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Aww, I didn’t know a biker could be embarrassed.
Once the laughter dies down, the conversation shifts back to me.
“How’s school going?” Loyal asks, pulling my attention toward him.
“Good,” I tell him, surprised that he knows I’m taking classes.
“What are you going for?” Bailey asks.
“I’m a hospitality major.”
“Nice, does that mean you plan to work at a restaurant or a hotel?” she asks.
“Yeah, that’s the plan. Right now I don’t have a preference which, but I’m sure I will narrow it down the deeper I get into the program.”
Cursing has us looking over at the pool table. I watch as a guy slams his pool cue down on the table before storming off.
“Someone’s a sore loser,” Loyal mutters, only loud enough for our group to hear.
“Is it always like this?” I ask without thinking.
“On some level, yes, but usually not this bad,” Fang tells me.
“We have a lot of people here right now that are passing through from other chapters. It will calm down soon,” Savage says.
“Hopefully. Otherwise I might lose my shit,” Bailey says as she glares at the guy.
“So what do you guys do, besides the club stuff, I mean?” I blurt out.
Loyal tips his head from side to side. “A little of this, a little of that. I go wherever I’m needed.”
Bailey tips her chin toward Tiny. “This guy and I are PIs.”
“Wait, really? That’s so cool.”
“Trust me, it sounds more glamorous than it is. Once you’ve seen one cheating spouse, you’ve seen them all,” Tiny says plainly.
“Hey, it’s not always cheating spouses!” Bailey protests.
“I’d wager that ninety-five percent of our clients are just that,” Tiny tells her, making her roll her eyes.
My eyes drift to Savage, and find him already looking at me.
“What about you?” I ask.
“I keep this place from falling down around us,” Savage says.
I nod, even though I have no idea what that means.
The prospect comes back and hands out the drinks. “Sorry about the wait, I had to run down to the basement to grab a new case of bottles.”
“All good. Thank you,” Savage says.
I don’t know why, but his manners surprise me. I know that says more about me than him, but I just wasn’t expecting it.
The conversation shifts, and the mood lightens further as the party rages around us. Before I know it, I find myself smiling and having a good time.
Maybe I was wrong, and this could be my scene after all. Well, not the Neanderthals, but everything else.
