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Motorcycle Mama Won't You Lay Your Big Spike Down (motorcycle club AU)

Antoine D'Coolette was a grown man, damn it. He had his own checking account and everything. So why was he still being bullied like he was in high school?

"Do you need those ears cleaned? I said gimmie your wallet, frenchie."

Probably because he was being threatened by three burly men twice his size. Plus the last time he tried carrying around his fencing sword for protection the cops pulled him over. So this was his life, apparently. He was going to die a poor, weak, virgin. Why did life hate him? Wasn't there someone, anyone who could provide a saving grace?

"Z-zere ees barely anything een zere! Eef you... gentleman... could just let me on my way..."

Nope, diplomacy wouldn't work here, as evidenced by the burliest of the men grabbing Antoine by the collar and trying to lift him up. But no one in this group heard the rumbles of a distant motorcycle.

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It was about to become an unfortunate day for someone.

Bunnie had heard of some thugs from a rival gang harassing some of her girls in her turf. Given that she had worked hard to get the respect she deserved, she wasn't about to let some no-name punks trash her name on her own land.

So when Bunnie got a call that a few of those very thugs were causing problems for a patron outside of her bar--The New Bot (pronounced like 'beaux')--she was more than ready to dish out some pain.

With the group of them in her sights, Bunnie raced the bike towards them and didn't stop. It may have looked like she was going to up and run them all over. But at the last second, She arched the bike sharply to one side and let the tail end of it swing out and knock the guys right on their rear. Given the bike was a few hundred pounds, it couldn't have been pleasant.

"Off my property, ya worthless pieces of garbage." Bunnie hopped off the vehicle, her biking helmet still on. "And if ya aren't quick about it, I'll hit you harder than this bike ever could."

The trio went down like bowling pins, and yelped like kittens with their tails caught in mousetraps. The leader managed to get up first, but when he spotted who had attacked them, he went as pale as a sheet. "No way... it can't be..."

"R-Run for it!" said the second, but the third was already running for his life. There was a legend around these parts, you see - of the bodacious bunny babe who beat down baddies with her bike. Rarely did anyone meet her and leave without a broken bone.

Of course, Antoine didn't know any of this. He just stood there, frozen, his hands clenched on his wallet. For all he knew, he suddenly traded three troublesome bullies for one. His knees weren't knocking YOU'RE IMAGINING THAT.

"Psh..Buncha lowlifes.." Nothing but big guys with soft spines! Bunnie watched them run with their proverbial tail between their legs as they headed back to wherever they came from. Once they were gone, she lifted her hands and took off her motorcycle helmet, shaking her hair back and forth so that it could fall wherever it wanted to.

"Mah apologies, Stranger." She glanced back at the lone patron that remained in the lot. He'd have to be a paying customer because otherwise, he was just an idiot for hanging around. An obviously cowardly idiot judging from his knees. "Why don'tcha come inside and have a free one on the house for all your trouble." She gave him a wink. "It'll be worth your while."

Antoine had been ready to plead for his life, or maybe remark that he didn't need saving and he was in COMPLETE control of the situation - then she removed her helmet.

That's about when his brain stopped functioning, because that's what one does upon seeing the most beautiful woman who has ever graced this worthless planet. Homina homina homina. It wasn't until he felt his tongue grow cold that he realized his jaw had dropped and he'd been gaping at her for quite a while.

"Th-thuuuuh-THHHUUUUUH-" He needed to clear his throat before he could get out a proper sentence. Ignore his red cheeks. IGNORE THEM. "Th-th-thank you, mademoiselle." With that said, he managed a shaky, sweaty bow. "I, um, am not much of a drinker... I was thinking of taking a cutting short to my home-" He meant short-cut. "And perhaps I wandered where I should not have done so. But I am owing you my life."

Fortunately for him, that was a common response. Nothing she wasn't used to.

Bunnie tossed her ears back over her head and tucked the motorcycle helmet under one arm. "If that's what you wanna do. Your loss." She walked passed him, making sure to put one finger under his chin and let it drag as she walked passed. "Ah'm told Ah make a pretty good drink."

"W... Wait wait wait wait wait!" He yelped as she nearly left his vision. Even though a part of him said he should count his blessings and leave, his mouth seemed to have completely control over this. "On ze other hand... eet would be rude to refuse! A-and... I, um..."

Another hard clear of his throat. Get some control, Antoine! "Zis did not cause any harm to yourself or, um, your vehicle, I am hoping? I am willing to pay for ze damages for my rescue..."

Bunnie approached the staff entrance to the bar that was on the far side of the building. She shoved her hand down the front of her leather corset and retrieved a small silver key, which she stuck into the lock so she could open the door.

"The bike is gonna need a good waxin' to get the scum off it." She left the door open for so he could follow her inside. The room she went into was independent of the bar. It had a couch, glass table, and a red and black color scheme that made the whole place seem appropriately sultry.

Bunnie headed for the countertop on the far end of the room and began to search for a couple glasses to pour them both something.

Why would you keep a key there?! Antoine covered his mouth for a moment, trying not to stare. He gulped audibly, hoping that he was doing the right thing and not being lead into some kind of trap. Even when it was obvious they were all alone, he kept glancing about, as if someone would pop up and finish what the thugs had started.

"I... see... W-well, ze important thing ees zat you were not hurt." Should he say his name? Introduce himself? At least he was keeping his eyes up and not staring at...places. "My name is Antoine D'Coolette. A pleasure, I'm sure."

Bunnie poured the two glasses full of liquid. Judging from his .. demeanor, he seemed like someone who would enjoy an expensive wine. She poured herself a regular frothy beer, which seemed so unrefined for someone of her, um, appearance.

She turned and approached him with the two glasses, offering her one. "You can call me 'Bun', Honey." 'Bunnie' was reserved for close friends. "You don't need to worry about me. Ah don't get hurt, but ah can't say the same for the good for nothin' trespassers who decide to mess with my patrons."

Antoine couldn't help but glance at the contents - even though she said it was on the house, he felt guilty for not paying. How much was this act of kindness costing her? He offered a shaky smile before daring to sip...

... Hey, this wasn't bad. Quite the opposite - it was a fantastic vintage. Good looks and good taste. Was there anything she couldn't do?

"Ah. Mademoiselle Bun, zen." Another sip. "Are you saying zis sort of thing happens often? You deal with such lowlives on a daily basis?" It was both depressing but also kind of amazing. He kind of wished he could be as brave and strong as her.

"Of course Ah do." Bunnie worked her way to a small leather couch tucked against the wall. She crossed her legs before taking a sip of her drink.

"Anyone who owns a bar is gonna deal with some tough customers." Of course, that wasn't to mention the business she had on the side. The bar was just a front for her gang full of biker babes who was taking the district by storm. But this lanky little man didn't need to know about that. "We get a few of those jerks in every day at least. If they think that they can push me around, they have another thing coming."

Antoine chose to stay where he was, drinking as he listened. On the one hand, it was impressive that she was willing to fight for her territory. On the other hand, having to do that day after day was kind of depressing. Didn't she have anything else in her life besides a fight? He felt sorry for her - but decided not to say that exactly, lest she 'push him around'.

"I am hoping zat does not happen all ze time... I would hate to think eet ees all you do, or zat you do not even get time to enjoy your own, ah, bar. Do you do zis all by yourself?"

"Happens more often than ya think." Bunnie swirled her frothy drink around in the glass before--not taking a drink--but gulping it all down in one go. She sat the glass down on the nearby table daintily. "Ah ain't got any complaints about that. At least it ain't boring around here, but you'd think they'd learn."

Antoine stared a little at the empty glass - she did everything with power, and it was almost a little frightening. He gulped, trying to do the same thing - except all that wine at once made his head swim, his eyes nearly boggling.

"A-as long as you are happy, I am supposing..." Though he couldn't imagine daily brawling as a source of happiness. And maybe it was the wine, or his own nerves, but he then sputtered out "Does your boyfriend help, at least?"

Because surely someone like her had to have a boyfriend. Right?

Bunnie's eyes narrowed and her lips twitched with something that resembled frustration, but she kept it composed with some effort. However, it was nearly impossible to ignore the sudden oppressive feeling the room had gotten with the mere mention of.. that.

She uncrossed her legs and practically stomped one foot on the floor. Oh, he had hit a sore spot for sure! "Ex-boyfriend." She practically hissed the words out. "Doesn't matter. Don't need no one else fightin' for me. Taking care of me an mah girls is nothin' Ah can't do by myself."

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"Ex?" He repeated foolishly before realizing what a landmine that was. He gulped once more, nervously fingering the glass in his hands. How could he fix this without making it worse?

Antoine couldn't do many things - like beat up a bunch of punks, apparently - but what he could do was flatter. So he went ahead, trying to make up for his mistake. "Either he was a fool for letting you go, or you were the bright one for getting rid of him. Either way, I am thinking you were on top!"

He meant "you came out on top."

She...

The feeling in the room lifted as Bunnie's face fell into an amused one. Oh, she couldn't help but poke fun a little about his unfortunate play on words. "'Course I do." Bunnie winked.

She let out one amused chortle before putting a hand to her chest. Sometimes, getting guys flustered was too easy. "No wonder those guys were pickin' with you. You'd make for an adorably easy target."

As usual, when Antoine made an English gaffe, he was the last to know. He wanted her happy again, but not at the cost of his own pride. His ears flattened a little - he was grateful, yes, but a guy's gotta be able to have some dignity!

"I-I am not an 'easy' target." he huffed, unaware of how this was making him look. "Zat was just an off day!"

"If you say so, Hunny." Bunnie continued with a chortle. Though she had a feeling that the 'off day' had lasted for a number of decades in his life. It was just plain cute to deny it.

Bunnie canted her head. Come to think of it.. "What were you doing here 'round my bar, anyway? We're not open for another few hours."

"Um." Telling her he got lost wouldn't get any dignity back. Antoine's eyes bounced off the room, trying to find a suitable lie. "I was... I was.. l-looking for a job!"

Sure. Why not. Even if she didn't believe him, she couldn't force the truth out of him! ...Could she?

"Job?" Well, she did lose one of her bartenders the other day. She had come by under the intention that she'd be filling the gap while she looked for a replacement. ..Hmm.. maybe this would be a blessing in disguise.

Bunnie stood up and made her way to Antoine, walking around him as if to size him up. He wouldn't make for a very intimidating bartender, but he was rather easy on the eyes. "Have any experience in pouring drinks?"

Serves him right for lying - now there was no way out of this. If she found out he wasn't telling the truth, he was a dead man. So for now he'd have to tell her whatever she wanted to hear - although for once his loser nature played a favor.

"On occasion?" Antoine replied nervously, his eyes trying to follow her as she went around and around. "When I was younger, my friends would invite me to parties and I would selflessly serve zem all night long."

Translation : his "friends" really only invited him to be bartender and make sure he did nothing else, ever.

'On occasion.' That wasn't much to go by.

Bunnie folded her arms and shifted her hips to one side. "Ah guess that'll have to do. Don't have much choice right now." There were many things she'd rather be doing besides sitting behind a bar and serving up drinks.

"My bartender for this shift just quit. Ah'll give you one shift. If'n you don't mess up, we'll talk jobs." She reached up and scratched under his chin. "Don't disappoint me, hm?"

Antoine had thought she'd reject him, and now he had a job. Huh. What would happen to him if he wasn't good at this? What about her other patrons? Would they be like those goons that had tried to rough him up? He was ready to reject this in the nicest way possible -

Aaand she had him right where she wanted him. In seconds his mental fortitude was mush. His cheeks flushed red all over again, his tail began to wag, and... well, she really knew what she was doing. "I... I... I'll do my best!"

"Good boy." She said with a smile. At least that was one of her big problems of the day solved! With that, she could concentrate on making sure her girls were all right. It wasn't easy being the Bouncer.

"Now, Follow me. I'll show you where you'll be working." She headed to the second door beside the couch and cracked it open. Beyond that was the bar. It was empty at that time, but the decor matched the inside of her room: decorated with black and red accents with a sultry (but classy!) feeling about the whole place.

The bar was down a flight of stairs which Bunnie started down. "We get a few rough customers in here." It was the hot spot for several biking gangs, after all. "If'n someone bothers you, there's a shotgun under the counter. Just use it to get 'em to calm down and Ah'll come over to set 'em straight."

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