Disclaimer: I don't own anything recognizably SOA. That belongs to the genius that is Kurt Sutter. The man who mindfucked us all for 7 awesome seasons.
A/N: I'm writing this because it's therapeutic to me and less annoying than actually therapy. Any hate about my writing you can keep to yourself because I will continue to write this until its over or I get bored. Also I have no draft for this story. I am literally making this up as I go. So…whatever happens we'll all be surprised together. There is profanity in this so be warned. I have the tendency to curse like a sailor.
Also this is my first attempt at a SOA fanfic. So…yeah.
Prologue: Intro
All I wanted out of life was a family. But what I ended up with was mother who was more concerned about perfecting her gold digging skills. I'd basically been raising myself for as long as I could remembered. My mother only dealt me when nosey ass, I mean concerned teachers butted into my home life thinking it would shed some light on why I acted like I did in school. When I was 16 I got myself emancipated from my mother. I'd been on my own ever since. In spite of the naysayers I made out of high school and college. Now I was ready to start my new life in a place I had never been on the other side of the country…..Charming, California.
Chapter 1: Welcome to Charming
"You must be the new maternity nurse?" asked a woman I didn't know yet.
"Yeah. I'm Rizzo. And you are?" I replied while trying to ignore the look on her when I said my name. Damn my mother and her love of Grease.
"Dr. Tara Knowles." She replied. "If you'll follow me this way, we'll get you acquainted with the floor." I followed Dr. Knowles around while she explained varies this to me. She was explaining that I would be shadowing her and another nurse around for a few days. Apparently I was there to replace the nurse that worked personally with Dr. Knowles because she was going somewhere else. I found out that Dr. Knowles was respected doctor and very good at what she did.
I had been working at St. Thomas hospital for r about a week and settling into a comfortable routine with Dr. Knowles when she invited me to a party. I was lamenting to one of the other nurses that I needed to have some fun when Dr. Knowles overheard and extended the invitation. I was a little shocked. Dr. Knowles didn't seem like the type that had fun. She seemed wound just a little too tight in the time that I'd come in contacted with her. I exchanged numbers with the good doctor so she could call me with the details for the party. I needed to know time, day & location so I could actually attend.
The next day I received a phone call. "Yeah it's Dr. Knowles." I didn't need her to introduce herself. She was the only person who had my number thus far. "Oh, hey. Take it your calling me about party details?" I answered. I got all the info from D. Knowles. The party was tonight and she offered to drive which was cool with me because I was still relatively new in town. Charming maybe small but I had such a horrible sense of direction I got lost going to the mailbox. Later that night I had my first visitor since arriving in town. Dr. Knowles was standing on my porch in jeans, boots, a nice tank and a leather jacket on. The ever-present ponytail she had at work was gone. She looked good. "Come in doctor." I said while moving out of the way so she could enter the house. "It's Tara. This is social call not a professional one." She replied. "In that case I'm just Rizzo." Tara always said nurse in front of my name at the hospital. "I gotta ask you something Rizzo" Tara said with a questioning look on her face. "You wanna know about my name?" Tara nodded. "My mother is in love with the movie Grease. Glad I wasn't a boy or I'd would been Kanicky." Tara laughed. "Well thank God for small graces. Looking good by the way Riz." Tara responded. Tara was already calling me a nickname. Great. I was looking good though. I had on jeans so tight I had to jump in them. A black corset trimmed in red lace, black leather jacket and my favorite pair of red fuck me heels. "Thanks. Not bad yourself." I answered while grabbing my essentials and put them either in my pockets or bra. I didn't carry a purse when I went out. One less thing to carry around or keep track of while wasted. We headed out to Tara car and were on our way.
On the way Tara was informing about where we were going. "So the party is actually a weekly thing my boyfriend and his friends throw on Fridays. It can get pretty rowdy so if you wanna bail at any time let me know. I'll try to keep you in my line of sight but if you get lost you have my number. Also some of the guys can be a little crude so don't judge me by the company I keep." Tara was explaining. "I can take care of myself if we get separated. I can handle crude. I'll be fine. I'll being having so much that when Nurse Rizzo comes back you won't believe I'm the same person." Tara laughed at my comment. "That's good to know because I didn't bring Doctor Knowles with me." We both laughed at that one.
Tara pulled her vehicle into the lot of Teller-Morrow Automotive. I vaguely remember passing it in my own ride. I got out of Tara's car and surveyed my surroundings. I saw barely dressed woman, motorcycles and a lot of leather. Clearly I was at a biker party. Tara's cool factor just went up. Dr. Knowles and Tara were definitely two sides to the same coin. "C'mon let get the intros outta the way before anyone's to shitfaced to remember names." Tara said, grabbing my arm and leading me inside what I could only assume was a MC clubhouse. When we got inside my assumption was confirmed.
"Hey babe." A mouthwatering blonde said to Tara before hugging her and damn near burying his tongue in her throat. I cleared my throat to remind Tara I was standing not three inches away. I wasn't a prude but I had enough common courtesy to want to be t=introduced to someone before I openly stared at them sucking the lips off someone. Tara pulled herself away from her man with a laugh. "Rizzo this is Jackson. Jax this is the nurse I told you about." Jax looked at me with that questioning look most people get when they hear my name. I had a feeling I was going to get a lot of that look tonight. "Nice to meet you. Tara's told me a lot about you." Jax said with a smile. Shit, blondie had a megawatt smile that I'm sure had woman within a fifty mile radius ready to drop their panties. "Hope she didn't hype me up too much. Hate to tarnish whatever image she's build up for me by getting shitfaced tonight." I replied, shaking the hand Jax had extended toward me. They both laughed. "Whatever happens here won't be held against you Riz." Tara said. "Good to know. Before you introduce to anyone else I'm gonna need liquor."
Jax lead us over to the bar that took up majority of the space on the side of the room it occupied. I had my drink in hand when I felt Tara tapping my shoulder. "Incoming. Ready for more intros?" she asked. I took a sip of my drink and nodded. "Who's the new girl?" asked a guy with dark hair and blue eyes. Dude I was eye fucking the shit out of me and I was a little annoyed because he didn't even know my name yet. "Tig, Rizzo. Rizzo, Tig." Tara said by way of introduction. "Nice to meet you, Doll." Tig said extended his hand. "I'd hope so considering you've been eye fucking me since you walked over." I said laughing and taking his hand. Tig laughed also. "I like her." Tig said. I saw in the process of assessing Tig's attractiveness when I swarm of people descended on me. What seemed like a million questions about who I was seemed to fired at Tara in rapid succession. "Everyone this is Rizzo. Rizzo everybody." I waved and continued to sip with my drink. Without names there wasn't much I could actually say and saying 'nice to meet you' seemed suddenly lame.
The night wore on and the party did get rowdy like Tara said. I was well on my way to being shitfaced when a very sexy, tattooed man that I'd been previously introduced to approached me. "Enjoying yourself?" The man asked with a raspy voice. That damn voice had the same effect as Jax's megawatt smile. I smiled my sexiest, flirtiest smile. "Yeah. Could be better though." I replied. The man smirked. Shit! The smirk, the tattoos, the voice…I was definitely making a bad decision tonight that was going to lead to the morning walk of shame. "How so? I'm Happy by the way." Happy said extending his hand my way. I shook it. "Rizzo. And I can show better than I can tell you." With that Happy lead me off down a hall into a room. After damn near drooling once Happy had is shirt off, I proceeded to back up my claim.
The next morning I woke hungover but satisfied. Happy was nowhere to be find in the room but I was okay with that. I gathered my things to get dressed. I checked the mirror in the bathroom to make sure I didn't look like a complete hot ass mess. I pulled the door open, held my head up high and did my walk of shame. Or as I liked to think of it at that moment the strut of pride. Happy was a good lay after all. "Hey, Riz." Tara said handing me a cup of coffee. I had no idea she was still around but I was beyond grateful for the caffeine. "So..where'd you sleep last night?" Tara asked. "I don't kiss and tell, Tara." I said smirking. It was a lie I did kiss and tell but I wasn't going say anything while I was still in the clubhouse. Tara laughed. "Sure you don't, Rizzo. I expect full detail when we're away from listening ears." I laughed. "Anyways..Welcome to Charming." I was smiling if my first week in the little town ended on this note I was looking forward to my time in Charming.