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about. Kyleigh didn’t forget Opie’s warning, it kind of hung around in her head the entire time she waited until she started to head over to the address she had been given. The closer she got the more at ease she began to feel. There were a bunch of bikes outside of the place, some shady looking people hanging around and it was loud as hell. She would fit in perfectly if she were accepted. Most women would probably feel intimidated pulling up to a place filled with mostly dudes, but not the half lycan. She was out to prove that she was fully capable of handling herself and God help whoever tried to get in her way of that. 

Ignoring the eyes that she could feel all over her as she put down her kickstand and turned off her bike, Kyleigh smiled when she heard Opie’s voice and put her keys in her pocket. “Oh did you think I was gonna flake because some strange dude hands me a card and tells me to be there in an hour? Trust me, I’ve had scarier shit happen to me and I’ve survived.”

      “most people see the cuts and write us off as criminals.” not that that wasn’t true -- they had a few shady things going on. tig made a comment he’d sooner not repeat as he got up to go into the club house. shaking his head he stood up. “gemma isn’t here right now. family business.” that was a whole other story she didn’t need to know about. “you can hang out if you are brave enough.” making his way over to where she stood, he looked around. “i can’t promise it will be PG, with this assholes around here.” 

Being wished luck usually wasn’t a good thing for Kyleigh, but at this point she didn’t care. If it was hard to impress the guy’s wife or whatever then she would have to just try her best. If not, well then she would just look for another job. It didn’t take much for her to figure out that it was best for her not to ask questions when she got there and only focus on what she need to. “Yeah no problem. See you then.”

     shacking his head, opie started his bike; she might regret it later. “yeah, good luck.” with another shake of his head, he was off towards the club.

             - la, time skip -

   a beer bottle smashed against the ground, as tig got way to in to his story. reaching in his pocket, he looked over when her heard someone drive in. “well shit..” he mumbled taking the pack out of his pocket. taking a swig of beer he elbowed the others, telling them to watch the show. “you made it. though you wouldn’t show.”  

She didn’t mean to get excited, but when the man said that he might know a place, Kyleigh felt a little spark of hope shoot through her. After the last place she left she only had a few bucks to her name, and if she couldn’t come up with some more in a few weeks she was going to get kicked out of where she was staying. She didn’t even hesitate to take the card he handed her, almost laughing at what he said about the owner’s wife. “Shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll see you then. Thanks man, I owe you one.”

      he hide his smirk when she thanked him --- she had no idea what she was getting into. “we’ll see about that.” kicking the kick stand, he looked at her. “i wish you the best of luck.” he thought a minute, clay would also be a bit grumpy about this. “just do me a favor and see and hear nothing while there.”