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                    “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.


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                                                    After their little talk it was business as usual. Bobby came knocking at the door with a very tall, very drunk blonde hanging off his side. That was their cue to go. They packed up and head back out. Madison went back to the bar, where the Prospect had let empty bottles and glasses pile up. She set Skyla up with a few shots and a bottle, but urged her not to hover around the bar for too long. She knew that Donny would be keeping an eye on her workspace to see if she had any company. Eventually Skyla wandered off with Opie and Jax, she tried to keep an eye out but in the crowd it was almost impossible to pick the trio out.

                                                    Throughout the evening she kept busy, there were definitely enough bodies in the clubhouse to ensure that neither she or the prospect would get a few minutes off their feet. She served croweaters, Sons, other charters, family, friends, Opie, Jax, and Sky. It seemed that at one point everyone came up to the bar. She didn’t mind it though. She hadn’t taken the job under the illusion that it would be quiet nights. Sure, some days, but not all the time. From where she stood she got a decent view of everyone and everything. She heard pieces of club business and gossip, all in all it was pretty entertaining.

                                                    Being the new girl she got a fair bit of attention herself. If she had a dollar for every time someone came up and referred to her as “Jason’s daughter” or “ that oldest Sutherland girl”. It seemed that whenever she heard those words, someone was ordering a shot for her. She took the first few, but there was no way she was getting wasted on her first night. She could function if she had a light buzz going on – but too much tequila and she’d be on the bar, not behind it. Eventually she’d either decline or pawn the drinks off on the prospect.

                                                    After a few hours the bar slowed down a bit. She let the prospect go take a smoke and she tried to ‘tidy up’. Once the bar was clear she took to the space behind it. She had been rearranging the bottles, putting the empties in the bin and restocking where she could. She’d been making progress when a familiar voice interrupted the process. Tig, who she hadn’t served since earlier that night. She threw him a look over her shoulder. “I can handle trouble.” She said coolly as she straightened up. The rest of the bottles can wait. Apparently he didn’t just come over to give her a good ribbing.

                                                    The creep? Madison was lost for a moment until she noticed who Tigger had been nodding at. The guy from Tacoma, the one Donny had mentioned earlier. He’d basically parked himself at the opposite end of the bar and he’d spent most of the night staring at her. Madison told the prospect to serve him. She gave a slight shrug, leaning against the counter. He’s just been staring at me all damn night. I think he’s trying to figure out whether I have a crow under these clothes or not.” It was a bit unsettling though. “Kinda looks like he wants me for dinner, doesn’t it?” Okay, so it was strange. She was used to people staring but there was something about him.

                                                    She didn’t want to send Tig over to start s**t. Though she was sure that he would, willingly, go toe to toe just for the hell of it. Mads could smell the booze on Tig's breath, last thing she wanted to see was a drunk and riled up Tig beating the crap out of someone. Sure, he was staring and sure, she didn't entirely appreciate it - but that was life. She'd just continue to ignore him, that worked out fine.


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                                                  Skyla watched the girls disgusted expression with some kind of sick amusement, she thought it was pretty entertaining that the tequila was making her feel sick, she definitly didn't look like he was having good time anymore. Suddenly she wished her sister was around, seeing this girls face would have lead to a very funny conversation, Mads was the type who didn't think before she told you to take your puking, white trash self home, the last thing anyone needed was to step in a pile of som girls vomit. Anyone else and Skyla might have taken her to the washroom but she had seen this girl try and get with Jax plently of times and that ruled out any kind of sympathy. All she cared about now was making sure she wasn't in the line of fire if the girl did blow chunks.

                                                  The smell of weed captured her attention and she looked to her side, of course Jax an Ope were smoking one to each of their domes, Ope was always a hoot when he was stoned out of his mind but by the looks of it Ope was being a bit of a party pooper, Skyla knew he was probably going off about Donna like usual, being without her was like punishment for him. When Donna and Ope had first started to be 'official' Skyla always thought people would be happy for him but the more serious they got, the more sorry people seemed to feel for him. Donna had never liked anyone that had anything to do with the MC, in Skyla's eyes that was her loss really.

                                                  "I think i'm good, just no more shot for me." The blonde's face seemed to have more life to it than before, her buzz must have been making her feel better, that was usually how it worked. Pouring herself another shot Skyla slammed it back like she had the other ones, not really keeping track of how many she had had already, it wasn't her who usually got out of hand drunk out of all the girls but if she kept drinking the way she was, she might have been running around naked in no time.

                                                  His touch instantly gave her goosebumps, the two girls in front of her looking alot less friendly than they had during the drinking game. Skyla didn't need to look behind her to know who it was, Jax was the only one who had the balls to touch Skyla around the clubhouse in any way and the instant jealous looks she recieved were a good sign that someone extremley good looking was behind her. "and I was getting bored looking over at you guys, why's Ope in a funk?" It took alot for her not to show how crazy she was going inside from his arms being around her, not only were girls jealous of her dress but now they could be jealous of the fact that Skyla was probably getting the most attention from Jax that night.

                                                  "Finally had a taste of Teller, Sky?" The drunk blonde smirked at Skyla, a look that said '******** you' on it's own. Skyla couldn't help but cringe as the girl used her nickname, she hated when people that weren't friends or family called her that, it right pissed her off. "Why the ******** is it any of your business?" This was a shock to even herself, why did he get so defensive? that wasn't like her. The girl raised her hands in defeat, not feeling well enough to have a screaming match because of Skyla's sudden attitude.

                                                  Eyes narrowed slightly as she watched the girls walk away, they look unimpressed but she didn't give a s**t, she didn't come here to make friends with walking STD's. "Don't get laid tonight, I don't wanna walk home alone." She wasn't sure if Jax would go for it, considering the selection but she hoped he would willing to hold off for a night.


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It was no suprise to Tig that his green eyes stuck on her tight pants had made the Tacoma member shift in his seat, not only was the guy all along but Tig could have sworn he had pissed one of his brothers girl off in the past. There was always those few guys that kept to themselves with the women, the just sat and stared and wished they had some type of x-ray vision. If Madison had been just another crow eater prancing around in leather pants it would have been okay but she wasn't, she was one of the only girls in the room with self respect and a Sons daughter, she was off limits to everyones eyes, except Tig when he couldn't help himself. As long as Jason didn't see him he could enjoy it while it lasted, sooner or later someone would sweep her off her feet, if she let them.

He pushed a short curl behind his ear, his gel not holding up like it should have. "Your dad would would flip on that creepy ********] He couldn't help himself, he looked over in the mans direction again, nothing could stop him from staring it seemed, maybe a good punch in the jaw would set him straight? "It's those kind of assholes I don't like hanging around." If Mads had been his daughter, he would have kicked the guys teeth out in ten seconds flat, Jason hadn't noticed yet but if he did, the guy was in for one hell of an upper cut.

Besides the fact that she was like family to the club, there was something else that made his jaw clench from the mans stare, he couldn't pin point why, maybe he was just being over protective, she seemed very calm about the situation, calmer than he himself was taking it. "You wanna get away from this creep?" Tig turned to look behind him, the girl he once sat with on the couch had found a new target, not much of a loss on his part. "I got a couple things I have to fix on my bike, I was going to the garage to work on it for a bit before I get s**t faced." Tig knew he himself would have wanted to get away if any woman had been staring at him like that, it wasn't normal, it was ******** creepy.

Part of him wanted the man to try to follow them to the garage if she wanted to join Tig, he wanted to turn around and address the obsessive nature this guy felt okay with showing, if a fight broke out, it wasn't anything new for Tig, he would enjoy causing pain to someone who was totally out of line in his books. "I know you're just getting off but can you pass me a cold one Mads?"


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                                                    She wondered if Tig knew something about this guy that she didn’t. As soon as Tacoma noticed that Tig was at the bar, fully aware of his presence, his gaze was somewhere else. But he tried to slip the odd sideways glance in when he thought Tig wasn’t looking. By standard definition he did look like a creep – but if you went standard then that definition applied to more than half of the men in the clubhouse. It wasn’t exactly comforting to hear just how ‘creepy’ Tacoma was. Like she actually had something to worry about.

                                                    In fact, when Tig asked if she wanted to get away from the creep at the edge of the bar it almost felt like the angels were shining down on her or something. Out of his line of sight? Sure. “Sounds great.” She said with a small smile. Even if she was just going to watch a biker fix up his baby. Fresh air couldn’t kill her, and being out of Tacoma’s sight would be good. She found it a bit funny that Tigger had said he wanted to get it done before he got s**t faced. She knew that he’d already had more than the average person could handle – but the man had a gut of steel. Most of the members did. By his standards, he wasn’t even close to wasted yet.

                                                    She glanced up at the clock. Quitting time anyways. She planned to stick around until the party wound down, but technically she didn’t have to stay behind the bar any longer. She grabbed her bag, but she stopped when Tig asked her for another beer. Madison flashed him a coy smile. “ ‘Course, here to serve.” And she grabbed one beer, then another from the fridge. She told the prospect she was heading out for a bit and if she didn’t come back, he didn’t need to send a search party out. Her shift was over anyways.

                                                    She joined Tig on the other side of the bar, handing over his beer. The two then wound their way through the crowd, Mads was consciously keeping an eye out for her father as they went. But by the time they hit the door she thought it was safe to let out the breath she’d been holding. She just wanted to relax. It did sort of suck, watching a party and not really being a part of it – but there would be other chances. She was kind of looking forward to curling up in her bed. The last thing she wanted was to have to explain why she was slipping outside with Tig to her father. Even if it was just to get away from the creep at the bar.

                                                    They passed a small crowd of people around the benches. The smell of cigarettes and weed tinting the night air. Tigger handed off his beer and a key, telling her to go unlock one of the bay doors while he moved his bike. Madison did as instructed. It took a few minutes to get the key into the lock but she managed. She pushed the steel door up and flicked on the light, setting their beers on the bench. The purr of the engine seemed to echo as Tig drove it into the empty space, dismounting and setting up the kick stand.

                                                    “So,”
                                                    She took a swig from her bottle and scooted back against one of the work benches in front of the bike, sitting on the edge. “Playing Superman by getting me out of there or did you just want to get me alone?” Madison asked, eyebrow cocked. Maybe it was the beer or the bits of the earlier conversation that she still remembered – maybe it was just the fact that she thoroughly enjoyed teasing people. It really couldn’t be helped.


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In a strange way he could relate to the man as well as hate him, not only had he watched Madison develope into a woman but he had seen her dedication to the club time and time again, she was nothing like he had ever seen before. He had two daughter of his own around her age, they were so far from him he didn't ever really get a phone call in, they knew about the club and his involvement with it but they never stuck around, never even came for visits anymore. Madison had stuck by her father despite all the s**t Tigs knew he brought home and that couldn't have been the half of it, he knew she had sucked up alot for the lifestyle, for her father. He couldn't help but be jealous of Jason and how he had brought up his daughters, they had always found their place with the club, no matter the dedication it took.

He wasn't very surprised that she wanted to leave but as they headed towards the door he couldn't help but notice that the man had stood up from his seat, if he had followed, there would be blood. "You can learn a few things, your daddy's too old for this stuff." he joked, knowing full well Jason was far too distracted to notice. It was nice to get away with things he wasn't normally allowed to do, making fun of a brother and most importantly getting a nice veiw of his daughters back side. Of course he had admired the younger daughters outfit for the night but something about Madison's features made her much better looking in his eyes.

The thick kick stand dropped as he parked in the large garage, the light was much brighter than inside the clubhouse, he pushed his sunglasses over slighty narrowed green eyes, not wanting to deal with an oncoming headache from the bright light. [********, I forgot my cape." Hands ran across the back of his cut as if he was searching for something that wasn't there, he would have looked ridiculos in a cape. "Did you want me to be trying to get you alone?" Knees stuck out from his dark jeans as he croutched in front of her, grabbing both the beers from where she had set them down.

Even behind tinted sunglasses, she was way hotter than any of the woman he had run into tonight, for a moment he almost had the balls to ask her how she made herself look the way she did, how was it possible to be so gorgeous and off limits at the same time? "Your dad would kill me if he heard this but-" Tig paused and used his lighter to take the annoying lids off the beer, handing the first one that was opened to her, "those pants should be your work uniform."


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                    He had a buzz going, no shock there. The pot wasn’t the strong stuff though. It was kinda watered down, but he didn’t have to pay for it so he wasn’t about to complain. Even between the hash and the booze coursing through his veins, he wasn’t a total waste case. He was for the most part coherent and the world hadn’t started spinning yet. He could tell enough that his presence had disrupted the mood amongst the women. It was like the claws just sprang out, it seemed like more insensitive to keep his arms right where they were. If Sky wanted him to back off, she’d say something. Unless she did he was staying put.

                    The dirty-blond had been about to answer he question when one of the tequila shooters decided to speak up. ********, women were worse than men where. All catty and s**t. He’d seen it before. Tara used to deal with it all the time. It was kinda flattering, but kinda annoying. When he wanted the attention it was great, but when he didn’t? Like now. Feeling a bit lonely or not, Jax would have been perfectly happy to sit down with Skyla and talk about random s**t until it was time to head home. Like whatever she’d done to piss Donny off so damn much. They hadn’t gotten to touch on that earlier.

                    He wore the cockiest smile when the brunette who he currently had trapped in his arms told the other woman off. Skyla wasn’t really the type of do s**t like that, so it was a bit of a surprise. But a welcome one. He could practically feel her go on the defensive. It was kinda hot. Shut down, the girls walked away. Which only made his smirk bigger. And she’d said she’d let him down in a cage match.

                    She looked down at her as she spoke, tilting his head slightly. “Don’t get laid.” He repeated under his breath, looking up at the two chicks who were currently walking away. “One night shouldn’t kill me.” He said thoughtfully. He withdrew his arms and sat beside Skyla on the bench, making himself comfortable.

                    “Pretty sure Ope’s is wishing I were Donna right now.”
                    He said with a shake of his head. They’d already established just how freaking whipped his best friend was. Opie was probably out of commission for the night. They’d meet up later, if he needed a ride. At this rate though it sounded like he was going to be busy anyways.

                    “Did you wanna stick around or head home?”
                    Since she’d just asked him not to hook up with anyone, he wasn’t sure. He didn’t mind walking her home though. The Sutherlands didn’t live too far from the garage. It was very gentlemanly of him, if you asked Jax anyways. “Hey, you talk to Donny yet?”


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                                                    It was weird. The rep Tig had, yet here they were, joking about capes. For a moment she pictured the older man in one, just attached to his cut. Like a little kid trying to live out some fantasy of being a superhero. It would have looked absolutely stupid, but that would have only made it funnier. He didn’t need a cape though. Dark jeans, the shirt, and his cut were more than enough. The glasses added this extra edge, there were almost like a second appendage for him. He looked fine with them on, but off? Tig had killer eyes. They were what she had fondly referred to as ‘psycho eyes’ as a kid. They were the weirdest shade of green she’d ever seen. Her own eyes seemed to grab a lot of attention, but his? There was something about them.

                                                    Like a pro he’d spun her own question back on her. Almost like they’d done earlier. She’d stopped staring at him long enough to decide that answering probably wasn’t the best idea, because he could best her every time. She couldn’t complain about the company now, it was a step up. Mild innuendo and all.

                                                    He dealt with the beers and she silently thanked him when he passed one to her. He managed to snare her attention again when he mentioned her father, and how he would kill him. He complimented the pants. Again. “I feel like I should take these suckers off and nail them to the bar, you guys seem pretty attached to the damn things.” She knew that most of the comments also went for the hips, a**, and legs that were currently covered by the pants, but it the way they talked. Sounded like a few of them would be asking the pants to join them back in the dorms.

                                                    “My dad isn’t out here so I think you’re safe.”
                                                    Madison nursed the beer and hopped off of the counter. She brushed by Tig, slowly circling his bike. The damn thing looked pristine, fresh off the lot. Most of the bikes in the club did. They were quite literally like the mens children. Mads didn’t know a whole lot about them, even though she’d grown up around them. The whole mechanic thing eluded her. When the guys talked shop she zoned out. It wasn’t lack of interest, it was just like they were speaking a whole new ******** language. Even if she didn’t know much that didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate them. The look, the sound, it was all pretty hot. Speaking of sounds.

                                                    “It sounded like it was running fine…what do you need to fix?”
                                                    Of course, she realized that unless Tigger dumbed it down she wouldn’t know what the hell he was talking about. But by the time that hit her she’d already asked. Besides, engaging in a conversation about one of his most prize possessions seemed better than say – staring at him. Which she’d been doing moments before.


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                                                  Even though she hated them at first glance she couldn't help but wonder what those kind of girls did to impress Jax so much, it couldn't have been their clothing, it couldn't have been their hair or their makeup, what the hell did he like so much about them? Of course over the years she had wondered what it would be like to spend a night with 'prince charming' after all he was the only good looking guy her age that she got along with. After years of friendship and classes together it was only normal for her to develop a crush on her closest friend, she always used that as an excuse anyways.

                                                  Skyla had learned from how her father acted towards Madison that a boyfriend was something she wouldn't have until he was dead or miles and miles away. He didn't really want Madison the be bartending because of the chances of hooking up with a member, he didn't want his daughters to go through the s**t their mother had to because of the club. It took awhile of thinking to remember the last time she had even kissed a guy, the fear of her father finding out had always held her back from feeling any kind of lust or emotion towards a guy, Jax was the only exception to that.

                                                  She had been so wrapped up in her thoughts she didn't snap out of them until his warmth was gone, she could feel the booze alot more than before, it made her cheeks warm and left her arms and legs as cold as before. "Well i'm glad your not Donna, I wouldn't have anyone to walk me home." she couldn't help but laugh, not only because of what she had just said but because she had spotted Madison and Tig head into the garage, nothing good could have come out of that.

                                                  Eyes turned back to him as he settles beside her, "I don't have to leave now but if you want to I will." she got the sense that he didn't really want to walk her home, it could have just been her thinking that but she was starting to feel like an idiot for asking. "I can show you some of my reaper sketches, I have some brews in my mini-fridge, we can have a slumber party!" A drunken giggle escaped her lips as she took his hands and threw them up in the air as if he was excited, "I can paint your nails, pink would look perfect." Skyla was having a bit too much fun now, she knew the though of anything pink would scare him away, leaning back she rested on the wooden post behind her, cheeks still slightly flushed from the booze.


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She avoided answering him question and he figured it was for the best, he would have come up with something better anyways, it was how it went when they got into it with eachother, talk about complicated conversation, can't say this, shouldn't say that, he felt sorry for any boyfriends she might have had, they were in for a real big list of rules and ristrictions. "Putting them on the wall wouldn't do the pants enough justice." Almost every member that had the guts to would have agreed on that, they look way better when someone like her was wearing them. If they could have put it to a vote, she would have been in those pants every shift, despite her fathers opinion. "I wouldn't be surprised if I was you, i'm sure you looked in the mirror when you put those puppies on."

As she hopped off the counter and walked away his head followed, this tme his eyes hidden behind the tinted glasses, he figured he could get away with looks more this way, even though the light had been unbareable. A song he liked boomed from across the lot and inside the clubhouse, his fingers snapped to the familiar tune as he stood up and sat across from her where she had sat before. "Didn't need to fix anything." There was always something he could have made tighter or ajusted but not tonight, he wanted her away from that creep and himself, before someone had to find the man a good ******** dental plan.

His intentions was much better than what she probably assumed they were, of curse he was a pig and had many fun nights with random but he respected Madison, he didn't respect crow eaters for s**t. Someone you could lay down in a second and have your way with wasn't someone who was considered 'fun' in his books, he wanted a good catch, a chase, someone who was hard to get, someone like the woman who circled his bike slowly.

"So you meet any guys tonight? get any numbers? I know your daddy has been wanting you to find some straight edge business man." He didn't even have to ask that question, he already knew she wasn't looking at the men her father wanted her to, the tight pants and the attitude made for a wild child. "Seems he isn't very fond of your new job either.




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                                                    Of course she’d looked in the mirror. The mirror was half the reason she’d bought them. She just hadn’t expected them to be so…widely received as they were. Her eyes snapped up from the bike when he’d said that he didn’t need to fix anything. So he was being the hero then? Not that she minded. Beat sitting outside alone like a loser. She could have come up with a lot worse company than Tig.

                                                    She slowly circled the bike once more. As if she were looking for some sort of flaw to point out ( and impress ) the older man with. But the thing looked perfect. Tig stood off to the side with his beer, watching her. At least she thought he was watching her. Hard to tell with those damn glasses of his on. Mads was surprised by the next thing out of his mouth, partly because it didn’t have the words ‘pants’ in it, but instead he brought up what most would call her private life. As well as her father.

                                                    Madison let out a sigh. She brushed a long lock of wavy hair out of her face. She silently thanked him for being Capitan Obvious. She knew her dad hated her working behind the bar, even if he was in the same room and could keep ‘watch’ over her. He didn’t want her that close to MC business. “Met loads of guys tonight. None of them are really the number giving type though.” She let out a small, slightly bitter laugh. She’d had this conversation so many times with her father it was ridiculous. “Do you think a straight edge business man would be okay with this?” She spread her arms out, motioning to their surroundings. A gesture that extended towards the bikes in the parking lot and the bodies in the clubhouse. Madison lifted the bottle to her lips again, but paused before drinking.

                                                    “Anybody in this town who fits that description is pretty damn sure I spend my nights getting bikers off.”
                                                    Madison said. Yeah, being so close with the MC had somehow earned her a rep close to that of the croweaters. “I’d be bored to tears anyways…” She barley managed a ‘normal’ boyfriend in highschool. Someone who worked 9-5 almost six days a week? It wasn’t like she was ever going to leave Charming either. Her friends and her family were here, and they weren’t going anywhere. Why would she?

                                                    “Can you picture me with a suit?” Madison couldn’t help but snort at the mental image. Her with her pants and her leather jacket, standing beside someone in a grey suit that cost more than she could make in three months. She knew if she ever ended up with anyone, the odds swayed more towards the sides of a biker, probably proud member of SAMCRO, too. “As for the job…Clay and Gemma seem happy with me, didn’t get any complaints. Tons of happy customers. Jason’s just going to have to deal with it.”

                                                    She moved back to where she’d started off, standing beside Tig. The conversation reminded her that he had two daughters of his own. They were both around her age at least. Would he want his kids to settle with a working class man? She wasn’t sure. He didn’t really talk about his girls. Mads was certain it was one of those out of sight and out of mind things. “Why the sudden interest in my private life, eh? Worried I might find someone?” It was easier to go back to joking. At least the amount of alcohol currently coursing through her veins said it was easier. Not that Madison thought Tigger gave a flying ******** about her who she dated, or if she dated.


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Tig could remember many drunk night that Jason had made he rounds around the clubhouse, making sure all the members knew not to touch his daughters. He was aways so protective of them, something some members admired and some members hated. Jason's wife had always been a bit of a b***h, to be honest, when it came to the club, it was clear to everyone that she had told Jason to make sure no one ever turned their eyes in the Sutherland girls directions. It was hard to keep your eyes to yourself, mostly around Madison, she sure had grown up and even her father must have noticed himself that she had increased in cup size and height as she got older. Skyla wasn't really much of a problem when it came to the pervs that hung around at parties, she had always kept to herself and besides tonight, not worn the any pants that were as tight as the ones her sister wore proudly.

Figuring he had admired her outfit enough he couldn't help but look over at the clubhouse doors which were closed and pretty far away from them, not alot of people were outside like when Tig had arrived, majority of the crow eaters had enough liquid courage to go after the member they thought was the hottest, there was many ladies to choose from tonight, all of his brothers would wake up with a grin on their face in the morning, besides the ones who were 'happily' married and whipped to s**t. He wasn't as hyped up about the certain creepy Tacoma member that was inside but he knew if an anger rised in him at all tonight, because of the booze or for any other random reason, Tig would be after him like a zombie after flesh.

As she asked him if he could see her in a suit, he laughed himself, as he got deeper into his beer and she got closer, he really could almost see her in nothing. "Just curious, haven't really seen you hanging off anyone arm in forever, part of the club or not, your not looking?" It was good looking girls like her that made him realise how hard it really must have been to find the 'right' guy, if she couldn't find a guy, with or without Jason's approval, he was never going to find the 'right' girl.

"Worried?" he shook his head and tilted the beer, honey ale running between his parted lips. He didn't really know the answer himself, was he worried? Was there much to worry about? It was nice to know if she did find a guy it would probably be around the clubhouse, he didn't believe it was right for her dad to want her to find someone out of the club lifestyle, it wasn't fair for her to fall for someone who wouldn't accept her family that wasn't blood. He couldn't imagine how much that would have sucked for anyone, not just her. He couldn't help but wonder when Donna grew up, how much she would want to be with Ope the more he got involved.

"As sick as it sounds, everyone needs to ******** and I know for a fact your not ********] he chuckled and pointed a finger at her, returning it to push his sunglasses properly against his face. "You're going to need to let go soon, i'm sure I can find you someone who can help in that department." It was true, anyone at the party, even some females would have jumped at the opportunity. "Not that i'm saying you would have problems finding them, maybe you just need a push?"


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                                      Yeah well, that made two of them. He was sure as hell glad he wasn’t Donna either. From where he was sitting, if she didn’t leave now she’d end up getting in a cat fight if someone else came by. Given how he and women were like moths to a flame, it was only a matter of time. He didn’t feel up to breaking up any fights tonight. He could have done a lot worse for company anyways. Skyla wasn’t a pain to be around, she didn’t fawn over him, she was human. Hell he was sure that even his mother liked her more than she liked most girls.

                                      For someone who claimed they didn’t have to leave now, she seemed pretty excited by the prospect of actually going. But maybe it was the tequila talking. Skyla grabbed his hands and threw them up in the air and Jax couldn’t help but laugh. “Pink, eh? I could probably pull it off.” Not that he’d actually let her paint his nails, but what was the harm in playing along? Even if the thought was kind of horrific. She seemed to be in a good mood, and Jax was never one to be the killjoy.

                                      “How ‘bout this. You show me those sketches and I’ll take one of those beers. We’ll go from there.”
                                      Jax said with a cocky smile. Was her mom home tonight? Big Jason was in the clubhouse, and Mads was too. Ah hell – who cared? “But before we go anywhere.” Jax paused and began to pull his arms through the SAMCRO reaper hoodie that he’d picked up at the bar. At one point that shirt he’d shown up in just hadn’t cut it. He pulled his arms out, then yanked it over his head. Then being the (almost perfect) gentleman that he was, he held the hoodie out to Sky. “If we’re walking you’re wearing it. Gonna freeze my a** off just looking at you.”

                                      Of course, the hoodie would cover up all that skin that she’d been showing off, which he’d noticed and appreciated from afar. But it was chilly and he was just being nice. Even if the booze was keeping her warm now, it wasn’t that short of a walk back. It would look good on her anyways. In his opinion on the right woman a hoodie looked just as good as any dress did. Skyla was definitely that type. She could probably pull of a garbage bag if she wanted to. She’d always been cute, but over the last few years she’d entered a category of her own. The type of girl that made others jealous. He’d even overheard Tara and Donna talk about the SAMCRO daughter a time or two, going on about her looks and s**t like that.

                                      It kind of surprised him that there wasn’t anyone swooping in to save her right now. A girl like her, you’d think she had a boyfriend. As far as Jax and the rest of the world knew, she didn’t. Which was more than a little strange. “Come on,” He said as he stood up taking her wrist and carefully pulling her up with him. “Lets go before you go street fighter on some poor crow eater’s a**.” He looked over his shoulder at some of the straggling woman as he said it.



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                                                    His question was almost like salt in an open wound. Almost. She didn’t object to the idea of a boyfriend. Hell, it sounded nice. Someone around to screw around with, keep you company, do s**t with. The problem was while there were probably plenty of guys who shared her views, they probably wouldn’t actually share them with her. She’d been nothing but honest when she’d mentioned how most of the guys in town saw her, just another crow eater. Maybe she looked and talked the part every once and awhile but she definitely didn’t act it. For whatever reason she’d quickly built up a rep of being poor girlfriend material.

                                                    Of course a relationship wasn’t mandatory. Even if her mother would have had a heart attack if she’d ever heard her say it. It just seemed like so much work, especially since she knew that outside the MC’s little world, she’d need to work her a** off to prove her worth. By ‘working’ she would be acting like something that she wasn’t. Having to fake it would be the equivalent of taking away a members cut. It would be horrible, heart breaking, soul shattering, things like that. It just felt safer to not even try. Which was why neither Tig nor anyone else had seen her hanging off some guys arm over the last little while.

                                                    She drank while he spoke. Or, she tried to drink. She kind of ended up choking when he brought up her sex life. Well, lack there of. She wasn’t sure why he’d caught her off guard. It was Tig, this s**t was his bread and butter. But he had done it all the same. Madison silently ordered herself not to blush, because for a second there she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. Yeah, guilty as charged. It had been more than a few weeks since she’d last gotten any. Something that she tried not to remind herself of.

                                                    She quickly scraped together what composure she had left. “A push.” Madison echoed, shaking with laughter. Was he joking though? She couldn’t tell. The beer more or less butchered any logic which would have told her to keep her mouth shut, but she had never been the type of leave well enough alone.

                                                    “Totally hypothetical. But say I did let you pimp me out. Who the hell would you try and set me up with?” She didn’t see Tig as the matchmaker type at all. In fact, that could either end up being amusing or just plain bad. If she wanted she could probably go in and snare someone, but she’d need to find someone interesting first. Maybe not interesting…but there had to be some sort of draw there. She looked over at Tigger, genuinely curious.

                                                    Madison remembered their earlier conversation. If you could have even called it that. It was their usual teasing. “Y’know…if I remember correctly you said something about showing me what I need.” She tilted her head back and finished her brew, letting out a short laugh. He had said it, hadn’t he? The fact that she’d even brought it up…it would have made a slightly less…tipsy version of herself groan. But hey, it was relevant. Not that she expected him to go anywhere with it, or even remember that he’d said it in the first place. She was just screwing with him.


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                                                  It had been awhile since she had brought a guy back to her house, Jax wasn't going there for the same reasons but he was still one of the few guys that had made it inside without her faher sniffing them out. Mads and her had joked about shoving towels into the cracks under their doors so that her dad coudn't catch the scent of their very unwelcome quests. Skyla had always been glad that her mother came from a wealthy family, their house in Charming had always been big and easy to sneak in and out of without being heard. The rooms were far apart and that had it perks, Skyla always turned up her tunes so her Dad wouldn't hear any voices coming from her room, considering how loud Jason listened to the TV she had only been caught once, it wasn't a pretty scene.

                                                  It was nice of him to offer her the sweater, even if he could get them for free. If he had just handed them out to all the girls he hung around with, she wouldn't be the only around the clubhouse wearing one. She could see all the croweaters wearing the same sweaters, some wearing two or three, it would be a new fad around the clubhouse, a competition. Her mind always tended to travel to strange ideas and scenes, being creative always put the weirdest thing in her head, when she had turned 18 and gone into a sex shop for the first time with friends, she was the only one who could look at the strange objects and know what they did right off the bat.

                                                  If she hadn't been so excited to go home she might have payed more mind to what her sister and Tigs were up to in the garage, she had noticed the little distance between them but just brushed it off as soethig innocent, if she had heard what the member had whispered into her sisters ear, her reaction to them hanging out would have been differnt. If she woke up in the morning and remembered seeing them so close to eachother, Mads would have alot of question thrown at her in the morning, if she ended up coming home. Jason had already beat his brother in an arm wrestle that night, if he had walked outside and seen him so close to Madison, he would have literally beat him half to death. Seeing Jason mad was not something Sky ever liked to stick around and watch, he had held in a lot of pain in his life, with the club and his childhood. It was scary to see him flip his lid, even when someone deserved it, his youngest never wanted to see what damage he was really capable of.

                                                  For the second time that night his arm hung over her shoulders, it didn't make her nearly as nervous as the first time he had done it. A cold hand slid into the front pocket of his sweater for warmth and discovered the pack of smokes and lighter, to lazy to get her own she pulled out the pack and two of the cigarettes soon after. "Hope you don't mind me helping myself, I have some at home." Sharing smokes had always been something they had done at a younger age, at school when one of them didn't have any, the other would share theirs and vice versa. Handing one out to him she lit her own, not noticing the look the brunette had given Jax, "Hm?" Thinking he was talking to her she looked up from the flame and noticed the sneer that was sent his way, a bitchy look was never attractive, the girl just made herself look even worse. Sky wanted to say something as she walked away but knew it wasn't needed, he wasn't her guy and he could handle his own s**t.

                                                  As they continued to walk away from the clubhouse her arm slipped around his waist, her side hitting his. It was hard to walk beside him without some support, she didn't have the best balance at the moment. "Well at least we don't have to walk far." It was true, her house was closer to the clubhouse than alot of the members, Jason was decided it was best, her mother hated it, she wanted to be in the city but no one else in the family was leaving Charming. "That chick really seemed to hate you, you know her well or somethin'?"





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