Big hairy bikers whom Grizz has summoned surround you to the house. You are standing in the living room and Grizz grabs you up in his huge hairy tattooed arms and bear hugs you to him.
After squeezing a good bit of wind out of you he releases you but keeps his big paws on your shoulders with you at arms length as he beams down at you.
"You saved my boy's life. From now on, you're as good as any son I could ever have. There's a ritual in our family for just such an occasion. It's very solemn and very serious. We do it when we adopt and we do it when you become one of us for good." Grizz says.
He reaches behind his back and Pops puts something in his hand. Richie is standing close by.
Grizz moves his hand down the length of your right arm until he gets to your wrist. There he clamps it and turns your palm over.
"Don't make any sudden moves." He says in a gravelly low voice.
He moves his right hand from behind his back and in it is an incredibly sharp knife.
It scares the Hell out of you, but you dare not move because you will not lose respect by showing fear openly. Your breathing becomes shallow.
"As you have defended my blood...” Grizz says and cuts across your palm with the knife, "So shall my blood defend you." with that Grizz cuts across his palm. He clasps his hand to yours and so your blood is mixed. "You are now blood of my blood and I am blood of your blood. No one fucks with you now without facing me and my bros." He turns to Richie. "Give me your hand son." Grizz says and Richie, without a word offers his right hand up. "Brothers you were not born...” Grizz cuts Richie's palm and places Gus' right hand in Richie's bleeding palm. "But by blood, brothers you are now. Let all who stand here in this room bear witness, I have two sons this day, not one! Each and every one of you dirt bag scooter trash fuckers has a new bro. Gus doesn't need any more qualifications than what he did tonight. He's one of us now!" Grizz roars the last and the assembled bikers roar out a cheer.
You look at Richie and he's beaming. You see him say, but cannot hear over the cheers, 'Thanks Bro' and you, with your blood bonded hands still clasp hug as you did earlier today on the mat.
It quiets down and Grizz says, "It's time for a small celebration. Usually I don't allow young men this privilege, but it was granted to me occasionally when I was your age." He winks at pops and pops winks back and hands you and Richie both a can of really good beer... not that pigswill stuff like Butt-Wiper, Sewers or Swill-er. Grizz is wrapping up his hand and says. "Drink 'em down men, the ritual requires it before your hands can part. You must drink together as men." Grizz pats you both on the back. Richie clinks his can against yours and says, "Cheers bro!" and begins guzzling it down. You do the same. The beer Damon gave you was one of the pigswill brands, this... this is quite different. It's not some alcohol flavored soda made from the dregs of the beer barrel and 'assembled', this is real beer... like your grandpa Gustav used to drink. You remember how he scorned the cheap crap beers and now you know why.
You finish the can and there are more cheers. It quiets down again after lots of back slaps to you and Richie that make the both of you belch very loudly, which brings more rowdy laughter. Grizz separates your hands and you find that the blood has stopped flowing. It's run down your arm to your elbow and dried all the way. Finally Grizz says, "It's time for my boys to be in bed. Go on up and get some sleep. You two need to be up bright and early tomorrow to train and spar with me. I think we need to step up lessons for the both of you and of course there's shop work for you after Richie and Stockroom for you Gus." Grizz pats you both on the back and you head up stairs.
You're wobbling a bit, but then so is Richie. You hear the guys downstairs say 'Cheap Date' and laugh as they watch you go up. You turn around and give the room the finger and smile and then turn around and follow Richie up. There's general laughter at that.
You both strip down. You to your boxers and Richie to his black bikini briefs. You say, "Good night." and Richie says, "G'night Bro."
Off you drift, feeling a bit dizzy, into sleep.