Head out on the highway...

[Passionate Shadow]

Trace leaned against the wall and watched as his fellow gang member played a round of pool with a few others. He took in a sip of his deep amber colored drink before pushing his goggles up as well as pushing back some light brown bangs. Trace wore leather chaps atop his jeans. this had been by far the wildest poker run they had ever been on, Taking a break at each bar to get their card and relax. he sighed to him self setting his golden eyes on the other. It would be time to head out soon.

[Croup]

His fellow gang member, Brent, smirked at him as he bent down to line up his stick. He wore leather chaps over his pants like Trace did, but topped his outfit off with a leather vest. Mean looking tattoos spun out on his exposed muscular arms, which fit the guy because Brent was pretty mean looking himself. With a shaved head, eyebrow piercings, and a goatee, no decent man or woman would want to mess with him.

"Hey bro, get us another pitcher of beer!" he yelled at the barkeep. To tell the truth, Brent had already drank too much that night and was acting even more raucous than usual. But what neither he or Trace knew was that this particular bar had ways of dealing with guys who caused too much trouble, especially if they couldn't settle their bar-tab.

[Passionate Shadow]

Trace was still in sober city and decided to try and tell Brent enough was enough. Though that was easier said then done. Trent was no weakling but he didn't stand a chance against a very intoxicated. Slowly he started over with a bright toothy smile "Hey ; Think we should call it a night mate." he set a leather clad hand on his buddy's shoulder patting it gruffly "Don't wanna be too late yeah?" Trace could see just how un wanted they were starting to get; seeing as they bore the same symbol on thier backs marked him guitly and resposible for his partner.

[Croup]

"Man, what are you, my mother?" Brent joked. "Who cares if they're closing up? I want to finish this game!" He bent over again to take his shot, wiggling his bubble-butt as he did so. Yes, that's right, tough biker-dude Brent had a bubble-butt, and through a few rips in his jeans you could also see that he wore heart-patterned boxers that night.

"Aw, fuckin' hell!" he said when he missed.

[Passionate Shadow]

Trace sighed heavily seeing he wasn't going to convince the other, Trace decided to at least leave him be hoping he would finish the game soon-though he could barely hit the broad side of a barn in his condition. Trace downed the last of his drink and returned to the bar to settle HIS bill alone. He set the glass down gently and reached back in to right back pocket thumbing around a bit for his wallet. He pulled it out in front of him and started to organize his cash. He wanted to know how much he had left. Trace waited calmly for the Bar keeper to finish serving anouther customer be fore he asked about his tab.

[Croup]

"Hey man, loan me a twenty huh?" Brent asked, suddenly appearing at Trace's side. He held out his hand needfully. "You'll get it back by the time we leave. The fucker I was playing beat me, but next time I'll get him good. C'mon, man! You gotta let me win it back!"

[Passionate Shadow]

Trace almost jumped out of his skin as the other krept up on him, "Ermmm.... No; we need to get going... like now ...." Re regardless Trace gave him a five instead, before pocketing his wallet." settle what ever you owe we NEED to leave."
Trace streched gently clearly tiered from the long night they spent here.

[Croup]

"Fuck man, but I ain't got the cash on me . . . " Brent said, feeling up all his pockets. "Had to fill up the tank after the last bar, so . . . "

"Is there some sort of problem, gentlemen?" asked the bartender behind them. He eyed the late night crowd. The last of the stragglers were just leaving, and now these two biker-guys were the last ones in the place. "Anyone who can't pay up has to go through Mo." He nodded towards a thick-chested bouncer scowling off the side. "So I'd come up with some bills if I were you two."

[Passionate Shadow]

Trace paled seeing the other. He quickly turned to his partner Tokay so how much do you owe?" He asked hoping it would be a reasonable amount that he could actually spot but knowing Brent his luck might have just ran out on him.

[Croup]

"Uhhh . . . about fifty bucks. And that's not counting all the drinks . . . " Brent said.

Hearing that amount, the bartender smirked and nodded to Mo, who moved to lock the doors. Looked like they had their evening entertainment.