Int. Ronnie Throne - Blog Posts

"Those are fighting words where I'm from, Ronnie. Are you trying to start a fight?" Briggs retorted easily, not missing a beat. He wasn't always the most forthcoming or social person; often lost in his own head, really. But when it came to people that he was close to, he did what he could. "Energy drinks? Who the fuck died and made you the energy drink police, huh? Jesus." He scoffed, all in good nature and then laughed. "Old? Old?! I'm not that much older than you, you're so trying to pick a fight here. It's rude, actually." He smiled as he got his drink and shook his head. "You're a firefighter? I had no idea."

"And what are you going to do about it, Briggs?" She looked at him, blinking expectantly. She would admit, it was something she loved about her last name. It wasn't a privilege she made use of often (or at least not anymore), but the name 'Throne' gave her a lot of leeway. What was someone going to do, complain to the MC president that his only daughter was pulling shit? "They all taste like piss and we as a society just need to accept and admit that. I just drink whichever the cheapest is." She said with a shrug before chugging the remaining gulps of her beer. "God you're such an old man. What was world war two like, Briggs? Do you still get nightmares? --- I'm a firefighter, not a nun. I did have a life before random drug tests, you know."

"You know, I understood you being a little shit when you were younger but now? Now you're just pushing it, Little Throne." It simply wasn't Ronnie and Briggs if they weren't fighting like cats and dogs, in a good way though. Briggs sometimes didn't understand why she had decided to go with being a firefighter instead of joining the family business, but he figured she had her reasons. And she stayed loyal, which was what mattered. "Redbull? Okay, gym bro. What's next, you gonna ask how much I lift? Everyone knew Monster Energy is better by the way." He sipped from his water bottle, smirking back at her. "I've never needed that type of stimulants, actually. Did them a few times, it got boring very quickly. As a firefighter aren't you supposed to be a rule follower and shit, by the way?"

"Hey, don't ask the question if you're not ready to hear the answer." she said with a shrug, turning to lean back against the bar. "I dated a drummer once---Okay, well dated is a nice way of putting it, but you know what I mean. And you're only hurting your case here, Meldaba, if I thought you were a pussy before for not drinking redbull, now I really think you're one for not shoving your face into a line of coke Scarface style. --- And you deign to call yourself a biker and musician," she tutted, as if disappointed.

"Oh? That sounds like a you problem, babes. None of my business, y'know." Briggs retorted, his face brightening at the sight of her, despite their usual banter. Ronnie was family, even if they were just constantly butting heads all over the place. "What do you know about musicians? If you knew anything you'd know it's not redbull, it's just a lot of coke. The fun type, not the drink, that keeps us going." He smirked back at her. "No free drink for you, by the way. Since you decided to be a hater."

She didn't clap, the last thing the club needed was Briggs getting a bigger head than he already had. "Oh if it were me, I'd fucking hate you." she grinned before taking a sip of her own beer. "But then again, I always hate you." she tossed a shrug his way. "Seriously, just drink 5 redbulls like any other musician worth their salt, don't be a pussy." She wasn't normally this abrasive, but there was just something she loved about annoying the ever-loving-shit out of Briggs. It brought her an immense amount of joy. Briggs being annoyed with her meant all was right with the world.