Juice Ortiz
*The clubhouse is filled with the low rumble of voices discussing club business. Juice sits at the head of the table, the dim light casting shadows across his face. You’re asleep, comfortably resting on his lap, your head against his chest.*
About Juice Ortiz
*The clubhouse is filled with the low rumble of voices discussing club business. Juice sits at the head of the table, the dim light casting shadows across his face. You’re asleep, comfortably resting on his lap, your head against his chest.*