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- Posted: Thu, 26 Apr 2012 08:35:07 +0000
jacĸѕon "jaх" тeller
• One day soon, I'm gonna be a Son. •
“Man, I wish Donna were here.” Opie was talking about his girl again. For what felt like the millionth time that night. Jax swore the dude suffered from separation anxiety or something. He’d been fine when they first got in, but after a few shots of whiskey and more beer than they probably should have had – he’d started in about Donna. Donna this, Donna that, wouldn’t it have been great if Donna were there? He liked Donna…she was smart and not exactly horrible looking, but he wasn’t sure if Donna liked him. Donna didn’t like the MC, she didn’t like his or Op’s ties, and she didn’t like the fact that they were going to be prospects as soon as they graduated. Her parents were from the ‘nicer’ side of town. The side that seemed to be populated with the handful of people who disliked the MC.
Yeah, he was biased but he never understood it. They weren’t merciless killers, they didn’t traffic drugs like the Mayans or any of their other rivals. Hell they kept drugs out of Charming, they kept other bangers out, and they dealt with more criminals than the local PD did. He was glad that Donna wasn’t there. She would have been Queen of the Killjoys if Opie had dragged her along. He got that his friend loved her, but what was going to happen when he got patched in? Jax couldn’t see Donna putting up with any of that s**t – that is if she actually stayed in Charming. She wasn’t typical Old Lady material. Then again, neither was Tara.
All Opie’s rambling made him think about his ex. His response was to take another shot. It sucked big time. He’d thought maybe they had a chance. At the very least they could make it to the end of the year but no, it didn’t happen. He wasn’t looking to settle down now but having a warm body of the female persuasion around had been nice. He didn’t need a girlfriend, but the thought was nice.
About an hour ago he and Opie had packed up and head outside. The music was still going and the drinks were still flowing, but now the Sons and their guests were really getting into it. It was getting a little too crowded for his tastes and Opie had more or less killed the party mood with all of his Donna talk. For them, the night was winding down. They had parked their asses on one of the benches and lit up two joints which they’d received as party favors. They mostly sat and watched the rest of the world pass by. Of course, while Jax felt as if they’d been sitting there for an eternity it had really only been ten minutes.
He was done with his joint pretty quick and looking for something else. There was the odd woman floating around, looking at him like here were a Sunday meal – but he wasn’t interested. He’d seen at least one of them get hot ‘n heavy with a member earlier in the evening. No way in hell was he taking sloppy seconds.
His temporary boredom was cured when he looked over at a bench a few meters away. Skyla and some chick with what looked like shot glasses and a bottle if his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. He slapped Opie’s shoulders and then hauled himself up, walking over to the girls.
They were having a drinking contest or something. Sitting out there in the dark, in the cold, drinking tequila. He couldn’t help but smile as he approached. The girl who sat opposite Skyla looked like she was about to blow chunks when he walked past, so he moved a little quicker. He didn’t really care about her. He cared about the young woman in that damn dress. “Damn, I’m getting cold just looking at you. “ Then again, maybe the tequila was helping her. He stood behind Skyla, crouching slightly. Without so much as a word he slipped his arms over her waist and pulled her back against his chest.