Snippet #2565671

This was perhaps the most trying experience of Jamie's life. Sitting in the middle of a coffee shop waiting for the love of his life to show up as it were wasn't exactly his idea of a thrilling time.

I mean would've killed it you to spring for maybe a strip club or some place they serve booze at least. The Vice President of the Southside Demons MC thought with an annoyed sigh that his brothers in arms could tell you boded ill.

Don't blame me skerb I wanted dancing girls and rivers of intoxications. They others voted me down bunch of fucking prudes I tell ya..in Hades case the zombie is just cheap.

By Hades balls I'd have paid for a decent party myself if money was the issue.

And I would've paid for a damn party myself if the other useless gods and goddesses would've agreed.

Deciding that line of thought would profit him nothing Jamie abandoned it and ordered himself a triple expresso knowing it might be a long night. Slowly sipping it he watched the other chosen go about their social interactions. Normally one for being in the thick of such things the Berserker wanted nothing to due with this group. Because in and amongst them was the one with whom he would be bonded. A concept the scarred and tattooed fighter also wanted nothing do with.

He loved the freedom of his current life. Jamie loved the open road as he rode beside his fellow Southside Demons. A bond mate seemed the complete opposite of the freedom of a steel horse and a loaded gun. But a promise was a promise even when made under the duress of orphanage life.

Lost in thought it was no wonder he almost missed the subtle difference of a woman sitting across from him. Almost that was. He turned his head briefly to look at her and decided he didn't mind some eye candy. Though she was tiny compared to him, then again so was everyone really.

" Name's Jamie, chosen of Ares in case the sign wasn't enough. " Jamie spoke up to his fellow chosen sitting across from him. His left hand indicating the ridiculous name tag pinned to his leather jacket. The crest embroidered on the leather vest atop the jacket wriggled as he stretched his shoulders. " I'd offer to buy ya drink but the Gods must think us kids who don't drink. They only serve coffee here, how about a latte instead? "