Gates fled outa, town like a man possessed. He turned down onto 476 and opened up the shovel clearing his head and the cobwebs from his motror has he shortened the distance between the bar. Withing 10 minutes he could see the sign in the distance, as he closed on the bar, he saw an unusual amount of traffic around the bar. Within 50 metres he saw what it was, there were bikes everywhere. Gates rolled off 476 and entered the car park. Riding slowly down to the head of the carpark, he was greeted by thumbs raised and waves, He didn't know these people but from the styles of the bikes he knew they were club people. He parked his bike near Lurch's...as he got off the bike he was approached by a pretty young thing...Nice ride dude, she said as she slid down onto the seat over the rear guard...taking up a pose stretching her legs up over the tank, showing her long pins to full advantage with the short shots she was barely wearing...yeah spose so, replied Gates...Just don't scratch the paint with those heels. He turned on his heel and mounted the ramp and walked into the bar....the double doors were open and held back on clips. The room was as crowded as the car park and the joint was smoke filled and jumpin...somewhere over the back loud music pumped out. Gates couldn't tell whether it was a band or a jukebox....he made his way to the bar...careful not to bump anyone harder than the norm as he pushed past, lest he get himself into a situation, he couldn't handle.
He made it too the bar and the chick behind it...looked his way...he ordered a handle of beer by sign...as yelling over the din around the bar was impossible. The chick nodded grabbed a handled glass and pulled a draft beer into it...Gates dropped a few notes on the bar as she handed over th beer...he turned again and surveyed the room. Drinkin from the glass he looked here and there...and nowhere at at no one in particular. Suddenly a hand rested on his shoulder. Gates turned to see one big ugly mug he didn't recognise....The man leaned in and yelled in Gates' ear....this is private...I don't know you...so your not welcome. Gates continued to pull on his beer, and looked like he was thinking on what the ugly fellow had just told him. Gates too a long pull...on the beer...he turned to the big biker...he put the beer down on the counter and in oine movement drove his fist into the big mans belly. Those around the bar who witnessed the move suddenly stopped, and stared....the few quicker ones moved fast moving away from what was about to start...the music pumped even harder, a small space evolved and the big man took the blow well, looking down at his stomach then up at Gates..he let out his breath slowly...and smiled....a left hook came outa no where, driving hard in and up under Gates solarplexs...he took the punch well...but it knocked him...he stepped back and the big man smiled...Gates countered with a devilish blow to the big mans jaw....the big man turned his head, taking the blow...Then Gates did something that wasn't expected....He grabbed the glass and took a slow deliberate pull of beer...he placed the glass back on the bar empty and held up 2 fingers and made a circular movement indicating 2 more beers....The barchick stood with her back to wall watchin....Gates wiped the excess off his mouth with his sleeve...and the big man followed through with a huge right that sent Gates crashing backwards...through other patrons and over a few stools..and onto the floor. He lay there holding his chin...and rubbin it looking up at the big man...he stood menacingly over him. Suddenly the big man stooped and held out his big meaty paw.. Gates grabbed the offered hand, and the big man hauled Gates to his feet...enveloping him in a bear hug....Gates! he yelled..damn good to see ya bro...where ya been hiding out! The other patrons, turned back to their conversations and the crowd moved in closer as the two men returned to the bar...2 glasses of beer awaited them. Standing behind the bar was Lurch....hands spread out before him...leaning on the bar...with a pissed off look on his face.,
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