who: @hunter-cross​

They don’t normally talk too much shop when it comes to their separate affiliations. Unless it was something they could collaborate on, but otherwise they haven’t needed to test those lines. Finn was with the Irish before he even came to Colorado and Hunter with the Keepers. There was no question of recruitment one way or the other and that was fine, despite the groups histories in Lockwood Springs. That is, until recently, when that peace was threatened. When rumors of tension brewing again started to be muttered. Finn knew Quinlan was working with Diego to make sure the pot wasn’t stirred. However, it started to bring the question of what it would mean for him and not only Hunter (though he was arguably the most important) but also Danny and others he was linked to in the MC. Anyone who knew Finn knew family came first, the family he recognized at least. Hunter was his brother in all sense of the word but technicality. “All outside shit aside, when it comes down to it-” Finn stopped, taking a drink from his pint glass already not knowing where he was going with his train of thought. “Can we just agree we’ll have that conversation about shit when and if it comes to everythin’ blowin’ up? Before ye and I are forced on seperate sides of the fence, we’ll talk and see where we, us not them, are at?”