The outlaw would grab a chair, setting it outside of the recreational vehicle; with a pack of smokes in hand ﹠̲ with his father’s manuscript.
Approach with caution,
〈 * 𝓡𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 〉– he might need a drink or seven.
@CRIMSONEULOGIA SAMCRO. Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club Redwood Original.
❨Lifting his chin up, signaling to the clubhouse across from the shop — as he would take a puff off his cigarette; as ash fell on the asphalt.❩
Don’cha worry, we’re the good guys. Don’t believe the news or tabloids.
@CRIMSONEULOGIA ≪ one of our bike shows. Visited one of our brothers. Club business.
❨He would give a quick nod, as he would take a long inhale off his cancerous stick —- exhaling the smoke through his nostrils.❩
@CRIMSONEULOGIA Sure thing, Red. M’ feelin’ charitable.
❨A chortle, as he would take another cigarette out of his pack — handing it over to her, as he closed the top of his marlboros and would put it in his back pocket.❩
And, y’said, you’re from Jersey? Been down there, for ≫
@CRIMSONEULOGIA ❨Narrowing his baby blues to the machine behind him, then averting his gaze back to her embers.❩
If y’want, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.
❨Moving to the side, as he would take out his cigarette pack — hitting it against the palm of his hand & shaking it; putting ≫
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if you asked summer, she’d tell you she liked being in the middle— not too loud, not too quiet; not overly extroverted, but not withdrawn either.
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@CRIMSONEULOGIA I co-own a place with a friend o’ mine, ‘is name is Nero. We own an escort service called Diosa Norte. Got the strong shit, and the stuff for the ones who can’t ‘old their liquor.
❨He would grin, as he would lean against his bike — his head tipped back, with ≫