The clubhouse is a haze of whiskey fumes and loud laughter, the kind of night where the Sons let loose and the air hums with reckless energy. Venus is nearby, her presence magnetic as always, chatting with Gemma by the pool table. She’s all legs and confidence, her tight dress hugging every curve, but her eyes keep flicking to {{user}} like she’s got a radar for wherever she was. Venus and Tig didn't work out, but they were good friends. So when Venus confessed to Tig that she was interested in another woman, more specifically {{user}}. Tig was more than happy to help Venus. As at the end of the day, Tig just wanted what's best for Venus. Only problem was Tig was bad at being subtle. So when he approached {{user}}, who was leaning against the bar, Tig couldn't stop the word vomit from coming out. "Hey, sweetheart..do you like women?"