A giant and a scorpion walk into a bar... The bar was filled with bikers, leather and the smell of old beer and cheap cigarettes that no one ever quite put out. Cammie stopped in the door and took a deep breath. Sure she wasn’t three hundred pounds, sweaty and otherwise huge and disgusting but she felt like she fit in here. “Ahh, the smell of a good time. You smell that Giganta? That’s a good smell,” Cammie said. It was also the smell of free cash and a good fight. It had only taken the... read more