Prospecting
For a long moment Bishop thought about the invitation. He wouldn’t hesitate to join any other patched member, or even prospect, for a drink. That fact meant he shouldn’t hesitate here either, so with a quirk of his mouth that clearly gave away the fact that he knew this was some kind of challenge Teagan had placed in front of him, Bishop nodded. “Only if the stuff you’ve got at your trailer ain’t shit,” it wasn’t exactly a secret around the Dog Park that Bishop was real damn picky about what he drank, and nine times out of ten often just when with moonshine ‘cause it was what he was raised on.
“I ain’t sure I’ve got any sage advice for you, darlin’,” he drawled, laughter in his tone. “But we can see if something comes up while we’re talking.”
Making a sweeping motion with his arm, Bishop looked between her and the rows of trailers. “Lead the way.” He knew where her trailer was, knew where everything was in the Dog Park, but it had been her invite, so he was going to let her doing the leading.