Page 6 of 4 Bikers for the Doctor

Lara stands, “You couldn’t have possibly said what I think you just said, needle dick. You wanna say it again? To clarify for everyone?”

“You heard me, Doctor Bitch! I said your brother was a fuckin’ pussy idiot and a loser!”

I swear, the whole bar goes, “Ooh!” all at once and then there’s just complete silence.

Nick starts to walk over to Chase. I say, “Chase, man…”

Phil and Fletch start going over to him too.

Lara says, “My brother was ten times the man you’ll ever be, you drunk piece of shit!”

As Phil and Fletch each take one of Chase’s arms to stop him from doing anything stupid, he says, “Well FUCK YOU AND YOUR DUMBASS DEAD BROTHER!”

Christ!

Chase lunges forward, but Phil and Fletch hold him back. They can do that because they’re his friends. We’re all brothers—but they’re his friends.

A member shouldn’t put his hands on another member in that way.

Lara says, “Fuck you! You cheap cunt!” She reaches over the counter, grabs a bottle of Jack and storms away.

Thank God at leastshehas some sense. It’s better to walk off and drink away the situation in private.

Cassidy, Nick and I follow her to the door and step out.

No one says a thing till Lara passes the bottle to Cassidy and she says, “Lara, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what his problem is. I don’t ever speak to Chase. I really don’t know why he would say something like that.”

By the time Cassidy is done talking, Lara has ripped a piece of her t-shirt off from the bottom.

She puts her hand into my pocket. I don’t stop her. She comes out with my lighter and puts it in her own pocket.

She asks, “Which bike is his?”

“Whose?” Cassidy asks.

There are fourteen bikes in the lot, twelve belong to members. There are also two trucks, a hatchback and a few sedans. Chase’s is parked away from the members for some reason. I have no idea why—We all have reserved parking.

Nick points, “That one, why?”

“Wanna know how to make a Harley sound like a dog?” Lara cracks the fresh bottle of Jack and stuffs the strip of cloth from her shirt into it, leaving a chunk exposed.

“What?”I have no idea what she’s talking about.

She sets fire to the cloth with my lighter, tosses the Zippo back to me and starts running.

I catch the lighter and then…Fuck me! She’s made a Molotov cocktail!

“Lara, wait!”

It’s funny how you often can’t react when you don’texpectsomething to happen. Nick and I both start running, but she launches the bottle just as we reach her.

There’s acrashwhen the glass hits Chase’s fuel tank and the bottle explodes! The flames hug the flammable liquid like a succubus in the night. They ignite all at once with a loud,WOOF!

Lara says, “That’s how,” and laughs at her own joke.

Matt, Rick and Charlie come outside.

I yell, “Fire extinguishers! Quick!” I grab her, “Fuck, Lara. Do you know what you’ve done?!”

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