tenley warden...

“Can you believe she had the nerve to tell me to move last night? All because she’s hopin’ to fuck her way to a property patch,” never mind who it even came from, “and I took the last seat at the bar?” The woman in question was one of the newer vultures to show up around the clubhouse, of course. On a normal day Ten mostly ignored that crowd - they were of little importance to her - but there were a few special exceptions that garnered attention now and then. In this case, not for good reasons, either. “I’m not kidding---” she continued to proclaim, somewhat encouraged by the heavy splash of wine in her glass--- “the next time she opens her mouth within fifty-feet of me I’m stabbin’ her eyes out, Marn. Swear on my daddy’s ‘77 shovelhead, I will. I’ll wear ‘em around my neck like a trophy, too...” 

Bambi without a single moment of hesitation casually poured a little more whiskey into her coffee, taking a second to yawn almost obnoxiously before screwing the cap back onto the flask. “ Uh — Did you want some? ” She mused, raising a brow to the other in front of her before taking a sip from the chipped mug.

God, yes--- the answer hovered just at the tip of her tongue, ready to fly free with a vengeance, but Tenley stayed silent. Suspiciously silent, at that. She didn’t trust most people on a decent day and it was even more true when it came to outsiders. Truce be damned, Ten stuck to her own, and the fact that Bambi’s actions so closely mirrored her usual morning habits raised an internal alarm. Why was she offering? Was she trying to imply something? So far, she’d done her best to hide her little ‘problem’ from prying eyes, but that didn’t mean someone hadn’t caught on. Guard up, her gaze reluctantly tore from the whiskey. “I don’t need to spike my cup to get through the day,” sure she did, “but--- thanks. I guess.” 

☠ ┇ O P E N !

❛ Are you coming? ❜ Cash opened the drivers side door and climbed in, greeting his beloved pit xena in the backseat. There was something he wanted to show them, if they were interested of course. Though riding his bike would be ideal, this quick trip required the quietness of a car rather than the roar of a harley. 

Tenley Warden. 29 years old. “Product of” a Desert Wolf and Cocktail Waitress at Silk.

100% wolf blood runs through her veins. Born and raised right smack dab in the middle of it, club life is the ONLY life she’s ever known. 

Being in the club has been a Warden family legacy since it’s founding and her father, Duke, is a patched member who went to prison about eight years ago (and won’t be getting out any time soon) for a crime Ten secretly committed.

Long story short, her good turned dirty cop boyfriend was killed and she retaliated against the guy responsible. Daddy caught on to her plan, found her right after the fact, and then took the fall for his murderous angel. She still feels hella guilty, still hasn’t told anyone what really went down that night.

Ten skipped town for awhile bc she couldn’t cope with it all (and basically refused to talk to anyone from back home during that time) but has been back for about four-five years now. 

She’s loyal as hell to the Wolves and to a select few others IF she deems you worthy of that loyalty. 

Typically an upbeat person, but on the inside baby girl is still broken. Behind closed doors she’s more of a mess than she’s been letting on and basically leans on booze and sex to numb the pain of everything she’s still keeping inside. 

 Also--- she may be smol and slight but don’t let that fool you. Ten isn’t afraid to get blood on her pretty dress. Bby girl is 99999% her father’s daughter, for better or worse, and will not hesitate to deck you in the face or put a blade to your throat if you come @her or her boys the wrong way. 

She thinks she’s funny and makes her go-to karaoke song “Cool Rider”--- with complimentary dance moves, ofc. It’s probably bc Stephanie Zinone is her idol and she’d 900/10 go gay for a young Michelle Pfeiffer.