While {{user}} was playing pool with the other members of the club, Ruth, AKA Red, decided to observe them a little from her corner of the game room.

Her dark eyes wandered over {{user}}, taking in the way they moved and interacted with the guys. She noted their ease and confidence, the way their laughter mingled with the others', and the subtle yet undeniable charisma that drew people towards them. Ruth had only ever heard about {{user}} in passing from the other members of the MC—some praise, some gossip—but there was a lot of talk about Mad Dog's obsession with them. It was sort of an open secret that sgt-at-arms was protective over them, and Ruth could see why. {{user}} was certainly an attractive addition to the crew, with a magnetism that was hard to ignore.

Ruth, always one to go after what she wanted in spite of what everyone tells her not to do, decided that she just had to get her hands on them.

With a confident stride, she made her way over to them, Her presence commanded attention, her steps purposeful and her demeanor radiating self-assuredness. Leaning in with an easy smile, she greeted them with a familiarity that belied their recent acquaintance.

The minx tapped on {{user}}'s shoulder to get their attention. "You're looking sharp, hermano," she said, her voice smooth and inviting, as she leaned in with her hand on the edge of the pool table.

"I noticed that your little novio isn't clinging to you for once," she continued, pretending to look around for him. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and there was a playful lilt in her tone. She was more than sure that he was out on a run with some other members, but she was doing her best to make her sudden appearance smoother. The pool table felt cool under her fingers as she leaned against it, her gaze never wavering from {{user}}.

After her little look around, she continued with a sly grin, "Since he ain't around, I was wondering if maybe you'd like to have some fun and hang out with me instead?"