6PM - Hellhound Initiation (Officers Only)
Bishop was grinning from ear to ear as Marina’s initiation came to a close. The knowledge that he now had a table of officers he could trust wholeheartedly again set his mind at ease. While TJ had been busy swinging Marina around the fire, Bishop as president had made it his job to grab her cut. Gone were the patches declaring her a prospect and in their place were a new bottom rocker that read “Dog Crew” and sewn on the left side of the front of the cut was a patch that made her position as Tail Gunner know.
“Are you about fucking ready to put this on and ditch the sparkly helmet?” Bishop questioned as he held the cut out to Marina. Of all the things that had become tradition got these men, this moment right here was the most important. The cut symbolized so much of who they were and what they stood for. “Unless you're real in love with that thing, in which case I suppose we could take a vote to let you keep it.” He drawled, smirking the whole time.
Bishop was in a really good fucking mood. Who knew how long their sliver of luck was going to last, but if Hellhounds knew how to do anything it was how to live in and enjoy the moment.