Warning: I don't own any of sons of anarchy wish I did. The characters are borrowed the plot leads on from the end of series 4 so beware of spoilers.
Gemma's head was pounding; apparently Jack Daniels wasn't the best coping method, who would have known. Gemma wasn't sure what was offending her most, Jax's and his little doctor slut playing king and queen bee or seeing Clay every single day. Yea she did know the issue was seeing Clay every day, they were officially considered split so the crow eater tarts were flocking around him. If one more sexy 20 something offered him another sugar in his coffee, she was gonna rip her sweet little southern accent voice box right out of her, see how the little cutie liked that.
The issue was Gemma had nowhere to be now; she had devoted her life to her family and the club so she had nowhere else to be than in the club. Everyone was too polite to mention the fact that she didn't really belong here now, sure. Tig had spent many afternoons talking to her and Gemma knew this was quite some effort for Tig whose sentences were best kept short and not often. Issue was she spent none of this time listening to him and all of it staring at her potential soon to be ex-husband.
He was gonna have to ask her for a divorce, he hadn't been home in weeks apart from to change and shower when he knew she was out. He was guilty she appreciated that, didn't make her feel any better about the end of her marriage though.
Oh god the doctor was back as if her afternoon couldn't get any worse...
"Gemma... Your here" Tara shot as more of a statement than a question.
"The eaters make the best coffee" Gemma lied with ease, in the last year she had got so used to that.
"Right so how do you think it's going, we were thinking about getting this room redecorated, hopefully something that won't show up the inevitable bullet holes as well, what do you think?" Tara asked.
Gemma knew this was clearly more of a show of power than an actual question and felt she nodded her head appropriately.
"Looks like you two can do what you want in here now sweetheart" she told her with a false smile.
She staggered none too gracefully off her bar stall hoping Tara wouldn't notice.
"How much have you been drinking?" Tara whispered to her.
"Enough" Gemma whispered back.
"It's not going to change anything you know" Tara told her.
Gemma didn't want a lecture, she wanted a vodka.
"If I promise not to throw up on your new carpets will you promise to leave my drinking habits for myself to judge?" Gemma asked.
"Nope. Have you tried talking to him?" Tara asked.
"There is nothing to say" Gemma said sadly. Realising she clearly said too much.
"Anyway i'm gonna get to the gym and then the store do you two want anything picking up?" Gemma asked.
That was when she heard the sound of it and just froze in shock.