Meeting Roni

3

"Hey, sleeping beauty, get up." I look up to see the mohawked idiot standing over me.
"What time is it?" I say as I rub my eyes
"It's nine. Didn't wanna wake you, but you stay up here too much longer. You may get a nice sunburn." Did you actually sleep up here."
"That I did," I tell him, sitting up and stretching.
"Why?"
"You know you ask a lot of questions right," he is informed as I walk past him to the ladder
I climb down and head back to my door to shower and change before going to find food.

"Hey sweetheart, you in here," Gemma asks, knocking just as I wrapped my self in a towl
"It's open," I tell her.
"Came to see if you felt up to going shopping. I know you really don't have many clothes. Figure we could go grab you a few things before I have to get people in order for the party tonight."
"Sure, let me get dressed. What's the party for exactly"
"The mayans are coming in. Any chance these boys get to party is fine with them. Get ready. I'll meet you by the bar, " she tells me, leaving me to get ready
.....
"Clay there are here," tig announces, looking at the security camera. The mayans were pulling down the block, followed by a flat bad truck they were told to bring along.
"Let's go greet, our guest," clay tells the guys, standing up.
"Alvarez, good to see you," Clay says, hugging him.
"Clay, I suppose everything is in order."
"That it is. Let's head into the garage, " Jax speaks up.
"Guns are all ready to go. Gonna be in these babies, " Tig says, motioning to the eight stacks on pallets that look like crushed metal
"How so," Alvarez asked
"Like this," Jax says, unlatching a piece of metal, and a secret compartment opens holding guns.
"Clever," Taza states.
"Seemed fitting since you boys have a scrap yard. No one should suspect a thing." Clay states.
"Cash Taza" Alvarez motions him forward
"Well, now boys if we are done here. The extra two dorms are already for you guys. I do believe its time to party, " Jax informs them.
"Alvarez, you get Juices dorm." Clay pats him on the back as they walk to the club.
The party was in full swing by the time the guys came out of the garage. Drinks flowing crow eaters everywhere and music blaring.
Clay, Jax, Alvarez, and Taza are all  at the table in the back of the room.
"Who's that with your old lady Clay?" Alvarez speaks up. Didn't take long for the guys to see what he was talking about.
"Dear God," Jax mumbles