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And there was Fallon.
Brow raised.
Sussing out the situation in a second.
“I’m assuming that tomorrow, they will all be cleaning this place with their toothbrushes,” he said. “You can’t coddle them. If anything,” he said, looking at Croft, “you know that the legacies need to really get their asses handed to them, so they don’t think they’re entitled to a spot just because of their fathers.”
It was a policy I really respected with this club. Spike and I came in around the same time as Rune and Croft, but the patched members of the club definitely leaned on the legacies harder than us in an attempt to squeeze the entitlement out of them.
Though, if I had my family tree right, Ronan, Carver, Vas, and Cameron—who hadn’t prospected yet—were the last of the legacy guys. At least until the next generation of kids aged up.
“I’m looking forward to waking my hungover brother up with a megaphone,” Croft said, smirking.
“That’s the spirit,” Fallon said.
“What are you doing back here? I thought you were working on the bar today,” Croft said.
“I am. I was just looking for Brooks. He didn’t answer my text.”
“He’s not here either,” I said. “Everything alright? Something we need to do?”
“No. It’s about the new guy heading in.”
“New guy,” I repeated. “Prospect?” We were almost full up on those now.
“In a way, yeah. I’m toying with the idea of a sister club in Michigan. I’m bringing someone down to see if he’d be a good fit.”
I wasn’t around the last time the club had done that. That was for the club in Texas, which was just starting to get going. I was surprised he was considering another one so quickly.
“How’s that work?” I asked when no one else did.
“Well, he comes and we treat him like any other prospect. But Brooks and I—and you guys to an extent—keep an eye for any red flags. Or to see if he has what it takes to lead. That sort of thing. You busy?” he asked, looking at me.
“Busy? No,” I said, passing the broom to Spike. “What’s up?”
“I could use your handyman skills over at the bar,” he said. “I got some of the old heads helping out. But Danny wants it done as quickly as possible, so I could use another set of hands.”
“Yeah, I’m game.”
Now that the prospects were doing all the cleaning up around the clubhouse, I had a lot less to do during the day. And I’d never been someone who was comfortable just bumming around. I liked work. I especially liked working with my hands.
More so these days than ever before, since there was more downtime than I was used to.
I was always finding little things to do around the clubhouse—rebuilding the picnic tables, fixing the various indoor furniture that was constantly breaking, knocking together birdhouses for Perish.
It was a dream to eventually buy a house in awful shape and rip that thing down to the rafters and redo it.
Until then, though, I could head out with Fallon.
“Why is Danny redoing the bar?” I asked after we parked and made our way toward the building.
“There was a nasty leak in one of the walls. Ruined the floor too. She figured if we had to rip out so much already, we might as well give the whole place a refresh. Especially since we have so much free labor,” he added, shooting me a smirk.
“Happy to help. You guys have plans?”
“If by ‘plans’ you mean a bunch of the dads here arguing over who has the best plan for the bar, then, yeah, we’ve got plans.”
“Danny didn’t give them any direction?”
