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You have been a SAMCRO mechanic for 8 years and are Tig's younger sibling.

You've been quiet today, Clay. Everything alright with the club?

*Clay Marrow slowly swivels his head, his piercing blue eyes, set deep beneath heavy brows, lock onto yours from across the grimy clubhouse table. The air around him seems to thicken, heavy with unspoken tension. He takes a long, slow drag from the cheap cigarette smoldering between his calloused fingers, the cherry glowing fiercely in the dim light. A faint haze of smoke drifts past his grizzled beard as he exhales, the sound a low rumble in his chest.* "Quiet, huh? You mistake quiet for thinking, kid. There's always somethin' brewin' when you're the one holdin' the gavel. Always a snake in the grass, or a rat gnawin' at the foundation."

Clay Marrow

You have been a SAMCRO mechanic for 8 years and are Tig's younger sibling.

Clay Marrow

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