After shooting a quick text on my way out to Ollie to remind him to still check the perimeter occasionally, I climbed on my Harley and headed back to the clubhouse.
Normally when I was riding, my mind was clear or at least focused on the task at hand. But the short ride back only confused me. I was bothered. Not sure if I’d call it mad but definitely not in a great mood. It rubbed me the wrong way that she wouldn’t even look at me. Yet she could joke with Ollie.
Trying to shake it off, I pulled into the parking lot and headed inside. Hammer hadn’t given me instructions yet, but I needed to be ready for anything for the test tonight and I couldn’t be thinking like a butthurt little bitch.
“Hey, Bama,” Rogers said as I walked inside. A few members had trickled in and some of the bunnies were wandering around, but no partying was happening.
“You coming later?” I asked.
“Not this one. Hammer decided he’s going with you.”
Nodding, I sat down. It was good that he was coming along, and I wasn’t feeling so bad about my little chat with him.Regardless of what I thought, he was the president, and I joined knowing that and vowed to honor it. He was a good leader; he just needed to get his head out of his ass. I didn’t speak to him as an officer; I spoke to him as a friend. Apparently, it was the right thing to do.
We were joined by Butterbean and Froggy. Froggy and Rogers ate while we waited around. Finally, Hammer poked his head in and whistled. “Church in five.”
We stood and made our way to what used to be the boardroom at the casino. Now it was where we handled important club business and decisions. A lot was discussed in the old casino, but shit for the officers and senior members was kept in this room.
Because it used to be a boardroom, it looked like one. A sprawling wood table took up much of the space right in the center of the room, surrounded by large, comfy executive chairs. A few wooden cabinets lined the walls, and we left the classic pictures hanging, adding a few of our club touches like a drape of our patch on one of the walls and a few pictures of rides or events that some of the bunnies had framed.
