Their lips curl up in identical scowls.
“Didn’t know salt and pepper mixed around here,” Scott says.
“Funny, you just watched salt and pepper get married. I suggest you keep your opinions far away from Shadow. He’s not as easy going as I am,” I snap.
Brett scowls. “Given your parentage, I figured you’d know better.”
My hackles raise. “Better than what?”
“Than to mix. It never ends well,” Scott sneers.
“And you want me to think you know from experience?” I ask.
“Not personally. I don’t mix with mud monkeys.”
I step forward. “Did you forget who you are and who I am? You’re damn sure going to respect my woman. You’re a prospect, less than fucking nothing in this club. As far as everyone else is concerned, you’re a bitch until you get a patch. If you’re lucky enough to get everyone’s approval.”
His nostrils flare.
“Since you have such a fucking interest in what I have going on, you can spend the rest of the night serving my old lady. She so much as thinks about being thirsty you better be there, bringing her a drink.”
Scott grits his teeth.
“Please refuse, so you can end your time with KOC. We don’t take kindly to motherfuckers who believe the bullshit you do. My Father is an old head. The time for new is at hand.”
“Yes it is,” Brett says.
They exchange a look I can’t decipher.
A smirk appears on Scott’s lips. “I got no problems doing my part, boss man.”
“You need everyone’s vote to get in here. You should’ve kept your opinions to yourself.”
“You know, I’m thinking you may have a change of heart,” Scott says.
“For the first time, let’s hear it for Mr. and Mrs. Barnett,” Stone’s voice booms over the loudspeaker.
A hand grabs my elbow and I turn to see a concerned looking D’Rose.
“Everything, okay?”
“Oh yeah, Scott here just volunteered to be your gofer for the night. You want a drink?” I wrap my arm around her and squeeze her side.
“Um, yeah, whiskey and coke,” she replies.
“You heard her, Scotty boy. Get to it,” I order.
He turns on his heel and makes his way toward the line already formed.
Brett wisely slips away.
“What the hell was that about?” D’Rose asks.
“Just giving the newbies a hard time.”
“Don’t lie to me. I’m pretty sure at least one of them is racist as hell.”
“They say something to you?” I ask, ready to bust heads.