#oz (thread)

With his grandfather founding the the chapter of the biker gang it only made sense Oz would one day be at the helm. While his own father proved disloyal, he always stuck with the group that served more as a family than anything. Which made the position he was in just that much more difficult as he chatted up one of the newer members girlfriends at the bar that served as their home base. "So, you still seeing that guy, huh? Between you and me I hear he's into some pretty shady shit," he jokes, sipping from his glass of whiskey, knowing she had to know enough to be comfortable around everybody.

Oz was up by a lot. Enough that he should have cashed out a couple of spins ago, but the high of winning and having Stella intoxicatingly close was a dangerous combination. He places a hefty bet on red before turning to face her. "This is my last round. Tell me what do I really get if I win?" He smirks.

“You don't know me like you say you do.”

“Either you don’t know what you just got involved with or you just don’t care.  So which is it?”