The Sin City Outlaws had opened the doors to their clubhouse this day. It was time that the boys, the club, started to expand. That meant meeting potential new members and making new business ventures. Although there were currently a series of meetings being held with a group out of Vorzyd V, there was still more to do and more money to be made. Several voices coursed in unison throughout the clubhouse as the various unsavoury types that had gathered grew louder with each new arrival and each drink consumed. There were old ladies, club members, bikers, gun-runners, drug dealers, hookers, pimps, the list of criminal types was extensive.
Patrick, the club Vice-President, was pottering around along with the other outlaws. Oxygen tank in one hand, beer bottle in the other. The old man simply watched each of his brothers moving throughout the crowd from the comfort of the bar. The boys could meet whomever they wanted, gather information, make connections, enemies, whatever they wanted but in the end any business ventures would need to be brought to the other club members and ultimately voted on. But that would come later. Right now they could have their fun.