Page 7 of Alice & Meg

I rolled my eyes and powered it on. “Uh, yeah. I use it all of the time on the cows.”

Nikki tipped her head to the side. “Um, what?”

I waved my hand. “Labeling their feed barrels and everything in the barns.”

“Oh,” Nikki laughed. “That makes sense.”

“Just do Pipe,” Pipe instructed.

I shook my head. “It’s going to need to be longer than that, so it covers what is already on there.”

“Do Pipe Derek,” Nikki instructed.

“Hell no,” Pipe spat. “Do not put my real name, Alice.”

I shoved the label maker to Nikki. “I’m going to let you handle this one. Maybe you can just put Pipe like six times so it covers the plus one.”

Nikki grabbed the label maker and smiled mischievously. “Oh, I think I know just what I am going to put.” She turned her back to Pipe and typed quickly.

I elbowed Wrecker. “Who is sitting next to you?” I asked.

Wrecker shrugged. “I don’t know. I haven’t looked.”

I rolled my eyes and reached over him. “Well, then, I will look. I don’t know about you, but my anxiety doesn’t like not knowing who is going to sit with us. Maybe they won’t show, and we’ll have the table to ourselves.” I snatched the name card and plopped back in my chair.

“This is the biggest Midwest convention ever, babe; I’m pretty sure whoever that card says is going to be here.”

I rolled my eyes and read the card out loud. “Mr. Logan Birch.”

Pipe’s eyes bugged out, and Wrecker’s eyes opened wider.

“Don’t know him,” Nikki called. The label maker hummed in her hand, and it spits out a new name for Pipe. “But I do know Mr. Pipe, don’t call me Derek, Monroe.” Nikki waved the slip of paper in the air and grabbed Pipe’s name card.

“Jesus Christ, Nikki,” Pipe grunted. “Why the hell do you always have to do this shit to me?” he laughed.

She peeled off the protective back and plastered the new name on the card. “Because you only tease the ones you love.”

Wrecker grabbed the name card I had nabbed and set it back where it was.

“You know him?” I asked.

Wrecker nodded. “Heard of him, never met him.”

“That’s because Wrecker would probably shit himself if he met Logan Birch. Dude is one of the best pinstripers in the Midwest.” Pipe leaned forward. “I would say in the whole country, but there are some who would dispute that since he had his stroke.”

Wrecker shook his head. “King will always be the best.”

“I thought his name was Logan?” Nikki pressed Pipe’s new name on his name card and set it in front of him.

I tipped my head to the side. “He’s one of you.”

Wrecker nodded. “He’s the Prez of the Devil’s Knights. No one calls him Logan to his face from what I hear.”

I nodded to the card. “Then he’s probably not going to be happy that his name is on the card.” I snatched his name card and grabbed the label maker.

“What are you doing?” Wrecker asked.

“The same thing I would do for you if they had put your real name on your name card. I’m fixing it.” I swiftly typed in King in all capital letters and printed it out. I peeled off the back and then pressed it over Logan. “Problem solved,” I declared.

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