I’m almost flattered, despite knowing Brielle chose her club name because of Henri.
Max rolls his eyes. “You guys are idiots.” He heads over to the gaming center.
“We are not!” Brielle yells after him.
He lifts his hand to give her the finger, then thinks better of it. “Great comeback.”
“Ignore him, Six,” Henri says. She glances at the bar. “We should get something to drink.”
“What?” Brielle says as she trots after Henri.
“Beer,” Henri replies.
I clear my throat. “Henri.”
“Seven,” she corrects. “Dude doesn’t know how to have fun. Guess we’ll drink coke.”
Verity finally speaks up. “It’s not even 11. Too early for coke.”
She rolls her eyes towards Verity, then says, “Orange juice floats, then.”
Before the discussion can escalate, Joker walks in. “Church is gonna start. Let’s go.”
Henri looks curiously at Joker, then turns to Brielle, “What’s his club name?”
“He’s Joker. He’s the vice-president.”
“Like in Batman?”
“Yeah, maybe,” Brielle replies.
Joker jerks his head towards the two girls. “Who’s the kid?”
“Long story,” I mutter, then to Henri, I say, “Stay here, behave yourself. I won’t be long.”
As if he’s accountable to her, Joker says, “He’ll be at least an hour.”
She nods as she contemplates this. “That’s cool. I can keep myself entertained.”
“We got a horse. Wanna see?” Brielle’s voice follows us down the hall.
When I walk into Church, most of the guys are already there. I nod a greeting as I make my way across the room to the wall that I like to lean against during the meetings.
I’m barely settled when Hangman barrels into the room, immediately filling it with his presence. He throws himself into his chair, which groans in protest.
He’s a big man, not an ounce of fat. His long sandy hair is braided today and his beard has a bead in it. Accidental or on purpose, no one in this room is gonna mention it.
He glances at me with a smirk. “How was camping?”
I consider my answer. “Shit.”
I don’t wanna talk, I don’t wanna share. But Hangman, psychopathic, destructive, and fearless is also the best man I know. Except maybe Reaper, who’s sitting in his chair observing the exchange with curiosity.
Hangman has already dismissed me as he looks around the table, his eyes narrowing as he takes stock of some of my brothers.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he says to Trigger, whose clutching a handful of tissue trying to stem the flow of snot that’s running from his red nose.
Trigger sneezes loud enough to make Jawbone and King jump. “Nuddink,” he replies as he swipes at his nose.
