Chapter 1

Logan Henderson got out of the bright yellow taxi with a big yawn, tossing the driver $30 and telling him to keep the change. She threw her heavy duffle bag over her right shoulder and grabbed the handle of her suitcase equip with wheels, heading towards the main lobby of the hotel she would be staying at for the time being.

"Welcome to the Ramada!" the woman greeted at the counter. She was tan with dark hair. She had on bright red lipstick that matched the scarf she wore with her dress suit. She was an overly happy person who Logan was going to try and avoid while she stayed here.

"Hi, Henderson. I have a king smoking room rented for a few weeks." The woman, who names was Lydia, searched the computer for the reservation. Upon finding it she took Logan's credit card information, just incase she happened to damage the room. The woman handed over two room keys to her and directed towards the elevator that would take her to her room on the fourth floor.

Standing in silence as a mediocre elevator tune played, Logan watched as the numbers lit up in elevation; 1,2,3 and finally 4, followed by a ding and the doors opening. She exited, dragging her bags behind her. She followed the hallway with rooms 418-435. She approched room 420, a chuckle coming out from under her breath. How ironic she thought. She slid the key card into the door and it lit up green, allowing her access. She tumbled into the room, throwing her bags onto the big bed, and locking the door behind her. She needed a shower desperately. The 8 hour flight took a huge tole on her and she felt lined with grime.

She turned on the shower, leaving the bathroom to go through her bags and find clothes while the water warmed up. Her plans for the evening were to shower and find some of the local bars, and, hopefully, some local greenery. She had smoked all she had left before boarding her flight, over fear of being busted with it. She just got this great new job with the newspaper in Charming and the last thing she needed was a drug charge just days before she was scheduled to start.

After picking out a simple, yet sexy, bar approved outfit, she headed into the shower. Taking a quick shower, she quickly wrapped a towel around her body and one around her hair, heading back into the main room. Pulling the towel out of her hair, 26 inches of thick dark brown hair cascaded down, flowing over her sunkissed back and shoulders. She let the body towel drop; she was always one to prefer airdrying.

Fluffing her hair with one hand, she reached down and grabbed her bra with the other, slinging it over one arm, followed by the other and fastening it. She contemplated wearing underwear for a moment, deciding if her shorts were going to be too tight and she's have an underwear line. A thong was just the right amount. She slid on her baby blue rhinestone covered thong, followed by her short and tight denim shorts, with a few holes in them. She pulled her tank top over her head, struggling to pull it down over her breasts. Having C-cups and being a size 2 was never an easy task for Logan.

After getting it on and adjusted she looked in the mirror, checking for all angles to make sure she was bar appropriate. Her mid-drift was revieled, just a little; less than an inch, just enough for the bottom dangle of her belly button ring to be shown. She put on a light layer of face powder, eye-liner and mascara. Fluffing her hair one last time, she grabbed her wallet, her key card and her cell phone, slipping on flip flops and heading out of the hotel.

She checked in the lobby to see if there were any maps or directories as to where all the bars would be. It was useless; the only thing she saw was about the Charming history and how many family activities there are in the area. She sighed, exiting the building. She called for a taxi, who she hoped would know where some good bars were.

"Where to?" the driver was female, and, unlike the last driver, spoke excellent English.

"Do you know any bars around here? I'm new to the area and have no clue about anything." The cab driver paused for a minute, racking her brain.

"What kind of bars? Classy steak dinner bars? Frat and sorority bars? Club bars? Green friendly bars?" Logans eyes lit up.

She leaned up and whispered to the cab driver, "You mean green, like, weed?" The cab driver chuckled as she nodded. "That. Yes. I need weed. Good weed." The driver heading north to one place she knew, by Logans looks, she would be welcome. And they did happen to have really good weed, amoung other things.

After about a 10 minute drive she pulled over to a curb outside of a darker looking bar. Logan paid her hesitantly, wondering how much she should really trust this womans judgement. Oh well she though. Too late to puss out now.

"Hey," the cab driver stopped her before she walked away. "Tell 'em Gemmas friend Tracy brought you." Logan nodded and Tracy, the cab driver whose name she learned about two seconds prior, drove away.

She slowly approached the iron door, seeing if there was any other entrance. She swallowed the lump in her throat and knocked on the door. In seconds a slit on the door open and all she could see were a set of stone-cold brown eyes staring down at her short 5'3" self.

"Who the fuck are you?" the eyes yelled through the door. Logan could hear loud music and pool balls slapping together and she could smell cigarettes and.. Weed!

"Uh, Gemmas friend Tracy brought me here." The eye hole shut and the voice disppeared into the distance, yelling for this mystery person Gemma. After a few seconds the door opened, the stone-cold eyes taking on an entire human form of a tough burly man, with a gorgeous older brunette standing next to him, who Logan assumed was Gemma.

"Tracy brought you here?" the woman asked. She spoke with such authority Logan took a moment to respond.

"Uh, y-yes. I told her I was, uh, looking for some stuff to, uh, smoke. Kind of like a cigarette, ya know." Gemma and the man looked at her like she was a stupid child. Just as she was ready to turn away, Gemma pulled out a joint, lit it up and blew smoke into Logans face.

"Well, come on in." She waved her through the door. The man held the door open for her, motioning his hand out this it was okay for her to come in. The atmosphere changed drastically and she felt much more welcome; like it was an actual bar and she was actually allowed to be there.

She followed Gemma down a hallway to an area filled with people and smoke. Men all in matching jackets that read "Sons of Anarchy" and "California". She swallowed another lump. They had bike clubs back home in New Jersey, but nothing like this. She saw very few women; 6 all together, including herself and Gemma, and 3 of those girls were bartenders. As she walked behind Gemma, she caught the attention of most of the members, looking her up and down. Some giving her a barely-there 'welcome' smile, and others looking at her like a piece of meat they couldn't wait to cook up and devour.

"What do you want to drink?" Gemma asked, passing a joint to her. She was a bit thrown off guard. She grabbed the joint, hit it, and replied, "Captain and water, little bit of ice." Gemma smirked at her and took the joint back.

Gemma brought her drink to her, walking out from behind the bar. She handed it and the joint to Logan, taking a seat and motioning for her to do the same. Logan sat down on the leather bar stool next to Gemma, passing the joint back and taking a drink of her captin.

"So," Gemma exhaled. "I'm guessing Tracy was your cab driver?" Logan nodded. "Well, she was good judgement, so anyone she brings to us is just fine. We'll figure out your trust one way or another. Tracy knows we're good company to keep around." Logan felt her head change and realized just how good this weed was. She may have only met this woman a few minutes ago, but she liked her. Not to mention, a few of the members weren't so bad looking themselves. A particular blonde man caught her eye. And her stare caught Gemmas eye. She smirked, following her gaze to her son, Jax.

"Jax, baby." she yelled. Oh fuck Logan thought. She just caught me staring at her man. Well, that's on way to piss a biker chick off.

"Yeah, ma?" he responded as he approached. Logans blood pressure started dropping back down when she heard him call Gemma mom.

"Jax, this is," she still hadn't gotten the girls name. She looked at her with questioning eyes.

"Logan!" she threw her hand out to shake his, a smile on her face. He softly smiled back, firmly took her hand and placing a kiss on it.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Jax, Gemmas son. I've, uh, never seen you around town. Drifter? On vaction?" Logan shook her head, quickly swallowing down the last bit of her drink. Gemma motioned for the blonde bartender to refill it.

"No, I actually just moved here. Your moms friend Tracy helped me get here. I've had just a hard time finding weed and she said I was in the best hands here." Her second drink was on the bar, and within seconds, to her lips.

Jax chuckled. "That's very true. My moms the biggest tree smoker in all of Charming." Gemma was too busy watching this girl drink down Captain just like it was water, impressed. Most of the girls that come into the club, aside from Gemm herself, didn't drink or smoke. They'd hit a bong here or there or drink a Malibu and OJ every once in a while. Gemma could see Logan was going to be a regular, and so far, she didn't mind.

"Well, I live in Charming now, so we might have to share that title." She joked. Silence. Logans face turned red. Gemma and Jax glanced at each other, and then back to Logan.

"Sweetie, don't trouble yourself." Gemma said, lighting up another joint. Logan was silent. "Are you willing to back your shit up?" Gemma leaned back in the bar stool and exhaled.

"Ma, you know she can't keep up with that." Jax joined in. Logan felt a bit offended. She finished her drink in one chug, and wiped her mouth.

"How much is a half?" she asked Gemma. She thought for a moment.

"$150." Logan pulled out her wallet and counted out three 50 dollar bills, handing them over to Gemma. She slid it into her pocket and disappered back into a hallway. Jax took her seat, trying to carry on conversation with Logan. The redheaded bartender brought her third drinking over, barely having enough tie to set it down before Logan had it in her hand.

"So where did you move from?" He asked her, putting his beer to his lips.

"New Jersey. I graduated college and got a job out here and, well, here I am." She took another drink of her drink.

Jax nodded. "Charming is very different place." But she would find that all out on her own soon enough.

"So I've heard. So do you smoke?" She noticed he hadn't hit the joint.

He nodded. "I do, but I only really use pieces. I'm not a big fan or papers, unless it's a fat blunt." Logan was the same, and oh boy did she love blunts. "I have a 4 part perculater bong at my place. It hits great."

Maybe this is a little too soon.. "Weird question, but could I smoke at your place? I'm staying in a hotel right now and don't feel like paying an extra couple hundred dollars for getting busted for smoking weed in my room." Jax chuckled as he nodded.

"As long as you're gonna smoke your shit with me." Logan smiled, finshing off her third drink. The bartender had a fourth infront of her before she swallowed the last drink down. Gemma came back with a half oz weighed up in a bag and a perfectly rolled blunt in hand. She lit it up and tossed the bag to Logan. Gemma hit the blunt twice, passed it to Jax, who hit it, and then passed it to Logan, who was half way through her fourth drink.

"You wanna come back to my place and smoke with us, ma?" The blunt was back to Gemma and she nodded. "Are you gonna bring Clay?" Jax asked, rolling his eyes. His step-father and him didn't get along so well, not only because he was his step-father, but because he was president of SAMCRO while Jax was vice-president. They butted heads all the time and fought worse than cats and dogs.

"Would you prefer I don't?" she asked, intentionally passing up Jax and giving the blunt back to Logan. She was finally starting to feel buzzed from all her drinks and all the smoke that has passed in and out of her lungs.

Jax shrugged. "I don't care, he's just not my favorite company." Gemma took the hint. She handed the blunt to him and stood up.

"I'm just gonna go home for the night. I have a long day tomorrow. Love ya kid." she gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I hope to see you soon." she told Logan. She smiled and gave Gemma a softwave.

"Do you wanna get out of here? I have some beer and a bottle at my place too." Logan nodded, standing up from the bar stool. She chugged her drink down and set her glass down. She pulled out a cigarette and lit it up.

"Is anyone else coming?" Jax raised his eye brow to here.

"Do you want other people to?" he asked. She shrugged.

"I don't care, I was just asking." he paused for a second, then walked over to a guy and the only other female who wasn't behind the bar. She watched them have a quick conversation, and then follow him back over.

"This is Opie, and his old lady. They're gonna come with us." Logan smiled to the girl, who smiled big back. The group headed out the door Logan came in, and walked back into a parking lot filled with bikes. She swallowed a lump in her throat.

"Uh..." she was hesitant. Jax chuckled at her as she strattled the bike. He forfitted his helmet, handing it to her. She was in shorts and a tank top and flip flops for God sakes. She casually stumbled over to the bike, throwing on the helmet and getting on behind Jax. She didn't want to get too close to him, but he fixed that. He reached his hands back, grabbing both her thighs and pulling her down close to him.

"You gotta hold on tight." he told her. She scooted as close as possible and wrapped her arms around his torso, squeezing. He started the bike with rumble, and they were headed to his house.

So, taking advice from a complete stranger cab driver wasn't a terrible idea.

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