“Didn’t Robin come to the party?”

“Yeah, she’s probably in her room. I take it you heard about mine and Rebecca’s argument?” Bear asked.

“I heard it.” The entire clubhouse had heard it. He was done with the shot glass and finally grabbed the bottle of whiskey.

“Yeah, well, since then, I haven’t seen her.”

“I saw her,” Kid said, speaking up. “She was inside. Dancing with one of the blondes. I can’t remember her name. She’s the freaky one.” Kid snapped his fingers. “Nope. Don’t know her name.”

“They’re all fucking freaky,” Bear said. “I see how far I can make them go, you know. Kind of like a little test. Can I stick it hole A, B, C, or D?”

“What’s D?” Kid asked.

“Right between the tits. You fuck their tits and come all over the neck and face. Some women totally dig it, and of course some like to lick up the mess afterward.”

With the whiskey bottle empty, Preacher made his way inside toward the bar. He snapped open a beer, and took another drink. There was no other reason for him to not get completely wasted.

When was the last time he’d gotten drunk and not given a fuck to the consequences? There was only one other time he could think of, so maybe it was time to let off the drink. Bishop had been the result of his last drunken night.

“Hi, Preacher.”

He turned to see a happy, smiling Milly.

“What do you want?”

“I wanted to have a drink with you, you know, to celebrate your freedom.”

“My freedom?”

“Your son is now old enough. Legally an adult, and he can do what he wants, when he wants.”

“He still lives in my house, and he will abide by my fucking rules.”

“I totally agree. One hundred percent. Let’s drink to it. To rules and not breaking them.”

He stared at Milly, not liking her sudden change of attitude. She kept on smiling though.

“What has made you happy?”

“Can’t a girl be happy?”

“I’ve seen you, Milly. I know you calculate shit. What’s going on?”

“Nothing is going on. Seriously, I just wanted to have a drink with you. Have some fun. I know you’re wound up so tight about everything, and well, it’s time for you to relax. You know, to not stress so much. We’ve all been given the heads-up to lay low, and I don’t see why you can’t enjoy it as well.” She winked at him, swallowing down her drink.

He didn’t see a reason to argue with her.

Swigging more whiskey, he alternated between beer and whiskey. Milly stayed with him for the next couple of hours, and he actually talked to her.

She listened as he talked about Bishop. He knew she had a thing for Bishop, or at least, her greedy little paws trapped within him.

“You do know Robin is his,” he said.

The smile on her face dropped. “Excuse me.”

The room was starting to spin a little. The alcohol was getting to him. He could handle his liquor, but it had been a long time he’d drunk so much.