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Betty Lee and Marie arrived at the Sin Den about a quarter of an hour later, speeding into the parking lot on Marie’s Road Glide, with Betty Lee perched rather uncomfortably on the back, her large frame spilling over the sides.


The pair of them could hear the crashing and booming of the brawl thundering out into the night, and it only got louder and louder as they drew closer. Being in Laurent territory, the Sheriff would expect the family and their goons to settle this dispute, but there was only so much leeway that the so-called forces of law would give Geurchville’s underbelly, before rolling in to sort things out for themselves. 


Betty and Marie hoped to get Mason out of there before that time came.


“Virgin Mary on a vibrator, was that really the fastest this thing can go?” Betty Lee grumbled “I thought you paid big bucks for this?”


“It's not used to having half a metric tonne of trailer park whore on the back of it.” Marie snapped, as she killed the engine 


Marie Ramos was by no means the smallest of young women, but she was still about ninety pounds lighter than Betty Lee. Dressed in her biking leathers, with her bleached blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, Marie leapt off of her Road Glide, and went bolting towards the Sin Den, whilst Betty heaved herself off of the bike, and went waddling after her. 


Things inside the Sin Den had gotten more than a little chaotic, as whatever had sparked the fight seemed to be boiling over. A throng of punching, biting, kicking, and spitting was spread out across the strip club, with security trying desperately to pull the brawlers apart. 


Betty Lee knew it was only a matter of time before either the police or the Laurent’s Elite showed up. 


Marie spotted Mason amidst the carnage, slamming some poor sod’s head into a table. Screaming insults and obscenities at him, Marie went hurtling over to her boyfriend, whilst Betty tried her best to follow in her footsteps, without getting pulled into things. 


Betty Lee was trundling uncomfortably through the mob, when she felt someone’s hand slap against her bum. 


She whirled around, coming face-to-face with a bearded man in Moon’s leathers. 


“Hey there, little la-” 


Suddenly, his eyes went wide. 


“Oh shit, Betty! Fuck, I’m real sorry, Miss. I didn’t recognise you. P-please don’t say anything to Caden, I’m proper sorry.!” 


Betty shrugged past him, slipping through the crowd, until she reached Mason and Marie, who seemed to be mid-argument. 


“I can’t -BELIEVE- you!” Marie was hissing. 


“Hun, you gotta let me have my me time!” Mason squawked back “I don’t like bein’-” 


“Yeah, can we have the domestic later, kiddos?” Betty Lee butted in “How about we focus on getting the fuck out of here, m’kay?”


“Chick has a point.” Mason nodded sagely. 


“This isn’t over by a long shot.” Marie muttered, but otherwise stayed quiet. 


“You two take the bike back to your place,” Betty Lee instructed “I’ll have Caden swing by and pick me up.”