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We all look at the Jim Beam themed clock behind the bar and see that it’s not even 4pm.

“I came to collect Pops,” Jules answers, quick off the mark.

“I came because I was horny,” Dayz answers.

“Rhodie doesn’t finish work til 5,” Gus points out.

“Oh, and I had something I was working on in the Rev Room,” she answers, her eyes huge, staring right at Gus, which means she is up to no good. It’s Dayz’s only tell when she has a secret. Instead of avoiding eye contact like a normal person, she maintains it.

“Tuesday, what are you up to?”

“Nothing,”

“I’ll tell Marx,” Gus goads.

“Tell Marx what?”

“Ah shit,” Dayz mumbles under her breath, before turning to stare at Marx.

“Why the hell are you looking at me like that?”

“No reason, bestie,” she answers in her slightly monotone voice, making the sustained eye contact even odder.

“Chewy, tell me right the fuck now what you’re up to.” He frowns down at her and again I marvel at how fucking oblivious she is to things. Any other person in the clubhouse would have shit themselves if they were the target of that look.

“I may have accidentally bought too much of something online. But I’m taking care of it,” she says really quickly on a single breath, still staring up at Marx.

“What did you buy?”

“Yeah, kid, what did you buy? Something for the Rev Room? Have you had a new idea?” Pops asks, abandoning the beer I handed him and excitedly standing in front of his granddaughter, inserting himself between Dayz and Marx. The Pres moves him to the side so he can keep eyeballing my sister.

“Wellll, it wasn’t originally for the Rev Room. I had a cool idea for little party favors for my friends cos the girl gang will throw baby showers for the preggos at some stage-”

“Did she just refer to me and Nat as preggos?” Ana asks, knowing full well Dayz did.

“- so I may have ordered some fun penis favors.”

“Wait, why would you hand out penis favors at a baby shower?” Rider asks out of nowhere. That’s when I look up and, as usual, see the club brothers gathered for another Chewy Show.

“Well, the babies could have penises,” Chewy answers, as if that makes sense. I mean, it kinda does. The babies could be born with dicks.

“OK, so you have penis favors. What’s the issue?” Marx gruffly asks.

Chewy looks around the building, as if the framing is incredibly interesting.

“Chewy!” Marx barks.

“OK, OK, sheesh. Cool your jets, big guy, you’ll give yourself a heart attack.”

“What. Did. You. Do?”

“I accidentally ordered the wrong size and have been delivered 100 anatomically correct silicone dicks,” she says with a completely straight face.

“That’s a lot of party favors, girl,” Nat says with a laugh.

“Wait, when you say anatomically correct…” Rider starts off,

“Yes, they are all average sized male dildos in every ethnicity you can think of. I have white dongs, black dongs - they’re larger, of course, I have-”

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