Weeks later - Mid 2017
Bishop merely quirks his mouth up in what could almost be a smile, not expecting any other response from her than the one he received. Teagan, she was all fight, always on the defense, so much so he had come to expect nothing less from her. “Just a question,” he answered casually, holding back the urge to hold his hands up in some kind of surrender. “No, I took on wearing this patch out of loyalty,” Bishop paused, eyeing her hesitantly. “You going to tell me that’s why you’re going for one?”
From the moment she set foot in camp it was clear she’d never be a bitch, bristling at the way the patches leered at her and nearly killing Pinky were sure enough signs of that. Still, he has to chuckle at her question, it’s straightforward and to the point.
“What would you say if I said yes?” It’s not a challenge, Bishop’s not looking to start something with her. Even if he had never expected her to join the ranks of the camp bitches, he can’t deny that he hasn’t thought about what being with her might have been like. She’s got a fire inside of her that he’s drawn too, though her quest for a patch has now without a doubt put her squarely off limits -- for her own sake, not his.