I threw my leg over my bike and didn’t answer him.
“I’ve been thinking about getting a dog. Maybe I’ll go on inside and ask the pretty lady what she thinks I should get.”
I cranked up my bike and revved the engine. “Do it and I’ll shoot your nuts off!” I shouted over the roar of the engine.
A goofy smile took over Frost’s face. “Don’t tempt me, brother.” He started his bike and knocked up the kickstand.
“Maybe I’ll just have you go babysit Luna by yourself,” I threatened.
Frost’s smile fell, and he shook his head. “Not cool,” he grumbled.
We pushed our bikes back and roared out of the parking lot of Hair of the Dog. The ride to Sultry Knights was short. I caught sight of the club, and Luna was sitting in her car at the entrance of the driveway with Pie on his bike behind her.
We slowed, and I motioned for Luna to go ahead of us. She was the only one who knew where the hell we were headed. She drove out of the city limits of Rockton and hopped on the backroads that ran along the Buckeye River.
We drove for another ten minutes ‘til we pulled into a driveway that led up to a doublewide trailer.
Luna was out of her car before I killed the engine on my bike.
“Hold the fuck up,” I called to her. Frost and Pie parked next to me, and we were off our bikes. Luna stopped for half a second and then shot up the rickety steps of the trailer.
“Jesus,” Pie mumbled. “Pretty sure these steps aren’t going to hold.”
“Maybe you need to lay off the pie,” Frost chuckled.
Pie grunted. “That ain’t never going to happen, fucker.”
It wasn’t hard to figure out how Pie had gotten his road name. He liked pie and nothing kept him from it. He did have to be in the gym five days of the week to make sure his ass didn’t get too big for his bike, but he didn’t seem to mind working out a lot if it meant he got to eat as much pie as he wanted.
Luna knocked on the door and leaned over the railing of the porch to peer into the window. “I can’t see anything,” she grumbled.
“Because there's about fifteen years of dirt and shit on that window,” Frost grunted. “I’m gonna have to make sure my tetanus shot is up to date after we leave here.”
“Real nice,” Luna muttered. “I could say the same about your bedroom at the club. Last time I walked back there, it smelled like a fucking parakeet had died in there.”
“Uh, how would you know what a dead parakeet smelled like?” I asked.
“Petey,” Luna and Pie replied in unison.
“We only had the fucker for two days, and then we thought he flew away out of a window Luna had left open,” Pie explained.
“I did not leave the window open,” Luna insisted.
“Well, you did, but Petey sure as shit didn’t fly out of the window.” Pie chuckled and shifted his weight on the bottom step. “Luna found him in her fucking panty drawer two weeks later.”
“Say what?” Frost laughed. “How the hell did he get in there and you didn’t know?”
Luna knocked on the door again. “Do we really have to talk about this right now?” she grunted. “Bunny isn’t answering the door.”
“Maybe you locked her in your panty drawer?” Pie suggested.
Frost and I both sputtered with laughter, and the porch creaked precariously beneath us.
“I can’t believe King left you in charge,” she snapped.
“And you think he would leave you in charge, Petey killer?”
Luna tried the front door, and it swung open. She looked over her shoulder at me. “Uh, whoops?”