Page 91 of Pooh

“Loki! Loki!” Mac screeches while running down the length of the bar.

Loki casually stands up and steps between the pissed off biker and the scared bird. No growl or snarl, just a stare and that’s enough to stop Axel in his tracks. To further piss off Axel, Mac starts whistling the Shania Twain song “Don’t Be Stupid”.

“You won’t always have Loki to save your ass, Mac. Then you’re mine,” Axel spits as he stalks back to Bailey. He turns to Chubs and points to Lucy.

“Your woman started this!”

“Yep. You go girl!” Chubs answers with a smile while he continues devouring a plate of chicken wings. He has a smear or two of BBQ sauce on his cheek and lip and he’s never looked happier.

“Hey Axel! Pooh won’t tell me how he got his road name. Since he videoed you getting beat up by a woman, you want to get even and share that shit with me?” shouts Pippa.

My eyes pop wide open and my mouth drops. Before I can grab her and run from the room, she darts out of my reach and dashes to Axel’s side. I’m on the receiving end of an evil smile from Axel. I’m doomed and I know it. The men in the room all bust a gut knowing it too.

“Well, darlin’, I would love to give you some knowledge, but it’s not a pretty story. You sure you’re up for it?”

Pippa leans sideways and snatches a shot of Jack out of Petey’s hand and downs it. Vex, helpfully, hands her another one and that disappears just as fast. She grins up at Axel.

“Yes, I think you can handle the ugly truth now,” Axel states while placing an arm over her shoulders and leading her to a table to sit. He sits down across from her and everyone gathers around to hear my embarrassing truth.

“Axel! Don’t do this brother!” I beg.

“You mean to say that I should remember dicks before chicks, Pooh?” Axel questions innocently.

“Yeah!”

“Like you did when that he/she jumped me at the toy store?”

“I’m fucked,” I concede.

“Yes, Pooh, you are and it’s without a kiss,” cackles Axel.

I plop myself down on a bar stool after grabbing a bottle of Jack. I might as well get loaded for this story. I’d rather not have to relive it again. Once was more than enough.

“So, we had this woman that liked to hang around here. She wasn’t technically a club slut, but she liked to share herself far and wide. And she had some, um, let’s say, particular kinks. Pooh was a prospect at that time and went by Cole. Her name was Winnie. Can you see where this is headed?”

“I’m following,” Pippa giggles. I groan and down another shot. Or two.

“There was a club party. It got wild and Pooh and Winnie got plastered. Off-their-feet drunk and ended up together. Do you know what fisting is? Well, that doesn’t matter. You’ll figure it out soon enough,” Axel declares while still grinning evilly in my direction. Down goes another shot for me. The entire room is enjoying this and making it known with their laughing and snorts of enjoyment. Fuckers.

“So, Winnie wants to be fisted and Pooh is happy to oblige. Problem comes in when his ring gets stuck on her IUD and he can’t remove his hand. They were too drunk to think about the consequences let alone that removing jewelry might be smart. She starts screaming and panics and clenches down on Pooh’s hand. We all go running to see what’s wrong and find Pooh, literally, all up in her. Long story short…”

“Too late for that, you knob jockey,” I mumble to the enjoyment of the club.

“They have to be taken to the hospital, pretty much naked, to get his hand out of her. It was probably pretty embarrassing for them, but it was hella fun for us. We carried her while he walked. It was a fucking sight to see!” Axel spits out before stopping to laugh. Again.

“Unknown to all of us, the bitch was a married bitch. The nurse stepped out of the room and called Winnie’s husband, who happened to work there as a janitor. He came barging in the room, saw what was going on, and had to be restrained from killing Pooh on the spot. The doctor told him to calm down and that he could do his damage once he, the doctor, had removed ‘Pooh’s hand from the honey pot.’ So you see, we didn’t actually give Pooh his road name. The doctor did and that shit stuck like glue.”

Pippa’s face is priceless. It looks a bit shocked, disgusted and amused. I don’t think she’s decided which is going to win out yet. I shoot another shot and drop my head to the bar wishing we’d stayed outside.

“Pooh became his road name and we gave him his patch the following day. We figured anyone who had gone through all that and still showed his face at the clubhouse to do his prospect duties had to be worth keeping around. Pooh declined to drink at his patch party though. You know, just in case Winnie showed,” Gunner adds while laughing.

“Oh my God. Why would he let you guys keep calling him Pooh after all of that?” Pippa asks, dismayed.

“Road names are chosen by club members and not the person receiving it. Club rules,” Petey answers.

“Damn, that’s harsh. I may have to call him Cole from now on. Not sure I can say Pooh with a straight face. Is Axel your real name or a road name?” Pippa continues her questions.

“Real name. Some people don’t get a road name, some do. I was lucky because my mom and dad were cool enough to give me a great name,” Axel boasts.

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