"What do you want? Come out here to spill more Whiskey on me with your gang?" she snapped, losing her patience. "Where did you guys even come from. This isn't a motorcycle bar ya know. I have regular customers who wouldn't appreciate your obnoxious friends."
"Brothers."
"What?"
"They're my brother and you mean the old pervert and the divorced lady who were in here? Those are your regulars?"
The last thing Cam needs right now is the town's motorcycle club taking over her bar.