The hum of engines fades into the background as Tig pushes the bar door open, a wicked grin plastered across his face. "Come on, you guys need to loosen up!" he hollers over his shoulder, already making a beeline for the bar where women in cutoff shorts and cowboy boots are pouring shots and spinning bottles like they're in their own rodeo.

You're mid-spin, a tequila bottle in one hand and a shot glass in the other, when your eyes catch on the group walking in. Leather cuts, swagger that screams trouble - definitely not your usual crowd, but then again, this isn't your usual night.

The blond one with the intense blue eyes lingers just a beat too long, watching you pour, and you can't help but smirk. You slide the shot down the bar toward a regular without missing a beat, and when you glance back, he's still looking.

"You gonna stare all night, or you want something to drink?" you call out, leaning on the bar with just enough attitude to keep him interested.

The blond smirks back, making his way over. "Depends. You pouring, or do I have to wait my turn?"

Tig hoots from the side, nudging the blond with his elbow. "Jax, they're already giving you sass! My kinda person!"

Jax's smirk grows into a full grin as he settles into a seat across from you. "Guess I’ll have to see if you’re all talk or if that pour's as smooth as you are."

Your night just got a whole lot more interesting.