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Demanding.

But right now?

It is.

Which is why my ass is here in Church instead of the back of a college classroom eye-fucking my future Old Lady through a lecture about…Idono.

Something.

Anything.

Stone – the last member of the Round Table – finally enters the room allowing the two members closest to the double doors to shut them as well as shift to blocking them.

From what I’m told – because I’ve never visited another chapter – most Misfit Church rooms are built the same.

Thick double doors.

No windows.

Large circular table for the seven heads of The Round Table.

Standing room for the rest of us.

Emergency weapons and cash stashed somewhere inside.

Part of me wonders if the artwork is different.

The framed photos are obviously gonna vary ‘cause it’s from each club’s rides and charity events, but what about the other pieces?

I mean ours is a bunch of water shit – the one to the left of me housing the aforementioned stacks.

I wonder if Montana’s has mountains.

Or Texas has…cows?

Fuck.

Why don’t I know more about Texas?

Or the other chapters?

Should I?

Should we?

Is that why the nomad coming down is coming down?

To experience multiple options before settling on one?

Is that shit like…having a bunch of Cookies before settling on an Old Lady?

Stone flops down into his leather seat directly across from Frog, which is furthest from the door.

This table?

This piece of fucking artwork that was carved by hand?

This is where legacies have been forged.