Thread: Son's of Anarchy: Alabama (xMILENKOx & Lila Lupin)

RE Son's of Anarchy Alabama xMILENKOx Lila Lupin Lila Lupin said Uncle Bill, I hope you know that I will be fixing that pile of crap. It's atrocious and it's bad for business. The bike needs to be fixed by a professional, not some loose cannon biker that thinks he knows what he's doing. Marci said as she followed her uncle into the clubhouse. She figured that he'd be introducing her to everyone, and while she might be the club president's niece, she was expecting some issues. Not very many men were very accepting of the idea of a woman under the hood. She was expecting some jokes, some insults, and probably a lot of doubt. This is why she was very thankful for the bike that sat in pieces in the garage at this moment. She could erase quite a bit of doubt if she could properly fix that bike right in front of them, and she was certain that her uncle would let her. Delilah smiled as she kissed her fiance before pulling back. She walked over to her dresser to start grabbing the clothes that she would be wearing for the day. As much as I'd love to, baby you still need your rest, and Bill has his niece coming in to start work today. She said as she pulled a lacy hot pink bra on and a matching set of panties. Apparently she's a great mechanic but he's expecting some resistance from the guys since she's a girl and he asked me if I could bring you in. Apparently we're supposed to be his back up, or something along those lines. She said as she finished getting dressed and walked over to Blake with a smile on her face. So what I need you to do is to get dressed, and play nice today. And if you're a good boy and don't get yourself in too much trouble, I might just do that equipment check, so don't exhaust yourself too much today, and do try not to hurt yourself. She said as she then left the room to go grab her keys and anythingelse she might need for the day. Click to expand... Pfft, if you must. I would rather sell it off for scraps. Shame the owner's brother is so damn useful... Bill replied with obvious hatred for Joey as he let go of his niece and stood in the doorway of the club house. If you want something to do, give my back the once over.. He added before turning his back to her and disappearing into the clubhouse. Joey meanwhile stood by the garage door watching Marci and as soon as Bill was out of sight he casually made his way over to her, removing his shades as he walked before puling out his cigarettes and his lighter. Smoke?... Joey asked as he stood behind her still admiring her. Uh, work... I was getting used to being your patient... Blake replied with a grin as he too began to gather clothes that he had prepared the day before. a black short sleeved shirt, black jeans, a pair of black boots and his bullet ridden blood stained club vest. The three holes were perfectly made as the heat of the bullets cauterized the material though the dry blood had stained white areas of of his back patches. Ideally he would get a new vest but it seemed more badass to wear it bloody even though it may taunt those who wanted him dead in the first place. My bikes still at the garage, you gonna give me a ride?.. in your car I mean... He joked as he stood ready while gathering his cell phone, wallet and finally his gun. A 9mm M9 Beretta that was snugly hidden on his right side beneath his vest on a black leather holster.