Bear and Haisley |T.W #1|

Chapter 1

• Bear •

• Haisley •

The familiar sound of sturdy boots filled the air of the Common Room. Soft chattering and the sounds of beer bottles striking wood tables lingered in the background. A tall muscular biker with short dusky hair and a bushy beard merely resting on his collarbone, stands tall in the doorway as he looks out upon the rest of the bar full of bikers. The overwhelming smell of whiskey and metal filled the air; to others it typically would cause them to be disguised but, to the bikers that let them know they were home.

    "Alright, Fuckers! Time for church!" The biker yelled as he makes his way to the private door that stands in the only isolated part of the bar. Each stern-faced biker rose from their seats, taking one last swig of their beer, before following behind their president.

    Each burly biker sat in their designated seats around a table that took up most of the room. The table stretched to each corner of the room, since most meetings lasted hours, this allows each biker enough space to sit comfortably.

   "We have a problem, boys." The president says, placing his calloused palms against the cold hard table, looking in the eye of all his loyal men. Each biker then looks around at all their brothers, nodding their heads lightly.