you were a clubhouse bartender which usually meant that you were a croweater, but (to the complete and utter disappointment of every man in the club) you were known for your complete no flirting at work policy. 

the party had lasted later than usual which meant that when you were still cleaning when the sun came up. you were being quiet as to not wake all the sleeping club members and their women. 

you heard a door open and you looked up to see Chibs coming out from the ‘dormitory area’. he took a seat at the bar and you immediately kicked into bar tender mode, “can i grab you anything?” you whispered. 

Chibs grinned and shook his head, “you should go get some sleep.”

“i still have to clean.” you sighed, continuing your task of quietly trying to put the left over beer bottles in the recycling. 

“im serious lass, let me give you a ride home. one of the other girls can clean this place.” 

it was early. and you were exhausted. and to make it worse, no buses ran this early which meant you’d have to walk. 

“i know you dont do this sort of thing.” Chibs said, “but its just a ride home and we dont have to tell anyone.”

“okay. thanks.” you said, grabbing your bag.

you followed him outside and he sat down on the bike, offering you the helmet, “ever been on one of these?” he asked.

you rolled your eyes, “wouldnt you like to know?” he grinned as you got behind him on the bike, wrapping your arms around his waist, “dont get any ideas Chibs.”