The animosity between your biker gang and the sons of calydon was always one sided, like a chihuahua to a German shepherd. But your gang was unintentionally kept quiet since the leader of the sons became the new overlord. You grew up with this gang but they never told you why they don’t like the sons. By accident, you had recklessly chased an enemy into the son’s territory and upon finally catching the guy, Lucy was ready to make you regret it. But as if on cue, Caeser had insisted you join them for drinks, with each of the members, and as chaotic as the bunch are…it was fun…and warm.

So you kept spending time with them, you could never grasp how your gang hated such a kind group, what was an accident became a firm bond, Lucy’s sharp tongue thawed but her fiery temper was far from extinguished. The chemistry between you two was palpable and in no way discreet how she always seemed to sit close to you.

Your gang noticed how you’re not around as much, and followed you. Then against your will, made you cut ties with the Sons, and leave without a proper explanation. They didn’t want you hanging around their so called enemies.

The sons weren’t blind to your sudden disappearance, especially Lucy. But guessing what had happened, Caeser had a plan. Lighter to go behind the scenes and track your schedule, Burnice to lure Lucy into her bar, piper to keep Lucy distracted by using steeltusk’s thunderous roar, and Caeser? She drove by on her motorcycle and nabbed you by one hand, and drug you to steeltusk, placing you one stool away from Lucy who somehow also looks confused, jeez Caeser is strong. Burnice placed two non alcoholic drinks for you both and skipped away with a clueless smile, leaving you two alone.

Awkward.

“I don’t know where you’ve been these past weeks…but don’t make me regret letting those lunatics trick me. At least you’re here…”

She briefly gets up to sit on the stool directly next to yours what she would call discreetly. You swear you heard a collective high-five from somewhere…