Post by Benny Fleetfoot on Jul 26, 2017 11:20:07 GMT -5
The fight was interesting, but it wasn't what Buster had came back for. He turned up his beer and took a few long heavy sigs. His arm was dangling off of Megan's shoulder who was still wearing his jacket. For the most part she seemed accepted. Buster actually had to hand her his beer so he could start a slow clap. He had to give it to Mickey. The guy had grown some balls since the last time he saw him. Buster took back his beer and returned his arm to Megan's shoulder. Leaning into her ear he whispered. "Come on let's just roam around." He wanted a moment alone with her honestly. He was sure after what Mickey just said this fight wasn't going to last.
As if to prove his point Mickey was trying to climb out of the cage as he turned and left. He pulled Megan along behind him. They didn't head inside, but rather to the warehouse next door. He just wanted a dose of nostalgia. This was where they kept the stolen cars before they could get them off the street. The warehouse was never in any of the Fool's names. It was under a fake name. Buster squinted as he tried and failed to remember the alias. He took another sip of his beer as he walked along. His arm still around Megan's shoulder; his hand dangling by her neck.
Buster wondered what his old family thought of his new family. What they thought was important, and he knew that Megan was going to catch some crap for being the new girl. When he first met her, he wouldn't have exactly been sure if she could take a little hazing. The girl seemed like a powder puff at first. But now.... She was forged in Steele.
She had been tougher than he had imagined. He didn't bring up the fact that he had cracked to that sick fuck. You could pull his teeth out with pliers and he wouldn't say shit...Threaten to hurt Megan? He would do anything you wanted. When the fuck did I become so soft? He thought quiet. Buster noticed the long silence between them. She must have questions... "Those things I told you I couldn't explain about myself.... This is it." He said finally. "I wasn't a good person before. I was kind of a scumbag. Outlaw. Criminal."
Buster pulled his arm away from her. He moved over with the beer in his hand to a trans am. He allowed his fingers to dust over the hood. His fingers leaving streaks in the dust as he became quietly fascinated with his distraction. He didn't want to look Megan in the eye. He wasn't ashamed of his roots. He was proud of his club. Though a goodie two shoes girl like Megan might look down on it. Why was it, he was afraid of being a disappointment to her?