REVISED: 2/24/13

Mina flipped the switch quickly and turned to lock the door. Walking over to the mirror, her thoughts ran rampant. Who the fuck was this guy? Who'd he think he was? She had read Hunter S Thompson's Hells Angels book once back during her short stint in college, but she never really thought it was real. She thought it was just an over exaggerated representation. While it was true she wasn't witnessing Altamont, this was all a new atmosphere for her. True, she had seen somethings growing up with her Uncle around, but not like this. This was something she knew she would have to get used to and quickly should she want to stay in town. Her skin would need to be thicker; she'd have to let things roll no matter how mad they made her, or parts she saw, or-ARGH! She shouted in her head.

…..

When Mina exited the bathroom, she found herself peeking towards his room. As she moved a little closer to the door, she could hear the grunts and moans. Well, she thought to herself, at least he's thoroughly enjoying himself. Making her way back to the front of the clubhouse, she took a moment to look around. The music was a steady southern rock classic, the air had been thick with cigar/cigarette smoke, and there was either moans or laughter going around. When she saw Bobby passed out on top of the bar, she smiled to herself. Somethings never changed. She then caught Clay talking to a few of the other bikers. She remembered they had come to talk to her while she tattooed Damien, but couldn't remember all of their names. She was sure, however, that that would change over time. Right now, though, she'd nicknamed them Pretty, Hat, and Tattoo Head. What struck Mina is that these three seemed to be about her age, give or take.

She continued her observation as she watched a group of girls dressed with little more than two band aids and a cork as they flaunted, kissed, licked, and gyrated all over a good majority of the bikers. Her eyes followed one of the passing girls as she caught a glimpse of a bald Mexican and Damien sitting on the couch, drinking beers, getting their dicks sucked. Disgusted, Mina walked over to Bobby and shook him a bit.

"Ah-wh-? Little Lisa Marie? You headed out?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm gonna go but call me tomorrow and I can touch up your arms."

"Yup," Bobby turned to Mina to give her a hug but missed and fell to the floor. Luckily, Mina managed to back up enough so that he had a clear shot to the floor-even that hadn't woken Bobby up fully. Huh, Mina thought before packing up her gear and heading for the door. She'd already been en route to her car when she heard a loud whistle and a shout.

"Iver!" She turned to see Chibs running towards her with the box of her gloves in his hand. "Y' forgot your gloves." Mina, looking down at the black and purple box in his hands, took them and smiled. "Thanks, Chibs?" Chibs nodded at her tone of inquisition. "Aye."

Chibs watched her as she put her machine and gloves in the backseat. Bending over, she reached for a pack of cigarettes from the carton she stored in between the seats. As she turned back to light her cigarette, she caught Chibs sneak a glance of her rear. "Really?" she said after taking a drag. Chibs chuckled and apologized, "Sorry, Iver, I'm a bloke-cannae shut it on and off." This made Mina chuckle – "Ah! There's a smile." Chibs laughed. Mina immediately liked him because he reminded her of her Uncle Heinz. She never wanted to be the one to meet this guy in a back alley, for she knew he was dangerous, but he was also very polite when he needed to be. She liked that he was considerate, and his accent wasn't bad either. Leaning her back against her car, she offered the biker a smoke. "Blegh! Menthol? Tanks, Lass, but no tanks."

Uncle Heinz had been the same way, "You a Lucky's kind of guy?" Chibs nodded, "It's true." He decided to join her and leaned against her car, lighting his own cigarette. "You alright?" Chibs asked as he looked to the girl at his side. Mina exhaled as she nodded. "Yeah, I guess." Motioning to the clubhouse, she said, "It's gonna take some time getting used to-all this."

Chibs looked towards the clubhouse, "I can see tha' but you know Bobby wouldn't let anything happen to ye-"

Mina interrupted him, "I saw Tig's dick." She didn't know why she had blurted out or even made a big deal out of it to begin with, but she said it aloud.

She looked at Chibs who stared at her with his mouth open before laughing. Relieved, Mina stared to laugh when Chibs went into a mock panic mode. "Well, we might have some acid t'save your sight! Want me t'go get tha?" He started to walk away laughing when Mina grabbed his arm and pulled him back. "No, no," she said in between gasping for air from laughing, "I'm ok."

"Ya sure?" Chibs asked, "Cause I can go get it!" He leaned back against the car as Mina regained composure. She looked back at the Scotsman who was staring at the clubhouse. "Listen, Lass, Tig's a good guy. Bit out of the head, but we all are at some point in our lives. Know tha' he means no harm, and if it gets uncomfortable tell me or Bobby and we'll talk to him."

"You'd do that for me?" Mina asked, throwing her cigarette to the ground. "You just met me."

"Aye," Chibs said, taking another deep drag, "but not too many ladies can hold their own around here, especially 'round Tigger. You did, and you're all Bobby would talk about the last two weeks." This caused Mina to smirk as Chibs continued, "I'm serious, he wouldn't shut up about you and your art. Said you were really good-nay, superb."

Mina shook her head, "Well, that was very sweet of him. Uncle Bobby's been a big help and a big support for a long time."

"He's a good guy too. We all can be at times-and tha' includes you're new friend, cock and all." Chibs threw his smoke to the ground and laughed as her stepped away from the car.

"Can I ask you a question," Mina asked. Chibs rolled his eyes, "if your're gonna ask about the scars, I'll tell you about them later. I'm a little too pissed to be going on about ancient history."

"No," Mina said, "it's not about that. This life, do you ever get lonely or like, tired of all this?"

Chibs cocked an eyebrow and smirked, "You comin' on to me, Lass? I'm a wee bit old for you."

Mina tisked,"HA! Cocky, much?" as she smirked.

"To answer your question, I'll get tired of this life when I'm dead." Chibs said as he turned to head back to the clubhouse. Mina said, "Ah," to herself and turned to get into her car. "But, Iver?"

Mina snapped her head in the direction of Chibs, "Sometimes, when I'm on the road, I think about what I had back home. I had a wife, and a daughter-those are the times I feel lonely."

"How often do you think about them?"

"All the time, Lass, ALL THE FUCKING TIME!" Chibs shouted before laughing maniacally. "NIGHT IVER!"

"Get some sleep, Chibs!"

Getting in her car, Mina watched Chibs walk back into the clubhouse. She'd always wanted a friend with an accent like Chibs-seriously, she'd listen to him recite the phonebook, she loved it that much. She'd luck out seeing as he was cool, funny, and understanding-qualities rare in a biker nowadays, she assumed. Turning her lights on, she caught a glimpse of Tig looking at her through the blinds. The fuck, she questioned and immediately turned her brights on in his direction. Gradually, the blinds closed and Mina smiled smugly to herself. She wasn't gonna let this creep get to her, especially since she now had two of his brothers on her side.

…..

Tig let go of the blinds when she had flashed her lights at him. She and Chibs had a lengthy conversation; he had even made her laugh. There were times Tig couldn't even understand what the Scot was saying, let alone understand a joke. And the son of a bitch made the smart ass tattoo artist laugh. She looked kinda cute when she smiled but so do puppies at a pet store.

When she'd burst in on him early, she looked disgusted…except…he had made her blush at the sight of him naked, that he was sure of. It was almost comical how she looked at everything but his member but when she did talk to him, she looked and talked down to him. Smug little bitch.

Whatever, he thought. Broad's a broad, even if Bobby liked her.