"Another round man," Max said to the bartender as the six men around him clamored for more drink. He was the newest member of thier little biker gang, and as such was expected to pay when everyone else ran out of money. Which they did very quickly he noticed. These men all where low lifes. Long hair, leather jackets, drunks and brawlers to a man. But are they rapists and murderers? He asked himself as he held out his hand for another beer. The bartender ablidged, and as he heard the pop of the can opening in his hands the owner and bartender of the crappy dive bar on the edge of town handed out more drinks to the others before running off to charge Max's credit card again.

The owner was clearly over serving them. Something that was against both state law and against the moral sense that most bartenders are trained to use when dealing with drunks. But the man didn't care, that was clear to Max. The joint was a popular dive bar and this man in front of them was a known petty local mobster. Nights were usually filled with violent and drunk college kids, crack addicts looking for their next fix from the back room buisiness the owner ran, and transients running away from their problems. On their way to somewhere better, just passing through the of the city of Flagstaff.

But now it was in the middle of the day, the teen marketed drugs were put away, the strippers from the club next door were probably sleeping off last nights bender instead of trying to entice bar customers to the other business, and the place was practically abandond of other staff. The only other person in the place was a drunk native who was sleeping off the mornings drunken escapades in one of the booths along the farside of the place.

It was perfect for what Max had been planning. But he needed to do something first, needed to get these bozo's to say it. So he could know. Best way to get a man to tell a story, is to tell your own first, he thought quoting his wife to himself.

"You know guys, yesterday after I left y'all at the old coke plant I ran into this girl out by university medows . Real sweet young piece of ass. Said she was a model or some shit I don't know. Couldn't have been older then 18, but she knew what she liked. Fistey and" Max moved his hands as if he were gripping imaginary breasts and the group of men began laughing. "But man, she was into me I tell ya. Took her home and showed her a good time!" the men all laughed and all turned to him, wanting to hear the rest of the story. "Once she was done, which didn't take very long, she tried to just leave!" The men groaned and shook their heads in disgust at the idea. "But I hadn't finished yet. So I pinned her down and finished, no rubber. She tried to fight me, but you have to let a man finish when he starts something like that! You can't just get what you want and leave him blue balled" the men all gave some form of agreement. "While I was working her over, she scratched my arm trying to get me off her." He rolled up his sleve and showed a long shallow cut he had earned by being careless with his ladder two days ago. "So I stopped and had to deal with it."

"What did you do man?" Asked one of the gang members, Max couldn't and didn't really care who.

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"I bent her over my knee and..." Max pretended to spank an imaginary womans ass as if diciplining her and the men all laughed. "She cried yeah, but stopped fighting me let me finish. I even think she got her rocks off a second time. Her whole body was shaking when I let her go she was so excited!"

"She storm out on you man?" Asked the smallest of the gang. This was Bobby the Cutter, he was in charge whenever Donovan wasn't around. Bobby got himself the name because of the knife he was always fiddling with. And rumor had it for doing things with that knife to women that would make anyones toes curl. 

"Nah! I'm seeing her tonight!" The man all burst out laughing, patting him on the back and saying things that made Max's stomach sick. All but one man, the largest of the gang and its leader. A brute of a man with hams for fists named Donovan. Powerful, brutal, and whose eyes shined with both drink and jelusy at Max's story. Perfect.

"Hey Max! Did we ever tell you about that girl from the Copperstate Tank, that little suburb south side of the city?" One of the other men tried to shush him, but Donovan silanced him with nothing but a glare.

"Hey man, be cool. Max will love this story! He's not a rat, I mean no rat would buy this much booze" The men laughed at Donovan's joke and everyone settled down before Donovan grinned his big stupid drunken grin in Max's direction and began to weave the tail. "We found her walking along Route 89 about two months ago. Fine piece of white skinny bitch ass. Her car must of broken down or something a few miles south of the airport. She was walkin north tryin to find some help." Some of the men in the group looked uncomfortable at the story. Most grinned, Max noted that Bobby the Cutter was clearly in the second group. "Well, we fine gentlemen offered her a ride."

"So you helped her?" Max asked, his voice low and filled with menece. Up until now he had been one of the guys, drinking, playing cards, pool, and buying the booze. He had even helped the Donovan collect a few drug debts the man had outstanding. Just so he could get here, hear this story. So he coudl finally learn what had happened to her. He had poked, proded, and practically begged to hear the exploits of these morons. Putting bait like that bullshit sotry of his out there every few days just to see who would bite. And it looked like his work was finallly going to pay off.

"Oh no man, bitches be selfish all around! We offered to help her sure, but when we asked for just a bit of compensation. A kiss really..." Donovan grabbed his balls with one meaty hand and the others laughed. "She said no! Can you belive it? That bitch! There we were, offering a perfectly good ride back to town for nothing more then a little kiss."

"So what did you do?" Max's voice was quiet now, filled with promise. A promise that only one of the men picked up through their drug and alchoal enduced haze. Bobby the Cutter stopped laughing with the rest and began fiddling with his knife.

"Well, we did what you did man!" Donovan patted him on the back, thumping loudly over the laughs and chuckles of the others. "Pinned her down, and finished with her!" The man laughed, the others laughed while Bobby the Cutter and Max locked eyes. It was just a moment, but it was real. And in that moment the man knew, and Max knew that he knew. "Dropped her off and then took off. Didn't want a Karen like that ruining a good night!" Max broke the strange connection he had with the dangerous small man and forced a smile on his face.

"Sounds like a good time!" They drank a few more drinks, swapped a few more stories. And then, it was time to go.