Page 82 of Smokey's Distraction
“In about an hour.”
Smacking his hand on the table, he rose to his feet. “Sounds good. I’m just going to shower and change.”
He bumped fists with several of his brothers as he made his way toward the stairway. Taking them two at a time, he was in his room in no time. It’d been a while since he went out drinking with his brothers, and he planned on getting shit-faced. Kicking off his boots, he removed his clothes, then headed for the bathroom.
* * *
Twisted Spoke wasa rough-and-tumble biker bar located on the outskirts of town. It was a bar the Insurgents frequented, and the owner, Toque, was good friends with Banger. The only other bikers who came into the place were either friendly MCs, or bikers who didn’t have a fucking clue. The minute they saw the three-piece patches and the stone-faced outlaws, they’d hightail it out of there.
Toque was an imposing man at six-five, two hundred seventy pounds. He sported iron gray hair past his shoulders, and a full beard that hung down to his chest. He only hired stacked and curvy barmaids who filled out their uniforms—Daisy Dukes, and dangerously skimpy tops—just right. Twisted Spoke was the perfect bar for one-percenters.
Glasses clinking, multiple conversations, and a tribute band, jamming out hair metal tunes on the corner stage, filled the crowded bar. Smokey searched the outer edge of the crowd and spotted his pal, Goldie, from the Night Rebels MC. Nudging his way through the sea of denim and leather, he bumped fists and clasped shoulders until he made it to where Goldie stood.
“Dude!” he shouted, throwing his arms around his friend.
“It’s been too fuckin’ long,” Goldie said while patting his back.
Pulling away, Smokey stepped back, smiling. “How was the ride up?”
“Fuckin’ awesome. We gotta do a poker run sometime.”
“Tank just got back from one.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m just so damn busy, and you’ve got a ball and chain hanging off of you.”
“Hailey’s no ball and chain. Hell, she’s the best and brightest thing in my life.”
Smokey laughed. “Having an old lady has made you a poetic pussy.”
Goldie chuckled. “Fuck you, bro.” He glanced down at Smokey’s hands. “Where the fuck’s your drink?”
“I just got here. Who’d you ride up with?”
“Aztec, Eagle, Crow, Army, Scorpio, and Chains. Paco and Steel took off after we did. They should be here soon.”
“That’s cool. I haven’t seen you guys in a long time. You planning to come to the rally fundraiser this summer?”
“The one for that homeless shelter your club supports?”
“Yeah.” Smokey motioned a barmaid over.
“Yep. Hailey and me are coming up. We’re gonna make it into a vacation and explore some of the towns and mountain passes. Several of the brothers are gonna be coming to the rally.”
“You want something, sugar?” the redheaded waitress asked, her enormous tits ready to pop out of her tight red top.
His eyes dropped to her chest, then back up. “Double Jack—straight.”
“Another one for you?” she asked Goldie, who nodded, his eyes drifting downward.
She smiled, revealing straight, white teeth. “Be back in a sec.”
Smokey watched the barmaid disappear into the crowd. “Toque loves women with big tits.”
Goldie laughed. “And you don’t?”
Ashley flashed through his mind. “Yeah—she’s just my type.”
“You gonna make a play for her?”
“Wait—what? Who’re you talking about?”
