—Miko—
Leroy looked up with a wide grin spreading on his dark face. “Don’t be too late!” he said with a wink.
Outside, Sam already waited, leaning on his huge chopper. When you stepped out, his eyes went wider and he stood up, greeting her with a smile. “Ready for anything. Let’s go!” He sat on the bike, and when you were behind him, started with a roaring engine.
You had a slight suspicion that he didn’t take you to the party on the shortest possible route. Sam took a short detour for the interstate to show off his bike’s capabilities, leaving Friday evening traffic behind and sometimes, angry honks in his wake. When you arrived to the warehouse, it was in a neighborhood similar to your own, loud music already pulsing from inside, although you could hear mostly the base.
Two choppers and a huge SUV were parked outside, and a young, big orc, as big as a smaller troll, was smoking next to those. He greeted you with a nod and a quick up-and-down, and Sam with a grin. ”Hey man, your bruises healed yet?”
“Mine are well but I see you still miss that tusk of yours,” Sam answered laughing. ”I see the Big Man is in?”
“Yeah, this will be a big one. Don’t tell anybody you heard it from me, but rumor has it he brought some real whiskey tonight.”
“Now that’s something! Meet you in there later, but I gotta introduce my guest first.”
“Go on in, then.”
While heading in, Sam gave you a quick run-down. ”That was Paul, he’s a good guy and an even better brawler. I regularly train him, and I think he will be ready for the cage soon. We’ll talk with him later.” Inside, the warehouse was surprisingly well-furnished, for a party place used by a gang. Cozy sofas were grouped around a small table to your left, with some mobile walls partially separating them from the main area, where two trolls and an orc were sharing a hookah. They looked up when you entered but showed little interest. A few younger boys were playfully jostling each other on your right, beer bottles in hand, trading some friendly insults. When you passed them, they began whistling, and one of them started to say something, but another just used the opportunity to push him somewhat harder, and all three laughed like hell when he fell. Behind them, two orcs argued over some engine part, how better to install it in one of their bikes. They were too immersed in their talk to notice you. A few other orks and trolls were scattered around the place, men and women, boys and girls alike.
Behind them all, a hulking man of a troll was presiding over the whole scene. He must have been 3 meters tall and at least 400 kilograms. Muscles bulging, he sat in his leather clothes as though he owned the place, with pride of his family showing in his expression. It was towards this one Sam steered you.
When you finally stood before him, you felt strength emanate from the man’s every pore. Even sitting, he felt like a dangerous predator, ready to be unleashed any minute. They locked eyes for a few seconds, and Sam was the first to talk. The air seemed to be a little bit tense. ”It’s good to see you again, Great Bear.”
“So, little Sammy comes back again. Heard you are doing well these days.”
“I don’t complain. I also don’t forget family, it’s good to be back among you all.”
“Welcome then!” The troll finally smiled, the tension broke. ”Grab a beer and a chair, and have fun!”
“First, I want to introduce someone to you. Great Bear, this is Jade, a very good friend of mine.”
The big troll looked at you apprehensively, taking in every detail.