Saturday nights were always eventful in the bar. It was when the normies decided they wanted to feel the danger and excitement of being in a real life biker bar. Some would come in in leathers, others dressed like they were going to any other sort of club. They usually stood out like a sore thumb.
We were just getting into the swing of the night. The regulars were all there, drinking, chatting, playing pool or darts. Some of the guys were sitting around talking about the projects they were working on.
I was head of security and ran a pretty tight ship. My guys took no bull and they were quick to end any issues. Our regulars weren’t often the problem. It was the macho f***s who came in trying to be tough who caused the biggest issue, them and the college kids who were there for the
