****So, I must be insane to post another story while I still have two I am working on. I won't be able to update this one as often because the other two are my priorities, but it's fun to write and a nice break. I hope you like it! I don't own anything SOA****

Rachel leaned forward on the counter and rested her head on her hands. She was two seconds of boredom away from falling asleep right there. "Ugh!" She whined to herself. She glanced at the clock for the twelfth time in four minutes. The day was dragging endlessly.

Working here was not what she wanted to do when she "grew up". It was just something in the meantime until she got there, kind of like her own personal purgatory. She was going part time to college in her hometown of Lodi and working at this shitty little convenience store to get her through it. Her parents had both passed away so she was forced to do the best she could with what she had, and at this point it wasn't much, but she wasn't one to complain. Except when she was bored. She hated being bored. And for the most part she could usually keep busy but today she was bored of being bored, bored of thinking of things she could do, she just wanted to take a nap.

She closed her eyes for just a tiny little second, never intending to really nap, when she heard the sounds of motorcycles pulling into her parking lot. Great, bikers. They always thought they were so cool with their little matching vests and gloves, acting like they owned the place. But at least she wasn't bored anymore.

The door dinged as two of them came inside. The first one was a long haired blond with his sunglasses still on, strutting in like he was the hottest thing on the planet. Granted he did look pretty good, but his demeanor was a major turn off. The second one was a shorter heavier man who seemed to be lost behind his mammoth hair and beard.

"Can I help you guys?" She asked them, pretending to actually care if they needed help.

"Yes you can darlin," The blond said coming up to her counter and just standing there, waiting. Was this guy for real? She looked behind him and saw the other man opening each refrigerator door to look for what he needed, you can't just look through the see through glass? She turned her gaze back to the blond and saw that he had removed his sunglasses. His eyes were sparkling at her, trying to charm her without saying a word. She looked at him, her eyebrows raised, wondering when he was going to finish his sentence.

"So, what do you need help with?" She asked, raising her voice up an octave at the end of her sentence, hesitant to make it a question.

"Can I get a pack of smokes?" He pointed up at the brand he wanted with a mischievous grin on his face. This guy had way too much happiness for her liking. She peeked behind him again and watched the older man stand with the case open for what seemed like forever, ugh this might be worse than being bored.

"You looking for something in particular?" She called out to the older man, the boredom creeping up into her voice. Please stop opening all the cases and letting all the cold air out.

"Yeah, I don't know, I don't know what I'm feelin like."

"So, Rachel," The blond started, staring at her scribbled name written on her nametag, "Ever go for a ride?" Ugh, she couldn't.

"Yeah, but I stopped riding bikes when I was like 9 or so." She answered, hoping he would stop. She was used to being hit on at the convenience store. Even with her green Snack Stop t-shirt they still couldn't resist her. Maybe it was the way she thoughtlessly threw her chestnut hair into a sloppy messy bun, she was sure that must look crazy sexy to any man. Or maybe it was her ray of sunshine attitude that seemed to seep out of every pore of her being.

He was still standing there grinning. Couldn't he tell that she wasn't buying it? "Maybe it's time you started again," You would think he had just won the lottery with the face he was trying to throw at her.

"Is that the best you got?" She asked him seriously.

"No darlin, but I'd be happy to show you the best I got," He threw right back at her. She looked around, hoping to find a pin to burst his ego with.

"Ugh, thanks but as incredibly charming as you are, my boyfriend wouldn't appreciate that." Maybe that lie would stop him. His smile faded slightly as he stared at her, his eyes narrowing, She quickly glanced away so he wouldn't figure out her truth.

"So you're not going to go for a drink with my son?" The older man said walking up to the counter, putting his energy drink down and sliding it towards her. His son?

"I…" She stammered, majorly confused by the fact that they could possibly be related.

The older man took a five out of his wallet and slid it next to his drink, "I just found out I am cancer free and we are going out to celebrate, you should come, I haven't seen my boy look so happy in months."

The blond turned to his father grinning and put his arm around his shoulder. He did seem to be overly chipper, wow she felt like an asshole.

"Oh wow, congratulations," She said to the older man. She was sorry she had been so annoyed by him wasting all that cold air.

"Yeah, congratulations Pop." The blond squeezed his dad's shoulder tight into him. They stared at each other with the happiest looks on their faces, she raised an eyebrow at the spectacle going on before her.

"Well I'm working, so I can't really…."

"What time are you off?" The blond interrupted to ask her.

"10."

"Ok, we will be across the street at that bar over there, come join us at 10." He shot her a big smirk and the men walked out the door, not giving her the chance to say no.

10:00 came and Rachel decided to make a beeline to her car. They had probably been drinking two hours already so they wouldn't even notice if she…

"Rachel!" She heard someone yell from across the street. Damn this guy was persistent. She turned and saw him standing outside smoking.

"Yeah, just grabbing something out of my car." She didn't know anything about these guys, her brother would kill her for sure….her brother. Shit. She forgot to text him what time she was getting off. At 27 he was five years older than her and thought that meant he was her dad or something. He worked for a construction company and spent most of his nights at his girlfriend's house but when he was home he expected her to be too. She pulled out her cell phone and scrolled to find his messages:

Going to be a little late, grabbing a drink with a friend.

She left it at that, he would give her hell if he knew she was going to a bar with a couple of bikers that she didn't even know. He always told her to stay away from them, saying they were into bad shit and were more of a gang than a harmless hobby. But she really saw no way of avoiding it and she had to admit they kind of amused her.

What friend? And where? Your ass better be here before 2.

She ignored him, she would just say she left her phone in the car. She looked up and saw the blond staring at her, waiting for her to come over. Alright, alright.

She shut her car door and went over to where he was waiting, already done with his cigarette.

"Should I be worried about you killing me or anything? I'd just like to get that out of the way right now."

He laughed at that, "No darlin, that's not what you need to worry about."

What the hell did that mean? "Alright, well, you should know that I don't handle my alcohol like a lady."

"Looking forward to it," He smirked in response. Damn that smirk, it was annoying as hell but really attractive. She knew that he probably picked up women everywhere he went. She should let him in on the secret that it is much more attractive when you act like you don't know how hot you are.

"Maybe you should tell me your name or show me some sort of photo id or something so I can text my friend in case I don't come home tonight." She told him as they were walking inside.

"Jax." He answered, strutting his way to the bar where his father was sitting. She should probably also tell him that the strut was reeking of cockiness, maybe he should rethink that too.

"Rachel!" Danny, the bartender called out to her in greeting. Great. She had been hoping he wasn't working tonight, he would tell her brother for sure. Oh well.

"Hey Danny what's going on?" She asked him, forcing herself to be polite. Danny was quite the washwoman, always searching for information and then telling the town all of your business.

"Same old," He answered, sliding her a beer.

"Rachel, glad you could join us," The older man greeted her, "I'm Bobby."

"Nice to formally meet you Bobby." She smiled at him, he seemed pretty harmless. She wondered how he raised Jax to be so over the top.

"You here with these guys?" Danny asked her.

"Yeah Danny, it's harmless."

"Jimmy is going to shit himself."

Jax was looking at her. Ugh it was already time to leave if this is how it was going to be, and she had only gotten through two sips of her beer.

"Wouldn't be the first time," She answered trying to shut him up.

"Who's Jimmy, your boyfriend?" Jax asked, obviously interested in what Danny had to say.

"No, she doesn't have a boyfriend."

Thank. You. Danny.

"Really?" Jax remarked, she never realized the word had so many syllables, hisstupid smirk spreading over his face again.

"I was trying to get you to leave."

"Well darlin, you should know it's not that easy."

"Well you should know that I'm not very polite and I don't follow directions."

"You should know that's really attractive."

"Well you should know that I don't like long hair, blonds, motorcycles, or cockiness."

"I love challenges."

"I don't."

"You should know her brother will kick your ass, there's a reason she looks like that and is still single." Danny piped up, no one asking for his two cents.

"Don't think Jax is too worried about that, can we get a round of shots?" Bobby asked him, making him busy with something.

Jax was still eyeing her, making her uncomfortable. "Yeah I know I look really hot in my Snack Stop shirt, but can you give it a rest, you're making my sexiness tired."

She could see Bobby chuckling over his beer.

"Funny. But if you look this hot not trying at all I can only imagine darlin." He answered her, obviously not afraid of her snarkiness.

"Yeah, you can only imagine."

"Here's your shots," Danny said putting three down in front of them. There was no way this would end well for her, but it might make it a little more fun.

"To being cancer free," Bobby announced grabbing his shot. Ugh God that poor man.

"That's awesome," She said grabbing hers.

"To all the opportunities being cancer free can bring you." Jax lifted his, smiling big.