She’d called, she’d texted — hell, she’d even considered sending a god damn letter if it would get her best friend to answer her. It was unlike them to go days without talking to one another,  something that Helena couldn’t say about any of her other relationships, and considering all the drama going on within the dark skulls she couldn’t help but begin worry. She didn’t know exactly what was happening with that group, only that a lot of the guys had been frantically coming in and out of the studio looking for Lucas, who had been in quite the frenzy himself. Despite her better judgement, Helena knew better than to ask questions — and either way, they weren’t what she was worried about.

“Grayson! Open the fucking door!” her tiny fists banged loudly against the wooden frame, jaw clenched tightly as she impatiently waited for a response. “I’m gonna break one of your fucking windows if you don’t let me in!”

He was obviously pissed when he heard that Grayson had went ahead and got himself arrested, knowing that the younger male’s carelessness would inevitably cause him to end up there, anyway. Still, he felt for his friend, having put himself in the same position countless times before when he was in his twenties. The difference was, however, that Fitz had connections — ties to certain members of law enforcement through the dark skulls that Grayson wouldn’t’ve had access too. He was glad, then, when he finally came around to joining the club, even if he had been reluctant to do so.

Fitz would be lying if he said having the other male working for him again wasn’t nice, rendering him a bit nostalgic over the earlier days when Grayson worked register as a teenager. The kid was smart, knew what he was doing, and was honestly proving to be more helpful than his own brother way. “Hey,” Fitz stepped over to the register, opening it up and placing a stack of twenties inside. “I’m ‘bout to have some lunch in the back if you wanna join me. Lisa will cover the front.” 

“I’m done with men,” Helena loudly declared, placing the blunt that her neighbor had so meticulously rolled between her lightly chapped lips and inhaling, reveling in the feeling of smoke cascading her airways. The past week had been an absolute shit show, still feeling like she was spiraling from her whole argument with Ashley. All she could think about was the way she felt when the realization hit her, the one that informed her that the older male had been lying about his living situation — perhaps it was a small lie considering the parameters that had been set around their ‘relationship’, but it didn’t matter to the blonde. If he wasn’t telling the truth about his ex-wife stay with him, then what else wasn’t he telling the truth about?

“From now on, they’re nothin’ but a bunch of sentient dicks. No conversation, ever,” she pouted slightly, reaching out to hand the blunt back over to Grayson. They were in their usual smoking position: in front of the television and under an array of blankets, laying on either end of the couch with their legs comfortably overlapping int he middle. “Y’know, I think you’re the only guy in the world that’s never lied to me. Ain’t that the fuckin’ tea.”

Welp, Helena never thought she’d see herself back in this dump. The New Hanover Police Department was the first place she’d been put behind bars before being transferred over to the prison, having spend over a week there before being released on bail due to the severity of the crime she’d been accused of. Luckily, her lawyer had gotten her out of that situation so that she could stay on house arrest, but still — the place brought nothing but bad memories. The blonde attempted to keep her head down as she passed the paperwork needed for Grayson’s release back to the receptionist, arms hugged tightly around her chest.

“They’ll have him out in a couple of minutes, hon. You can take a seat.” Helena nodded at the woman’s words, eyes trained on the floor as she walked over to the black chair in question, sitting down and crossing one leg over the other. The sooner she could get out of there with her friend, the better.

Was this kid that fucking stupid? Only a few drinks into the night, and Fitz found himself getting heated over a particular sight — not one pertaining to any ex girlfriends or one of the many conflicts he had with others around town, but something else. Gray Fischer had been in Fitz’s life for a couple of years now ever since the scrawny nineteen year old came into the deli with an application, and since then the male had thought of him as a sort of mentee figure despite the fact that Gray was messing with some dangerous territory. Selling marijuana on the Dark Skull’s turf was a big no-no, and although he himself could be incredibly harsh when someone stepped over that line, he was more worried than anything that Gray would get caught up in that shit by a different member.

So, it was safe to say that after witnessing what he assumed to be a deal from afar, he wasn’t happy. Downing the rest of his whiskey, the male placed the empty glass on a stray cocktail table before making his way over to Gray, grabbing him by the shoulder as he did so and whisking him away to the other side of the room. “The hell you think you’re doing, Fischer?” Fitz spat, letting go as he turned to face him. “You know how many fuckin’ members are here tonight? You’re goddamn lucky I saw you first before anyone else did.”