#extra info: mona was one of the original three because she overheard dane's plans while fixing his bike

[hungrydogs-if]

I’m not sure if this was ask before but could you please tell us why HDMC was made?

it hasn't been asked, but i love the question!

i'll attach the first ever draft of the night of the decision below a cut, but let's get to the explanation first.

it was dane's idea, of course. he'd been running with some crews in the past, all in an attempt to find a place he'd belong; it wasn't his job, it wasn't his family, it wasn't any of the other gangs he tried to join. the only place he felt like he belonged was whenever he and vp hung out, and he wanted to cling to that feeling as much as he could. maybe even bring it to the other misfits in san maro who were tossed aside to favor the rich and famous.

so it's a robin hood story, in a sense, but with a sad tinge. it was a stupid idea that felt more and more like a possibility, and a chance to do something with their lives other than follow the masses. it was a cry for freedom, and helping those who felt lost find a place to feel included and appreciated. it didn't start as a criminal club, but slowly it became a part of it. it was just recreational use with the drugs first, until the business of buying and selling became a norm. the guns were almost an accident, one member tangled into something they shouldn't have; it was the club that brokered a deal that worked in everyone's favor. it's a bit difficult to back out from international arms dealing, sadly. but the money is good and has taken care of many of the members' debts.

then it just grew to something bigger than either dane or the vp could imagine.

and so we come to the draft that begun it all; the night the dream became reality.

A sunset paints the San Maro skyline in a brilliant vibrancy you could almost call beautiful, if it wasn't for the superficial hellscape of a city it set behind.

Driving up to the Roxmar Overlook was a blessed break from that nightmare. A break from the rich, the entitled, and the desperate. Knockoff L.A. is starting to light up against the natural light, and you tear your eyes away from the high-rise buildings and antennas reaching too far up in the sky.

You shift on the concrete bench and guide your focus to you left, to your only companion on these weekly trips. Dane sits quietly, lounging on his Harley, arms stretched over the handlebars towards the horizon. Slack fingers flex, the multitude of rings glinting in the dying daylight. You almost let out a laugh at the sight; Very calendar-esque, the modeling industry would eat him up.

"I've been thinkin'."

The leather of his jacket creaks as he pulls himself upright and turns to you. You make a noise and raise a brow, tossing him the most unimpressed look you can manage.

"Watch out, might hurt something," you deadpan, and Dane's chuckle draws a smile out of you as well. "Asshole, oughta toss you off this cliff one of these days." Empty threats, and you give him an one-shouldered shrug.

For a minute, there is silence between you, and for a moment you're sure he forgot what he was going to say; It wouldn't be the first time. There's a pensive look in his eyes when you meet them, gunmetal blue almost white in the fading light washing over his face.

"We should found a motorcycle club."

Words don't conjure in your head and you blink, meeting the serious stare Dane has set on you. Finally, a very eloquent "what?" comes from you, and your brows furrow at the thought. The gravel crunches beneath Dane's boots when he shifts, face lit up with giddy excitement.

"Just us to begin with, but we could grow. Can you imagine? You and me against the world," his hand shoots to the side, gesturing over the city skyline, "and it begins right here."

You catch a wistful sigh when he turns away, his eyes on the city below. You follow the line of sight, mind churning with thoughts you can't quite slot together. The city sprawls tall and wide - No one would notice if you carved a piece of it for yourselves.

Yeah. Why the fuck not.

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Hungry Dogs MC.

Laughs and jokes were tied to the origins of the name, but when registering it, Dane had been dead serious. He'd stated that hunger for something was relatable to anyone, all smiles, and the 'dog' came an afterthought. Though you heard his dad call him a mongrel more than on one occasion; later you found out this was one way of reclaiming the insult as something good.