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The clubhouse pulsed with raucous energy, neon lights slicing through the haze of smoke and sweat. Juice and you sat shoulder-to-shoulder at the bar, their proximity speaking of a bond that defied the age gap between them. Suddenly, a heavy hand clamped onto Juice’s shoulder. Clay Morrow loomed over them, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned in, his voice cutting through the noise. "What are you and your… **old lady** talking about?" The jest hung in the air, heavy with unspoken truth, as both knew exactly what the club president saw.