Chibs wasn't entirely sure where he was. He was still in Charming but an area he didn't frequent. He didn't want to plow into some crow eater, or get rowdy with the other boys. On this rare occasion he just wanted to drink alone so he opted to go out to a bar rather than drink for free at the clubhouse. The bar wasn't entirely dead – apparently it was some idiot's 21st birthday and he was celebrating with his asshole friends rather loudly on the other end of the 'L' shaped bar.

There was a woman sitting by herself not too far from Chibs by the bend. She kept glancing at her watch and the door with an annoyed expression and taking sips from some kind of mixed drink in a martini glass. Her mannerisms were making him antsy despite the four whiskies he had. She noticed his attention and forced a smile. She looked harmless enough but she was just the type of person one of the clubs enemies would send to throw him off. When he didn't smile back she just hugged her sweater closed and looked anywhere but at him. He knew he was glaring – he wasn't in the mood to play nice. He wasn't in the mood for anything so he just knocked back another shot. He kept his eye on her though.

The drunken birthday boy spotted her too and walked over. She jumped when he spilled beer on her. He didn't notice and he didn't seem to care that she was glaring at him and wiping the beer off with jerky movements. He just kept talking – getting closer every time she pulled away. Chibs was about to order another whiskey when she screamed. He almost crushed the glass in his hand it was so shrill. The guy tried to grab her again and she shoved him back. "I said back off!" She yelled.

"You ain't gotta be a bitch. I won't tell nobody we fucked on the first night." He laughed and pumped his hips in a awkward pantomime of sex.

"She said fuck off, lad." They both looked up when Chibs was suddenly behind her. He may not have felt like getting into a fight but he always felt like putting little, annoying shit-heads in their place. One thing everyone in the club agreed on: 'no means no'. "Quit humpin her leg, shut your mouth. She doesn't need your herpes and a hangover." The woman chuckled, presumably at his accent or his colorful phrasing.

"Take a walk old man before I roll your gray ass into a coffin!" He snapped. Chibs dodged his sloppy attempt to push him and he dropped his beer in the process. "Oh you're so dead." His friends finally noticed what was going on when the glass shattered and came for him.

"Let it go, Dylan." One said as they dragged him away. Another took in Chibs' kutte and scars and he put his hands up apologetically.

"Naw man, fuck that guy." 'Dylan' said.

"Dude! You're gonna get all our dicks chopped off. Shut your mouth." His friend advised. They went to another section of the bar as fast as they could.

"Thanks." The woman said. "But I was handling that."

"I know but I handled it faster." Chibs said. She glanced at her watch again. "I could sit with you until whoever you're waiting for arrives." He offered.

"Nah, I know when I've been stood up." She waved him off and tossed back what was left in her glass. She took off her earrings and put them in a pocket on her purse. "Stupid bastard better be dead or in the hospital..." She reached for her wallet but Chibs slapped two fifties down on the counter and nodded towards the bartender before she could tell him not to bother.

"So you're free then?" He asked. She lifted an eyebrow at him and he smirked.

The drive to her place was a short one. Chibs attempted to kiss her as soon as they pulled into the driveway but she just got out of the car. He got out and grabbed her ass on the way to her front door. When she turned around to scold him, he kissed her. He was surprised to find what ever she had been drinking was actually chocolate liqueur. He lapped at the inside of her mouth and hummed – maybe some kind of vanilla vodka. Chibs found the zipper to her dress on the side seam and pulled it down. "Easy biker boy – we can't fuck on my front lawn. H.O. A definitely doesn't allow that." She said after she pushed him away. God, he couldn't stand that she was teasing him. A crow eater would've been bare assed in the grass by now. She got the door open and he walked in after her.

"Shite!" He jumped when two large black dogs greeted them at the door. Chibs couldn't tell what they were, just that they had pointed ears and two very big sets of teeth. They were happy to see her but when they noticed Chibs they bared their teeth and barked.

"Hey, come on girls." She whistled and they followed her into the kitchen. He assumed she stuck them outside when she came back without them. She stood in the doorway all coy and glancing at him through her lashes. When Chibs came at her she jumped up and wrapped her legs around him. Chibs didn't even try to suppress the squeal he let out. He saw a bed down the hall and went for it.

Chibs tossed her down and searched his pockets for a condom. "God damn it." He said - the one he found expired two years ago. There was usually a fish bowl of rubbers at the club house that Gemma kept stocked. He felt something hit him in the forehead and caught the condom she threw at him.

"Think that'll fit you?" She asked as she finished unzipping her dress. Chibs smirked at the gold and black wrapper before he tore it open with his teeth. When he looked up from unzipping his pants it was like her dress had vanished into thin air. It was almost jarring to see she had no tattoos. No scars either just a few beauty marks. He wrapped himself quickly and pushed her over on to her hands and knees. The feel of slipping inside her and how she moaned was amazing. He was in heaven. She was so nice and tight and she giggled every time he leaned down to kiss her shoulders – presumably because his whiskers were tickling her. He tangled his fingers in her short hair and pulled her up against him so he could get his hands on her tits. When he did he wished he could get his mouth on them – shit they were so big they didn't fit in his hands. They were soft, heavy – real. So luscious, just like her ass.

"God damn…" He sighed. She arched and squirmed – trying to get him to hit a specific spot as he thrust in. She got tighter around him and he dug his fingers into her hips to keep her still.

"Fuck, don't stop…" She hissed and reached back to run her hand through his hair. "I… I freed up my schedule… so you could make me cum. Now make me cum." Chibs chuckled before he pushed her forward and put his hand on the back of her neck to keep her down. She screamed when he drove in harder. She was so hot he was sweating in seconds. So wet that he could see it running down her thighs and slicking the latex. "Yes! Yes! Oh… OH! Fuck!" She came and he pulled out. He slid between her cheeks as he filled up the condom. Chibs tipped his head back and roared so loud he heard the dogs outside bark in alarm.

"Shite…" He sighed as he flopped over on to the bed.

Chibs woke with a slight start and held his breath for a second. He knew as soon as he let it go he'd start feeling all the bad decisions he made the night before. He sat up and sighed. His headache wasn't that bad, his back and thighs hurt more. He reached over for his cigarettes and knocked over a lamp. It shattered into a million pieces. As he tried to avoid the shards he realized the lamp wasn't his. As more of the room came into focus he saw the walls weren't the right color. He wasn't at home or in the clubhouse.

'Damn it.' It was never a good thing to not remember going home with a sweet butt. He usually didn't and he didn't remember being that drunk last night. He looked towards the foot of the bed when he noticed someone standing there. He gazed at the woman – he couldn't place her face. She was juvenescent but not so much so that he felt like he had robbed the cradle. She just stared right back at him as she chewed something. She swallowed and gestured with her fork.

"You're gonna pay for that."

"Yeah maybe." He growled.

"That wasn't a question." She stated point blank before she ate something else off the plate in her hand. "I bought it on a site called Windermere. It cost fifty bucks."

"Yeah I'll get right on that." Chibs said sarcastically. "Where are my cigarettes?"

"I don't know." She shrugged. "You can't smoke in here anyway."

"Is this hell?" He asked.

"No." She answered. "You want some steak?"

"Huh?"

"Red meat for the hangover. I got a bloody Mary too if you need it." She offered. Chibs just stared at her for a moment longer. He was at least thankful that she was pretty. Some mornings he woke up next to 'creatures' that barely looked human in the cold light of day. He dragged himself out of bed – wincing when he felt a slight sting on his chest. He looked at the fingernail marks marring his skin down to his abdomen and looked at the girl.

"You gonna pay for this?" Chibs asked as he gestured to his reddened flesh. He thought he remembered putting her on her hands and knees – when did she get a chance to face him? She snorted and ate another piece of steak. When she went for another piece he plucked it off the plate before she could get to it. She just smirked and watched him get dressed.

Chibs soon learned that he had left his bike behind which in hindsight was probably a good idea considering he had been drinking. The girl drove him back to the bar where they met and he got out without asking her name. She didn't seem offended and drove off after he mounted his bike. He revved it and put on his sunglasses. Just the beginning of another typical day.

Chibs kept picking at the tender skin on his chest. That chick had raked him good and every time he poked the sore spot he would fantasize about all the things he would do to her the next time he caught her at the clubhouse. But after three days and two parties he hadn't seen her amongst the other crow eaters and Caracara girls. He described her to Shauna and Lila and they told him they'd never seen her. She had probably just been passing through but she definitely had a house somewhere in Charming.

"Not like you to chase a chick." Juice noted and Chibs would normally agree.

"Just want a little pay back." He said and showed Juice the marks on his chest. Juice chuckled and went back to searching for the website she mentioned.

"Are you sure it was Wander-fluts? Cause they sell outdoors-themed sex toys." Juice said. "No lamps."

"Damn it." Chibs sucked his teeth and thought about giving up until his shirt rubbed his chest. He smirked and waved Gemma over when she came in the door. "Where do you buy lamps on the computer?" he asked. She looked at him for a long beat. The question was oddly phrased but he didn't know how else to ask it. His accent probably didn't help her understand either. But after a few seconds she snapped her fingers.

"Windermere." She said. "Thinking of actually decorating your apartment with something besides beer cans? I think hell may have frozen over." Juice laughed as he pulled up the website. "You shopping for someone?" They both caught her sly-prying tone and looked at each other.

"No." Chibs answered as he put his arm around her. "It was nice seeing you though." He kissed her on the cheek and she took the hint and went on her way. "Oi, that's it right there." Chibs said and pointed to a sea foam table lamp. He had only seen it once he broke it in half so he just assumed it was the right design. Juice clicked on it and scrolled down to the reviews.

"I think this one is her, listen… 'I really loved this lamp. It didn't take up that much space on my nightstand but some JERK still managed to break it so I guess it's kind of fragile' – frowny face." Juice said. Chibs just squinted at the screen.

"Yeah okay so now what?"

"She used her real picture when she registered for the site. So I just search for it on Tin Eye and… it matched it to her Facebook. Which is public and it says she works for Oswald as a P.A. - Office is on Tuffet street." Juice said.

"The internet makes stalking someone very easy. If only the Mayans had a Face-fuck page we'd be able to know what they were up to without going to war." Chibs said as he wrote down the office building address. "Buy me that lamp. Thanks Juicy." He patted him on the back before he walked off.

The lamp got delivered to T.M. two days later and Chibs opened it like a kid on Christmas. "Always thought you were more of a Coral – not a sea foam." Bobby joked. Chibs sat it on the bar and looked at it for a minute. It's bright color looked so out of place amongst all the dark wood and leather. When he got enough jeers about it he went to deliver it to the girl.

As soon as he walked in the office he felt like all eyes were on him. He had on his kutte and he was holding a delicate lamp. He spotted the woman from the bar and walked up to her desk. Thankfully she wasn't talking to anyone at the moment. She was typing away at her computer until she noticed him as he strut over. His boots thunking against the marble floors and his wallet chain jingling louder than the ringing phones. She looked different with her hair straightened - it was still a short asymmetric bob but she had a fringe he hadn't noticed before that was cut to just above her eyebrows.

"It was $59.35 with shipping." He said as he handed it over. She took it without a word and he strolled out like he hadn't just walked into a place of business and handed a woman a table lamp. All the other 'suits' just gaped at him. He smirked to himself all the way beck to T.M. – he had tied his number to a little tag on the switch.

That night he was almost asleep when his cell started buzzing. She wasn't whispering but her voice was low as she asked what he was doing. "Getting directions to your place." He answered as he sat up.

"You bought me a lamp, not a Beamer. What makes you think you're coming over here again?" She asked.

"Because this time I'm sober… ish. And I want to remember just how your pussy feels on my cock." He said as he pulled on his kutte. "I already found you once."

"That came out super creepy." She laughed and he was hard in a second. She had some kind of accent. Kind of like Juice's northerner fast-talk only not so stupid sounding.

"Whatever gets you off." He said like he didn't care.

"Big biker cock oughta do it." She sighed. Chibs grabbed a pen and wrote down her directions on a napkin. He memorized it before he got on his bike. He pulled into the driveway of her nice ranch house twenty minutes later and smirked when she opened the door.

"One delivery of 'big biker cock'."

"Good morning." Chibs mumbled when he felt a hand on his chest. His skin was almost healed up but now he had a new set of scratches on his back. He kind of liked the way it felt – a little sore and tingly. He looked down at the woman he had met a few days ago. She sighed and looked up at him. Chibs was surprised to find her eyes were actually gray but then again he had been concerned with other parts of her body last night. He finger-combed her hair back from her face and got a good look at them. They stood out against her caramel skin. She was pretty what ever the hell race she was.

"Morning." She pushed herself up on her elbows and studied his face for a second. "What's your name?" He snorted at the perplexed look on her face.

"Chibs." He chuckled.

"Is that short for? Chib-berto?" She guessed.

"It's a nickname." He answered and gestured to his scars. "Telford. Filip Telford. You?"

"Ari." She said. "Ari Jackson." Chibs snorted.

"Nice to meet you."

"You can call me Ms. Jackson - cause you're nasty."

"What?" He asked - clearly not getting the joke.

"Never mind. Eggs?" She offered.

"Over easy."

"You got it." She said before she moved to get out of bed. He watched her pull on a blush pink bathrobe. One of the dogs followed her out the bedroom but the other stayed with him. He looked at it when it put it's head on his hip. He wasn't particularly fond of animals but the dog gave him a look and he couldn't help but scratch it behind the ears.

"Guess if I want to be with your master I better get used to you." He said. The dog suddenly barked at him when he spoke.

"Maxine!" Ari called from the other room and she took off when she was summoned. She trampled over Chibs in the process and he groaned. He rolled out of bed when he heard her clanking around in the kitchen.

"Whoa!" When he bent down to pick up his pants he felt something cold and wet press against his ass. He turned around to see the other dog standing there wagging it's tail.

"Lulu!" Ari called her too and she just laid down where she was and rolled on to her back. Chibs watched her perplexed as she growled at herself and scratched her back on the carpet. "Lulu, food!" The dog sprang up and darted out of the room. Chibs waited a second before he started getting dressed. The last thing he needed was to get his sack chewed by some horny mutt while he was pulling on his socks. After he was dressed he took a look around Ari's room. She had a few pictures of herself when she was a little girl with who he assumed were her parents. Her mother looked straight up Asian but her dad was a mix up like her - fine curly hair, dark skin, big nose, slanted eyes - but he looked black.

He poked around her dresser and found her badge for Oswald Industries and another picture of her and Elliott standing in front of a very large horse at the country club. She was connected - not just another cog in his company it would seem. He ventured out into the living room and saw her diploma framed on a wall with a bunch of other certificates and honors. He lifted his eyebrows at the bold print - a PHD in Psychology. She was a very educated shrink. It was like peeking into a different world. Before they started fucking it seemed she had no association with the club or the side of Charming he was from. He felt like he was some how staining her brightly colored home.

"It's ready." Chibs went into the kitchen and Maxine barked at him. Lulu joined in and she snapped her fingers at them. "Quiet."

"Good guard dogs." He said.

"Retired police dogs. They never really retire." Ari shrugged.

"That explains the frisking this one gave me." Chibs said as he looked at Lulu. She made a series of odd sounding howls at him as he sat down at the table.

"Lulu used to be a drug sniffer - think she got a few too many snouts full of dope in her tour of duty. She's a little special." Ari said before she looked at Maxine. "This one was born hating guns." The dog seemed awfully proud of the attention she got from her master. "I know the club you run with isn't exactly the innocent biker boys you play them off as. I'm not gonna ask why you're carrying. You must have your reasons."

"I do." Chibs said - he had tucked his gun in the back of his pants and covered it with his shirt. It wasn't terribly obvious he had something back there but the dog knew and Ari could read her behavior. He eyed the mutt before he took a sip of coffee. He looked down at it to make sure that's what it was. It didn't taste nearly as bitter and it had some kind of vanilla undertone to it. It was good. He glanced at her.

"I'm not judging." She assured him and he eased his expression. "But she does." She nodded towards Maxine. He chuckled and the dog growled at him.

"She'll come around." He shrugged. "So what about you?" He changed the subject. "Doubt you got a reason to be strapped at the country club."

"No, those crackers are seriously vicious." She chuckled. "Got the bronze in skeet shooting last year I'm not great with guns - they needed some pretty color on the team."

"Aye you are in fact some very pretty color." Chibs said as he took her hand. He kissed it. Maxine and Lulu barked at him and he nearly jumped out of his seat.

"Do they make you nervous?" She asked as she got up. She put them out back and he shook his head.

"Tig is more of a dog person than me."

"They'll get used to you." She said.

"Been a while since you've had a 'gentlemen caller'?" He joked.

"You're a gentlemen?" Ari quipped. He smirked and scooted closer to her. He took the silk sash of her bathrobe in his hands before he pulled it apart slowly.

"Oh yeah I'm all class." He said. "Now straddle my lap and put your tits in my face."