#allclarke

ryan found an unlikely friend in allana. they clicked in particular ways that ryan simply couldn’t avoid. when ryan saw allana, she saw an outsider just like her, someone looking for a place where they belong. something about that thought made a rush of sudden emotions wash over her. these emotions only grow more prominent after news breaks out over what happened to her friend. it was sickening, just fucking unreal. ryan couldn’t even bring herself to fathom what’s truly going on behind closed doors in this town. she was absurdly on edge, but somehow still itching to know more. that damn fatal middle ground.

she arrives with some flowers, setting them down gently on a nearby table.  ❛  hey..  ❜ the woman trails off, pulling up a chair beside the hospital bed. she had never liked hospitals, which was certainly something considering both her mother and sister were both doctors. ryan gently takes allana’s hands, squeezing gently.  ❛  i’ve rehearsed in my head so many things to say right now but nothing seems right. i know you probably don’t wanna hear another sorry, so i’ll spare you that. but you didn’t fucking deserve this.  ❜

Blake hadn’t seen Allana since after what had happened at the Dive.  Like Andy, she’d seen her in passing at her father’s viewing and the funeral, but otherwise, she’d been trying her hardest to avoid coming into direct contact with her considering that Blake had slept with her fiancee.  Not only that, but she was also quite disappointed in Allana overall when she found out that she had cheated on Maddox.  She knew that Maddox wasn’t perfect, but he didn’t deserve to have his heart broken like that.

Blake knew that she would eventually have to face Allana, but she didn’t think that day would come so soon nor did she think that she’d be standing face to face with Allana at her front door.  “Oh,” she exclaimed, obviously taken aback by her presence.  She figured that Allana would search her out eventually.  She slept with her fiance for crying out loud.  “If you’re gonna hit me, just get it over with.  I’ll give ya one free shot,” she almost grumbled as she pushed the door open further for Allana.  “But that’s it, ya won’t get another.”

From the moment he’d found out about her pregnancy, Andy found himself more and more concerned over Allana. She was an Old Lady of a club member, which practically made her family by extension -- She was like a sister for Andy, as far as he was concerned. He could recall the times they’d spent getting drunk off a twelve pack of shitty beer while shooting the shit, when life was less complicated and he could enjoy the simplicity of sitting on the porch and discussing whatever came to mind. Now, his thoughts were bogged down by concerns over his parole officer (who had happily paid him a visit earlier that morning, after reading about the Dive having been destroyed), Rowan, and the fate of the club. 

And now, added into the mix -- Allana. While she was protected by the MC, she’d made the choice to still work at the Dive despite the two club’s division. It wasn’t something he supported, but knew it was her choice to make, and that the Trojan’s wouldn’t hurt her to get back at Primordial -- So he held his tongue. What he didn’t, however, bother to do was leave her to her own devices. From the moment the news broke that the Dive had been trashed, and that Anthony was the one to do it, he knew he needed to check in on Allana. He rode his motorcycle to the familiar address, knuckles rapping against the door in a simply rhythm. “S’me, Allana.” He calls out, before clarifying further: “It’s Andy.”