Mad Dog (Angel’s Rebellion MC: #2) (Angel's Rebellion MC), стр. 15

“Think I know something that might work, Prez,” Viper spoke up.

“By all means, Brother. Share your ideas with us.”

“Well, I've walked around the Clubhouse a few times learning the layout of it.”

I nodded at him.

“I'm pretty sure you would want to keep the girls down the same hallway if at all possible.”

“Yeah, I would prefer that.”

“I've noticed that the office spaces are underutilized. Each office is huge in itself, so would it be possible, if they are agreeable to it of course, to split Seer's office into two offices and move Tater into the new office it would add? Move the movie room out of the girls’ hallway to where Tater's office is currently at, then the empty office that is currently across Tater’s could be split into two different rooms. In those rooms you could put the men and women's bathrooms taking them out of the girls’ hallway as well.

“That way you could split what is now the movie room into two bedrooms and the two bathrooms could be reworked into two bedrooms. That would allow you to add four more rooms, two with plumbing already installed, on the girls’ hallway without adding on to the Clubhouse.”

I blinked at him. Why the fuck hadn't I thought of that? It was so fucking obvious. I glanced at Hoss and I could see him thinking it over. I looked over at Seer and Tater, to see Tater nodding. Seer on the other hand had this smile on his face like he had seen into the future and was happy with it.

“Well, what do you think Hoss, Seer, Tater? Hoss, is it workable? Seer, Tater, would you mind downsizing offices?”

“Fuck no, I wouldn't mind,” Tater said. “I only need space for a desk and filing cabinets.”

“Same here,” Seer replied. “I wouldn't mind doing that at all.”

“Hoss?”

“The man is a fucking genius. Why the fuck didn't that pop into my head right off the bat?”

“Don't know, Brother. I was thinking the same thing myself.”

I glanced down at Viper. He wasn't even smiling like he had come up with the perfect plan. To him, he was only trying to help the MC out. My gut was telling me that even though he had only been here a little over three months, that one day he would be the VP here.

I needed to talk to Sarge and Gunny about him. I wanted them to make a trek back towards home and meet him. He had all the leadership qualities of a good VP, hell even of a Prez. We'd work well together. I knew it wouldn't be much longer before Possum started seriously thinking about stepping down. He'd already started making rumblings of that nature. The man was sixty-two after all. He deserved his down time to do all the things he had been wanting to do for years. He was an avid fisherman and hadn't been able to do as much of that as he had liked.

“Well, I think Viper just came up with the perfect solution to that problem. Once again, if everyone agrees with Viper's recommendation, let me see a show of hands?”

I watched as everyone raised their hand.

“Well, that all went fairly fucking easy. Unanimous. Just the fucking way I like it. Anyone have anything else before we close and go eat?” I inquired of the room.

“Yeah, I actually have something I want everyone to be thinking about before next Church,” Brute spoke up.

“What's on your mind, Brother.”

“Old man Macky is selling The Watering Hole. I thought this would be a good business to buy. That's the main bar the Brothers go to if we aren't here at the Clubhouse.”

“Hmm. Any idea when he's selling it?” I asked Brute.

“I was in there last night, he made a point of coming to me and telling me that information. Said Sarge told him years ago to let the club know when he finally decided to retire. Macky said he'd like to retire as soon as possible but wasn't going to put it up for sale until the club decided whether or not we wanted to buy it.”

“What's with him wanting to retire so suddenly?” Possum inquired.

“Macky said that his doc told him his ticker wasn't real good and it would be better for him if he retired so he wasn't stressed as much.”

“Hate to hear that about Macky,” Slaughter said.

“I'll call Sarge and talk to him about it. It's definitely something to think about. It might not make a lot of money, but it is pretty much the only bar that the club uses. Y’all think about this and we'll talk about it on Friday. For now, let's go eat, drink and be rowdy.” With that, I stood up from the table letting everyone know that Church was dismissed.

~*~

I glanced around and every picnic table was in use. Everyone was chowing down on barbecue, hamburgers, hot dogs, potato salad, slaw and chips. Beer, a variety of sodas, and water were submerged in ice in wash tubs. The Old Ladies, plus Audrey, Emily and Stacy; Slade, Screw and Hatchet's moms, seemed to have converged together at one table. Audrey was still holding on, but the doctors said she was on borrowed time now, fucking cancer took way too many lives.

The Brothers and Prospects were scattered around at different tables in various groups. Although the men all liked each other, there were still certain groups that each Brother liked to hang with more than others. Kids could be seen carrying chips and nachos as they bounced from one table to another. I saw Sara, Possum's Old Lady, putting heavy blankets over the ice cream makers that held the different flavors of homemade ice cream. It would melt fast as hot as it was if it wasn't kept as cold as possible. I couldn't fucking wait for that shit. It had been a favorite of mine since I was knee high to a grasshopper.

I made my way toward the table that held the