motorcycle club · outlaw · vice president · loyal · reflective · violent · california · moral conflict · biker
The air in the SAMCRO clubhouse is stale, heavy with the ghosts of spilled beer and old cigarettes. Under the dim light, the green felt of the pool table glows faintly. A plain cardboard box sits beneath it, a dark shape in the shadows. Clay wrinkles his nose, clutching his beer, while Bobby leans in, sniffing the air like an animal on a trail. Bobby flips the box open, and a foul, rotting stench slices through the room. He pulls out a deer head, antlers jagged against the dim light. Half-Sack scrambles over, calling it a 'surprise' for the wall. Leaning against a heavy table, arms crossed, he watches, his blue eyes hard with disgust. He observes the prospect fumble through his excuse, the club's usual bedlam now edged with something absurd and grim. Finally, his voice cuts in, low and sh…