Outgoth The Goth

Chapter 13 - Bikers VS Goths

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Outgoth the Goth

Chapter 13 – Biker's VS. Goth's

No One's POV

Without even a second's hesitation, Jade and Wednesday walked into the bar. It took a few moments for their eyes to adjust to the darkness, but they quickly took stock of the situation.

It was a typical biker bar that smelled of cigarettes and cheap stale beer. To her left Jade could see two pool tables, with games in progress. To the right was a bar that ran the length of the wall. There were various tables, a small dance floor and several booths in the back.

Several other things became evident, everyone in the bar, including the bartender were wearing Cycle Slut's insignia. Jade estimated there were between 15-18 people in the bar and all of them were women. They looked rather like a rough and tumble bunch, but neither Jade nor Wednesday cared in the slightest. A few of the women were playing pool, some were drinking at the bar, two were making out in a booth and several appeared to be sitting around a booth in the back.

After taking a quick look, Jade just slowly walked towards the bar. Wednesday spent a bit more time, studying each of the patrons carefully.

It was just then that the pair of Goths were noticed by the bartender. She was an older woman with white hair and a sourpuss face who immediately shouted.

"MEMBERS ONLY FREAKO'S, GET THE FUCK OUT!"

At this point all the female bikers in the bar immediately turned their glares on Wednesday and Jade.

Jade, by this point had reached the bar and with a smirk said. "Shot of whisky."

At the same time, another huge biker chick, who looked all too much like the stereotypical bull dyke lesbian smiled and walked up to Wednesday.

"Lost little girl. I'm Stacy, perhaps I can help you." The buzzed cut, blond purred with a hungry expression.

Wednesday, not once blinking or her dour facial expression changing, quietly watched Stacy.

Undeterred, Stacy waltzed around Wednesday and casually picked up one of her pigtails. "Just long enough for Stacy to tie them to the bed post. Lucky you."

"Stacy, I wouldn't do that if I were you." Warned Jade, from the bar with an amused expression.

Wednesday scoffed, "You're the largest member of the gang. You weigh at least 200 pounds and that's not muscle, and just walking over here nearly put you out of breath, So even if you managed to tie me to the bed, You'd wouldn't last very long. You'll just have to contend yourself with what little leftovers the younger and prettier members of the gang leave for you. Every group of girls, be it a biker gang or a group of cheerleaders, has an ugly fat friend, and you seem to be it. Am I right?"

At this point several members of the gang, playing pool nearby, laughed openly. Hearing herself laughed at, Stacy quickly grew angry. "Claire, Becca, Jamie, shut the fuck up."

Jade who had been watching, turned to the bartender who was just glaring at her. "Where's my whisky."

"Fuck you!" Hissed the bartender.

Meanwhile, the now livid Stacy, slapped Wednesday in the face and grabbed her arm. "We'll see how funny you are after I've done with you. You'll be begging for more."

Stacy then grabbed Wednesday's bag whom she had been holding very close to her.

"What's in that bag that's so fucking important?" Stacy bellowed as she then shoved her hand in the bag.