forum biker gang rp (closed)

Started August 07, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

tune

Riverpaw glanced up at Belle, then down at her fries. She sneaked away and gave it to Tsunami.

Belle didn't notice Riverpaw taking a fry, and she huffed at August. "Well, then go up and ask for your own, then, or something."

(I know I literally just got on but my sleep medication is starting to kick in and I'm probably going to pass out soon so byeeee)

(Ooof, okay. Bye!)

(night)

"Here, have my fries," Meun said as he took his fries and handed them to August. "You can have some of my burger too, if you want," he offered

"Aww." Riverpaw couldn't help but giggle at them.

Belle smirked and nudged Riv, turning to wink at the younger girl. There was something going on, and she could tell. August and Meun seemed to be the only ones who couldn't tell.

Riverpaw smirked back at her, snickering quietly.

(Umm… Idk, but I have thought about a way to develop Rigel/Aspen romance, but it needs to be after Rigel met with Alfonzo…)

(Sure lol)
Aspen smirked at the others antics and ate her fries

Meun looked up at them when he heard Riverpaw giggling. "What?" he asked, completely oblivious to what they were talking about

Riverpaw shook her head, grabbing her drink to quiet herself.

"Oh, it's nothing," Belle assured Meun, shrugging offhandedly.

Rigel checked the time, then stood, “I need to be heading out, duty calls.” He felt like he said it as if he was doing something heroic, not going to be brought to them threatened by Alfonzo. He made to walk for the door.

Tsunami barked at Rigel, and Riverpaw looked at him worriedly. "P-please be careful."

Rigel glanced back at Riverpaw before saying, “I’m glad someone worries for me,” Rigel wasn’t going to lie and say that he was going to be fine. He walked out to his Cruiser and strapped on his helmet.

"This isn't going to end well…" Belle muttered before she ate some of her food.

"It never does…" Riverpaw mumbled over the top of her glass before taking another sip.

“Rigel you idiot. What have you done now.” She muttered

Rigel scoffed, “I got you cash for last week, this week, and next week, Alfonzo.”

“Good, good, but must I remind you what I need most, boy?” Alfonzo said, spitting out his weed on Rigel’s leather jacket, “I need clients.”

“I got you clients,” Rigel retorted with a snarl, “The kid from Mickey’s, the girl from that pub, the-“

“Those aren’t enough, boy. Do you know how many clients Jack had? He made networks of them. So until you get me back all those clients that were lost, you will be paying weekly dues for the rest of your life. All because of a little girl who died, hmm.”

Rigel struggled in the two busters’s grips. He wanted to rip that man’s face off. Rigel clawed at the Ren’s iron grip, but he was an entirely different person when Alfonzo was around. Rigel hissed, “She was murdered.”

“Please,” Alfonzo drawled, “She was dying anyways. The only difference was that my men buried her at an unmarked grave.”

Rigel froze. A moment went by with nothing. No feelings, no words. Then a low, guttural growl came out of Rigel, “Where is she?”

“I might tell you after you get me back my clients. But even that’s a maybe.”

“Please,” The sheer desperation in his voice shown as he cracked, “Please.”

“Give him a strong dose and send him on his way,” Alfonzo ordered his men and they started dragging Rigel away.

“Please!” Rigel begged as he kicked the busters, trying to stay just a little longer, “Please! I’ll do anything! Please!” But he was dragged out of the room too soon, and was tossed into the dark, the only illumination being the moonlight through a window. Rigel slumped in defeat. He could barely see Ren, the other buster already gone, through the dark.

“I’m sorry Ri,” Ren started.

“I go by Rigel,” He said weakly, despising his old nickname as Ren grabbed his arm and wiped it down. His old friend was courteous enough to try to keep Rigel from getting some kind of an infection.

“Rigel,” Ren sighed, “You know I have to do this ‘cause you can’t know where headquarters are.”

“I knew that, I’ve been medicated before by Alfonzo’s brutes,” Rigel retorted, as he heard Ren shaking out a bag.

“I’m sorry for what happened. Listen, we really screwed up then and-“

“Just hurry up an medicate me, Ren. I don’t want to hear the story again.”

Ren’s hand brushed the inside of Rigel’s elbow, and there was a yearning in his voice as he said, “I miss you, Rigel. Maybe if we start dating again, Alfonzo would-“

“No,” Rigel snapped bitterly, “You can’t fix what happened. You can’t just fix what you did, what you were going to do to her.”

He felt Ren’s grip on his arm tighten slightly, and there was a sadness haunting his voice, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I wanted to-“ Ren cut himself off, then continued, “But at least you two met because of it,” Rigel made a warning snarl, and he heard Ren sigh again. Rigel felt Ren’s grip strengthen enough to bruise before he felt the needle prick into his arm and insert its contents into Rigel’s blood stream. Ren walked out of the room quietly and Rigel passed out moments later, Alfonzo’s home-grown drugs doing their job quickly.