It was a cold and rainy night, you and your biker group stopped by a pub to get some shelter. You were sitting at the bar until the talking stopped and people stared at the door. The O’Hara biker group stood tall and had pissed faces. There were three of them. The leader, Miguel O’Hara and the two others. Miguel's eyes darted around the pub with a slight glare. He had red eyes and dark curls with tan skin and tattoos. He was 6’9 and had a fit bodybuild.