Wrath
Weasel was funny, serious when needed but otherwise always good for a laugh.
“You’re a fucking idiot, Goat. You can be glad Wrath didn’t call for your expulsion!” Nitro yelled. “Now go the fuck home and wait for my call.” Goat glared at Wrath, put the tire iron down on the table and left the clubhouse. Nitro nodded his head at Wrath, and walked back to his table.
Weasel leaned over the bar, and cleared his throat. “We were just joking, right, Wrath?”
“Fuck, Weasel, of course we were just joking,” Jake said.