nickname, looked nothing like the other bikers in the bar. He was young, barely twenty, if that, and had sandy blond hair. No tattoos that I could see, and he was scrawny compared to Sonny’s muscular physique.
“You’re in a motorcycle club?” I asked, playing dumb.
“Wow, you are new around here, ain’t ya, pretty thang?” Jimmy observed.
“That’s enough, Jimmy,” Sonny admonished. “Yes. Most of the guys in here are in the MC. See here?” He turned his back toward me and turned his head at an angle so I could still see his face. On the back of his cut was a large picture of a skeleton on a horse. The horse was reared back as if it were going to attack something or someone below. The skeleton had a scythe in its right hand and its left hand was on the horse’s reins. “Lords of Chaos Motorcycle Club, Nicholasville, Kentucky Charter.” He turned back around, looking proud of himself.
“I see. And these other patches on the front? What do they stand for?” I knew now that I had him talking about himself and the club, his ego was going to allow him to brag and tell me as much as I needed to know for now. The basics, anyway.
He pointed to a patch on his left breast. It read “Jackson” in black letters. Underneath that one was another one that said “Vice President.”
I knew it was time for me to lay on the girly charm. “Ooooooh. You’re the vice president, huh? That’s pretty awesome. Who’s the president?” As if I didn’t already know.
“My dad, Leroy. He’s the president of the entire charter. Whenever he retires or kicks it, whichever comes first, I’ll be the new president.”
“Long as the club votes it that way,” Jimmy added.
Sonny kicked him under the table. I looked down and noticed Sonny’s boots. They were black leather, like mine, only his had a silver chain that wrapped around the ankle. “Of course the club will vote that way. If they know what’s good for them.” Sonny chuckled.
“What exactly does a motorcycle club…do?” I asked, trying to appear as ditzy as he’d expect any girl to be.
“Oh, you know, ride around…go on charity runs…help out in the community…things like that. Generally, we just…hang out.”
“Sounds interesting.” He didn’t know that I was aware that they did much, much more than just hang around.
“So, Trish…what do you do for a living?” Sonny leaned back in his chair and looked directly at me.
Luckily, I was prepared with my backstory. “Well, I was a nurse in Lexington, but I had to quit my job when Dad started going downhill. I had to take care of him almost twenty-four-seven the last couple of weeks. Then, he passed away and I had to move down here to take care of the house and, well, you know the rest.”
“That sucks, man. You had to quit your job? Do you miss it? Being a nurse, I mean?” This was the first time I’d looked at him and thought he might be sincere and not trying to schmooze me. I forgot for a split second that he was an alleged drug-smuggling murderer.
“Yeah, I miss it. I was a labor and delivery nurse, so I worked with newborn babies.” I paused to make it seem like I might truly be sad. “Yeah, I do miss it. I’ll get back to it, though, as soon as I get my dad’s estate taken care of.”
“So you’re not gonna stick around good ol’ Nicholasville? You’re going right back to the Big City?” Sonny asked.
“Oh yeah. This is temporary. I mean, no offense to your hometown or anything, but Nicholasville is way too small for me. I miss Lexington.”
“What’s Lexington got that we don’t?” he asked.
“Um…stoplights?” I joked. Nicholasville did have stoplights, but not many.
“Oh, ha ha. She’s a comedian, this one.” Jimmy pointed at me.
“No, seriously. It’s just that small towns…well, everyone’s always in your business. There’s no privacy. Everyone knows everything about you. You can’t get away with anything in a small town.”
“Oh, really?” Sonny
“You’re in a motorcycle club?” I asked, playing dumb.
“Wow, you are new around here, ain’t ya, pretty thang?” Jimmy observed.
“That’s enough, Jimmy,” Sonny admonished. “Yes. Most of the guys in here are in the MC. See here?” He turned his back toward me and turned his head at an angle so I could still see his face. On the back of his cut was a large picture of a skeleton on a horse. The horse was reared back as if it were going to attack something or someone below. The skeleton had a scythe in its right hand and its left hand was on the horse’s reins. “Lords of Chaos Motorcycle Club, Nicholasville, Kentucky Charter.” He turned back around, looking proud of himself.
“I see. And these other patches on the front? What do they stand for?” I knew now that I had him talking about himself and the club, his ego was going to allow him to brag and tell me as much as I needed to know for now. The basics, anyway.
He pointed to a patch on his left breast. It read “Jackson” in black letters. Underneath that one was another one that said “Vice President.”
I knew it was time for me to lay on the girly charm. “Ooooooh. You’re the vice president, huh? That’s pretty awesome. Who’s the president?” As if I didn’t already know.
“My dad, Leroy. He’s the president of the entire charter. Whenever he retires or kicks it, whichever comes first, I’ll be the new president.”
“Long as the club votes it that way,” Jimmy added.
Sonny kicked him under the table. I looked down and noticed Sonny’s boots. They were black leather, like mine, only his had a silver chain that wrapped around the ankle. “Of course the club will vote that way. If they know what’s good for them.” Sonny chuckled.
“What exactly does a motorcycle club…do?” I asked, trying to appear as ditzy as he’d expect any girl to be.
“Oh, you know, ride around…go on charity runs…help out in the community…things like that. Generally, we just…hang out.”
“Sounds interesting.” He didn’t know that I was aware that they did much, much more than just hang around.
“So, Trish…what do you do for a living?” Sonny leaned back in his chair and looked directly at me.
Luckily, I was prepared with my backstory. “Well, I was a nurse in Lexington, but I had to quit my job when Dad started going downhill. I had to take care of him almost twenty-four-seven the last couple of weeks. Then, he passed away and I had to move down here to take care of the house and, well, you know the rest.”
“That sucks, man. You had to quit your job? Do you miss it? Being a nurse, I mean?” This was the first time I’d looked at him and thought he might be sincere and not trying to schmooze me. I forgot for a split second that he was an alleged drug-smuggling murderer.
“Yeah, I miss it. I was a labor and delivery nurse, so I worked with newborn babies.” I paused to make it seem like I might truly be sad. “Yeah, I do miss it. I’ll get back to it, though, as soon as I get my dad’s estate taken care of.”
“So you’re not gonna stick around good ol’ Nicholasville? You’re going right back to the Big City?” Sonny asked.
“Oh yeah. This is temporary. I mean, no offense to your hometown or anything, but Nicholasville is way too small for me. I miss Lexington.”
“What’s Lexington got that we don’t?” he asked.
“Um…stoplights?” I joked. Nicholasville did have stoplights, but not many.
“Oh, ha ha. She’s a comedian, this one.” Jimmy pointed at me.
“No, seriously. It’s just that small towns…well, everyone’s always in your business. There’s no privacy. Everyone knows everything about you. You can’t get away with anything in a small town.”
“Oh, really?” Sonny
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