Fuck I thought as I dropped the bottle again. Bartending school. What the hell convinced me to do this? Oh right the money. The chance at a escape from this small ass town.
"Hold the bottle a little lower and you'll get it" my instructor said from behind me. I was staying after hours to try and get this bottle tossing down and I almost had it but kept messing up on the last spin. It was late and my arms were starting to hurt but I wasn't going to stop. The lure of Europe and travel was just at my fingertips. I put the bottle down and rubbed my temples as the headache set in. It was my last day, I needed to get this down. My instructor told me to take a break so I grabbed my headphones and walked to the front. I pulled my pack of smokes out and after lighting one I felt the stress slowly leave my body. I didn't smoke often. Almost never but I had them by for moments like this.
My phone buzzed and I looked down to see my best friend Mia texting me.
How's the bottle tossing going?
I smiled and typed out a reply.
It sucks. I almost have it but mess up at the end
Mia had taken the class with me. She took to it pretty well and was already working in a high end bar downtown. I wasn't jealous though. She had always been the one to pick up skills quicker than me. Except people skills. While I could happily talk to everyone she couldn't. She would just grunt at them or ignore them all together. She wasn't a people person. But she fared well enough.
Don't worry you'll get it. She wrote. Always encouraging Mia.
I smiled and was just about to write back when a blinding white light hit me. Instinctively I squinted my eyes and put my hand up. Without thinking I snapped out.
"Hey asshole turn off your brights!" I yelled. I was normally nice but when it came to stupid drivers I got a bit angry.
The lights turned off and as my vision cleared I saw it was two motorcycles. Nice ones too. I finished off my smoke and after stubbing it out I walked back into the school not even bothering talking to the riders.
"You ready to have another go at it?" John my instructor asked. I nodded and went back to my station.
I was so focused on my tossing that I didn't notice the men who walked in.
"Fuck yes!" I yelled when I was able to get the toss down. I turned towards John and saw him raise his eyebrows. Then I noticed the other two men. They were both tall. But one had shoulder length blonde hair and a mustache. The other had curly black hair and insanely blue eyes. Both had vests on. The vests of the Sons of Anarchy biker gang that ruled the small town of Charming. They were known to be harsh and unforgiving rider's. And I had called them assholes.
Fuck I thought as my skin went cold and the bottle fell from my hand.
AN: So this story has been pre-written as a gift to my best friend. I didn't plan on posting it but then thought what the hell why not. This is my first and possibly only SOA fic. Hope you all enjoy. Btw it's going to be a TigXOC and JaxXOC but will mainly focus on Tig. You'll meet our main lady in the next chapter this is just a teaser to how well this story May be accepted. :)