GGS: Good Gaelic Souls A Biker Saga (G.G.S) by Pamela Murdaugh Smith

future and direction of the club. For the most part, things would remain the same. Moving forward there may be an occasional tweak as needed, but all in all, everyone was happy with Slider's format and wanted to continue on in his fashion. Only time would tell the full story, and they were all acutely aware that nothing remains the same. She had the distinct feeling that both of them were preoccupied, although they did seem to be giving the conversation their attention.
    When the conversation died down, Strangler excused himself and headed to the john, upon his return, he had in his hands the new edition of Easy Rider. Both Stax and Samson knew that he would be engrossed in this for awhile, so Samson turned to Stax "I'm gonna head down to the bar and play 'shark', wanna join?" Stax smiled, and gave a negative nod. "Enjoy, gotta take care of the laundry." she said as Strangler looked up from his magazine. "If you get lucky brother and need another room, call and let me know. I'll call down and put it on the club's credit card, all you'll need to do is pick up the key from the front desk. This was a business meeting after all." he chuckled, and looking over at Stax he winked, "I hope you saved the reciept for the whiskey and burgers."
    After Samson left, Strangler went back to his magazine and Stax went to the laundry room, turning her thoughts back to the club. The largest piece of business after the upcoming ceremony, was to have the monthly cruinniú and bring everyone up to speed on the progress concerning the clubs property. At that time, anyone in the club could take the floor with suggestions, concerns or issues to be voted on. Nothing was written in stone, until it was put to the floor.
    In a room full of Gaels nothing was ever cut and dry, and after a few pints, pretty much every subject would lead to a debate of some sort. Mostly, this was tolerated simply for the sake of enjoying a good debate. Though they tried to avoid it, there were times when they had to adjourn due to the rising of the sun. The issue would remain in limbo until the next cruinniú, when they would pick up where they left off. That is, unless time was of the essence, then it would put everyone out because they would have to meet again the following evening and hammer out their differences. Occasionally they would have to agree to disagree in order to move on. To their credit though, they tried to conduct their business briefly, but they were who they were, and it wasn't like they didn't know what they were dealing with when they decided to group themselves together.
    The weekly Officer's Cruinniúwas usually more brief and to the point. Largely, it concerned itself with updates, legalities and paperwork. Moby, Griff and Rage being original members, had each chosen to step down from the higher ranks several years ago. From the day the club was founded until their decision, all three had held high rank positions in the club. They were happy now, at their age, to keep their fingers on the pulse of the club and do their part in helping keep the ship afloat and on course, without all of the pressure that rises to the top.
    And then there was Stax, for her at least the club was a birthright. She was an extension of Slider and everyone loved her. As Slider's only child, her life was the club. As a single father, he had kept her with him nearly all the time. It didn't matter if he was on the bike or in a cruinniú, she was always there, an active part of everything. When she was smaller some of the club mother's would bring their kids to play and they all treated her like their own. Everyone was family to her. In the cruinniú's, they had never asked her to leave the room and they never held back on discussing club business because she was there. She was the perfect example of the old addage, "It takes a village to raise a child." Even as she grew and formed her own opinions, they never stopped her from saying what she thought. Often they took her advice