9:30PM - Bishop and Violet
The festivities were in full swing, the moonshine was flowing and the music was loud as hell. This was the kind of party the Hellhounds threw when shit was going well, or something needed to be celebrated. Just so happened they had a lot of shit to celebrate tonight and that fact had put their president in a very good mood. Bishop had just returned from grabbing more jugs of moonshine to stock the makeshift bar with when he caught sight of the food truck woman, Violet, if he was remembering her name right.
Like much of Austin, Bishop had heard she had had her own run in what the rogues in July. Guilt ate at him about that, particularly because near as he could tell she had been nothing but kind to the whole lot of them. There wasn’t much he could make up for what happened previously, but he could make sure she felt both welcomed and safe with the law-abiding Hellhounds.
“Evening darlin’,” Bishop drawled as he strode across the short distance between them. “How’re you enjoying your first Hellhound shindig?” He questioned, happy mood apparent in both his tone and his words. “I’m sure the food ain’t as good as yours, but the booze are top notch,” Bishop paused a beat before he added. “You have tried the moonshine, right?”
Violet was having a great night. Maybe she shouldn't have been, but it had been a long time since she'd had this much to drink and she was feeling great. Her warm and slightly fuzzy attention was drawn toward the big man walking toward her, her brow furrowing as she worked through a list of names in her slow processing mind. Bishop - his name was Bishop.
“I have more than tried it, my good sir,” she replied with a grin, pushing her hand back through her hair to move it out of her face. “It's amazing. Makes up for the food not being like Ry and I would make. You all know how to throw a party…”
There was always a sense of pride that washed over Bishop whenever it was clear someone was more than enjoying his moonshine. Back in Harlan the Coldirons had been known for it, so the fact that despite being states away from his hometown, he could hold onto some traditions always pleased him. Bishop was smiling by the time Violet was done answering him.
“Careful darlin’, that stuff can sneak up on you,” A warning he had given more than once. Though the young woman seemed to be holding her own okay so far. “And that we do. Nobody throws a party quite like we do here.” This was almost mild in comparison to some of the things they had done in the past, namely a carnival and Vic and Marina’s wedding. Still, it was head and shoulders above anything else happening in Austin.
Bishop took a drink from his own mason jar of moonshine before adding. “Maybe for the next one we’ll get y’all to cater,” He paused. “Although I reckon it’s nice to have a day off, seems like the last time you closed your food truck was over the fourth.” Not that he was keeping tabs, but the Hellhounds were regulars and had become familiar with when and where the truck was from day to day.