6PM - Hellhound Initiation (Officers Only)
As with everything else that happened within the walls of the Dog Park, the initiation process for a prospect was steeped in tradition. Maybe not the wisest or safest of traditions, but traditions none the less. Bishop had already handed off the fire extinguishers to a couple nearby patches with the usual “You know what to do with this,” directions given. They had yet to have to use said safety measure, but there was always a first time for everything.
Especially when someone was going to be swung around the bonfire. Bishop to this day couldn’t remember how this particular part of the initiation had begun -- though he had a feeling moonshine had been involved. Still, at least Marina was much smaller than anyone else they had ever had to do this with. In truth nobody could fully remember where half the shit for the initiation came from, by this point though it didn’t matter. It was apart of their culture, woven into the very fiber of it much like the bonfire itself was.
Bishop stood before his Officers, patches and Marina, each one of them knowing the reason they were all gathered together around the bonfire. “Tonight we’ve got our fair fucking share of things to celebrate, not the least of which is a new patch and officer,” Bishop tipped his head towards Marina, a half-smile in place. “And if she survives this we’ll officially be welcoming her into our ranks.” Nobody had actually incurred injury during any of this, but it was part of the whole act. Their last little bit of hazing before the prospect patch would be removed and said initiate would be welcomed into their folds.
“I think we all know what comes next.” Well, all of them but Marina that was.