Heh.. F word joke below, fair warning.

But it's funny!

Yeah, Higgy's pretty good at this thing. We've yet to see him since this mission, but he really makes his mark here. Of course, I was eager to help write it with him... Thus, the Council are rather goofy.. at least, until it gets down to just one of them and Higgy.

 
So yeah, the language is a lil harsh again, but it's quite a roleplay! I am hoping we'll see more Winking Judge players one day...

(Warning: This piece contains infrequent cursing.. from Higgy. Also includes the F-Bomb)

 
The doors of the Council Room swung wide open, drawing a start from the various guards, employees, various staff, and patrons of the Council.

The elderly 'gentleman' who stepped through had quite a bit of swagger to him. He looked strong, if maybe a bit out of shape, and walked like he thought he owned the room- or the whole town.

"It's alright, everyone! I'm a bar owner," he said, as if he were announcing himself as the King of England. (Wait, where's England?)

Nevertheless, after a few seconds of disbelief, the room went back to its 'normal' activities, ignoring him outright.

Higgy laughed it off, feeling very confident that things would go his way, though things seldom do. "Self, today will be different," he mused to himself. He reached into his bat-ass leather jacket.

The room grew quiet as all the guards immediately took notice of the long haired 'gentleman.' There's something subtly dangerous about his demeanor and it's usually not a good idea to make sudden movements in front of the guards. Higgy had the guards' full attention. The Council members, as usual, were wholly oblivious.

Higgy pulled out an overstuffed plain envelope and slid it across the table.

It takes a special kind of person to work as a Council guardsman and they wisely turned the other way; there are some things that shouldn't be witnessed

The Council still hadn't noticed Higgy.

Higgy laughed, and dropped the envelope on the Council table. "Nice weather we're having." Quickly turning serious he added, "I'm sure you'll find all our documents are in order."

Council members Dewey and Howe looked up, clearly perplexed and trying to appear ponderous. Cheatum smiled knowingly.

"Pardon me," Cheatum said. "I'll let you fine looking gentleman handle the details of the Boris Day Parade, and deal with this side situation in our bribing room."

"Why's that?" one of the other two asked.

"Wait, what?" the third asked. "Do you need help?"

"Oh, it's really boring," Cheatum answered.

"Boring?!" one of the other two asked, then chanted, "BOOORING!"

"Have fun in the snooze room, sucker!" the other called.

"Come on, let's get this boring thing over with!" Cheatum asked, almost buying into his own excuse as he ushered Higgy into the other room.

Higgy removed his jacket and started to roll up his shirt sleeves, unintentionally revealing his WJMC tattoo. As Cheatum took notice, their eyes locked together for a moment and a slight look of concern crossed Cheatum's face.

Higgy cursed his bad luck. "Why'd I do that in front of a council member? Fuck it, drive on. It's too late now," he mused to himself as he rolled up his second sleeve and revealed his FIDO tattoo.

Cheatum paused and reconsidered the wisdom of being alone with this long-hair.

"Lookit," Higgy spoke quietly, "that's your final payment."

Higgy didn't understand why Cheatum requested fat stacks of cash instead of meat. But he was savvy enough to know that you don't ask too many question when bribing officials.

"Lookit," he said. "My club members..." Oh how Higgy silently cursed himself for that unfortunate slip of the tongue! "...My pub workers spent a long time in that shit hole bat cave getting all that cash, this had better be worth it."

Unfortunately for the Winking Judge Motorcycle Club president, Cheatum is no fool. The other Council members might not have noticed that little slip up, but Cheatum is as perceptive as he is crafty.

"Well," Cheatum mused, "your 'documents' do all seem to be in order here. Thank you Higgy." He purposefully allowed the long-hair a moment of false relief.

The feeling of relief flushed through Higgy like a full body orgasm. "He didn't notice! Finally, a lucky break," he thought.

Higgy turned to leave, fully confident that he secured the Council's approval of The Winking Judge's liquor license and high on that feeling of almost being found out but getting away with it anyhow.

As Higgy reached for the door he heard Cheatum say, "Just one more thing."

Higgy stopped dead in his tracks as his heart sank deep into his stomach. Oh how Higgy cursed his bad luck! "This can't be good," he thought.

"Well, aside from the upcoming bar tax," Cheatum started, giving Higgy no time to interrupt, "There's also the matter of a full meeting with the Council where I can officially bring up this matter."

Higgy started to say something, but Cheatum had more to say!

"Of course, we'll require another favor of you.. wait.. two favors! There's another clan vying for our services, you see! They seem a bit.. uppity up to me. I'd like you to take care to show them up, as it were. How, you might ask? Yes, you might very well ask that if I'd paused long enough to so much as take a breath, let along allow you to answer. Alas, I'm on a roll! The grand meeting will award the grand prize for the one who builds the best and most, pardon my language, 'bitchin' meat car for his respective guild. There'll also be entertainment from KOKOL troops, I'm told. I believe an award for the most impressive performance is going to be dollied out. HOWEVER, if a member of your clan could secure both awards, I do believe I'd be most impressed, and I could then assure that your licensing goes according to plan." He clapped his hands, satisfied with his scheming.. for now. (Bwah han nahn!) So if you'll pardon me and quietly take your leave, I'd be most appreciative!"

With that, he turned and walked out of the bribe room and back into the main meeting room of the Council! How did Higgy react?! Well, we gotta leave something for his solo debut, right?!

Which of his clan.. er.. pub.. will step up to help him? Was Cheatum truly the least moronic of the Council members? Will everyone be clear on the actual mission? Will we ever find out what happened to Konall Bearsmasher?

Stay tuned.. Same WJMC time, same KOKOL channel!