“What the hell is that smell?” Clay asked, holding his beer as he looked annoyed.

“Uh, God, I- I smell it too.” Bobby replied, grabbing the shot glass of bourbon as he followed Clay to the pool table, Clay sniffing the air.

Clay then looked under the pool table, seeing a cardboard box underneath the pool table.

“What is it?” Clay asked.

“I don’t know.” Bobby replied, putting his shot glass of bourbon down on the pool table as he moved the box from underneath the table, flipping it over to open it.

“Oh, damn it!” Bobby said, clearly disgusted, grabbing a deer head out of the box by both of its antlers.

“Fuck!” Clay exclaimed in disgust.

“Jesus!” Clay said.

“That’s-That’s mine!” The club prospect, Half-Sack said and quickly ran over.

“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” Bobby asked, now holding the deer by one antler, still looking grossed out.

“No. I just-“ Half-Sack then took the deer head from Bobby, holding it by both of its antlers.

“You know, I thought, uh, as like a surprise, we could mount it in the club, you know, like on the-on the wall.” Half-Sack explained, pointing at the wall.

“It’s gotta be stuffed and treated, you idiot.” Jax said, looking disgusted from the smell and the sight.

“Yeah. I know. I just-Stuffed with what?” Half-Sack asked with a shrug of his shoulders.