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The large shed contains a small office, a bedroom and is usually the long-term parking space for the club's rides. The chopshop doubles as a residence for the owner too, whose usually found there instead of the adjacent clubhouse.
Kevyn(Falcon) offers both legal and illegal services to friends of the club. Those offers include.
- Plate Changing
- Pay n' Spray
- Modifications(Nitro, kneecappers, etc.)
- Repair(Obviously)
- Purchase & Selling Rides.
"Oh Keeev...where are you you sexy hunk a saurus?" She called out and inspected the shop around her, whistling at the sheer amount of tools, the size and the flags "Wow...very spartanesque. It could use a girl's touch" She said to herself while searching for Kev in the midst of machine parts and oil
He was pretty much dead to the world, but a swift kick in the ribs might jar him a bit...
"OI! This is Gae Ceaan Turf! Get out!" She yelled and fired a shotgun round in his general direction from her gauntlets and cocked them again "I will not repeat myself. Out with you and be quick about it lest you get a fucking boot up your god damn asshole!" She yelled...clearly pissed off
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"Gunney, lass, why are yeh shootin' up me shop?" Falcon would ask a bit groggily. "An' who tha hell are you?"
The last question was directed at the stranger of course. Casting about for one of his weapons, all he found was the knife that had cut him. Well, that would do...
"This en't a revolving door business, yeh got that?"
"You dont belong here...You are not one of us. You stay the FUCK away from MY man understand me?! If I see you ever again, your brains are going to be splattered across the god damn pavement!! GOT IT?!" She yelled and growled almost ferally as two more rounds were pumped into the doorway by the man
Clearly he was not well received or wanted at the present moment
With that, he'd lope over to the workbench where he left his Lupara, grabbing it. Then he walked over to where the pig was hiding, having not been fooled by the doppelgangers. With a stout kick, the body of the said taxi would be lifted away and clattered against the wall. Falcon would then shove the sawn-off directly into the diminutive fellow's chest, forcing him into the wall as well.
"Yeh threaten to burn down me shop one more time and yeh'll wish I let Gunney Mare over there take care of yeh instead of me..."
Clearly Ruby was in an extremely bad mood
"If yeh en't gonna talk, then stay the fuck outta here! An' if I ever catch yeh 'round here again, neither Mare nor meself will be missing our shots!" Kevyn shouted after the retreating figure before slamming the door and locking it. It was then that he'd finally notice Ruby's shirt being ripped a bit, the torn bit now serving as a bandage. Well, it'd certainly suffice, he had some medkits floating around somewhere, but that could wait. A sly, maybe slightly embarrassed smirk appeared on his lips as he continued to appraise his still-as-yet new lady friend.
"I thank yeh for tha help and tha impromptu healing, me dear Gunney Mare, but did yeh HAVE ta shoot more'n half a dozen holes in me shop?"
"I thought I would bring you something to drink while you and I talked about upgrading our bike's designs with badass guns that Ill be making. Plus I wanted to come see you and that hunk a licious body of yours" She said and giggled a little, sitting down on a stool and sipped her drink
"Not to mention I want to teach you how to make my favorite drink. No offense but I dont like drinking pure diesel in a glass"
"No offence, m'dear, but I'll always prefer this 'diesel' than that lighter fluid there any day," Falcon would reply first off with a bit of a chuckle. "Of course I'll learn, maybe. An' guns mounted on our bikes? Sounds like a Gae Ceann Original!"
The taste of the whiskey didnt mind her much but she was hoping he would actually get the point and that she didnt have to beat the idea that she liked him alot literally at gunpoint. She just held the kiss until he chose to break it.
To Kev, it would feel like she weighted almost nothing at all. She would have been much less then one hundred points
Of course he had to be the one that broke the kiss, though he still held her gently and easily in his arms. "Well, now... Yeh know words work almost as effectively, doncha, m'dear?
"Aye...but doncha know tha' actions speak louder then words mi boyo?" She asked him in an Irish accent and closed her eyes and kissed him again harder on the lips, wrapping her legs around his waist and just clung to him like his clothes "A girl could get oh so used to bein held by a big strong man such as yerself now laddie. Ye may no want ta let meh go" She giggled at him and ran her fingers through his hair gently
Instead of answering his Gunney Mare, Kevyn would ardently return her continued kissing whilst heading toward his bedroom. He'd nibble on her neck as she spoke again, one hand already tearing the already ruined shirt off her back as he laid her in his bed...
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