Anarchy
I am formally Bradley8155
Yes. I've been gone for almost a year. But in my defense many things have come up and the inspiration to write almost killed me a few days ago.
This is a new fiction I wanted to try out. I had the idea for a while and was thinking of possible storylines and outcomes and decided to wing the story as I go. And I will update when I can.
I do not own Pokémon, or Sons of Anarchy.
Jimmy's Saloon was a bar on the end of town near the truck stop. It was well known in the large Sinnoh city, Veilstone, by customers of all types. With live bands three nights a week, hookers, and hard liquor, the bar attracted quite a crowd most nights except when it was closed on Sundays. But right now, it was Friday night, and with a full bar it could be quite stressful.
"Jack n' Coke." Orders came at the youthful bartender again and again, and she wasn't Jimmy's best bartender for nothing. Setting down the pitcher of coke and bottle of Jack earned her a good tip. The man wasn't afraid to glance to her chest as he laid down the cash ether.
Dawn Berlitz had just turned 24 and had been bartending since Jimmy hired her when she was 20. She had always been a beauty, with long dark blue hair, large sapphire eyes, and a lean body shape. The girl was use to the male attention, and gladly took the tips in stride.
"Blue?" Her co-worker called for her with her usual nickname, nodding to the empty seat that had just been filled, and turning her body towards her next mission, she approached with a smile. The man looked to the wall of liquor with hooded eyes, and gave her a once over before ordering a shot. Dawn returned after grabbing the bottle from behind and a clean shot glass from under the bar. She set the shot glass down and filled it for the man who was opening his wallet.
"You're much to pretty to be in a place like this ya know." He offered her the compliment with a hefty bill and took the bottle with him as he wondered over to a table in the middle of the building. She looked to the $50 bill, surprised at the large tip. The 24 year old shook her head and continued on with her job.
"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid car!" Dawn swore at her car as it had indeed, failed to start once again. It was Saturday afternoon, and she was outside the grocery store. She was planning on just running in quick and grabbing something for dinner, but her unfaithful car had sputtered and rolled the last couple of feet into a parking space. Her head meet her steering wheel a couple times before she grabbed her phone and popped the hood to peer inside. Smoke pillared out, and the blunette knew she was screwed.
"Need some help there sunshine?" A male voice caused her to hit her head on the popped up hood and she stepped back, rubbing her sore spot.
He was handsome of course, emerald hair with matching eyes, baggy jeans and leather vest. He was standing next to a black motorcycle that was in the parking spot next to her and judging from the few bags in hand, had just came out of the grocery store.
"Ummmm…. Sure?" She stepped back, allowing him to peer inside. He set down his bags next to his bike and fiddled around with the engine for a bit.
"Radiator overheated. Looks like an old one too. When's the last time anybody's looked at this?" He looked back at her, still leaning against the front of her car.
"It's been awhile." Her answer was sheepish. It had been awhile, since her last boyfriend, Ash, had been around. Her old dodge had never run better than when he had been around. The emerald haired male nodded and shut the hood.
"Got someone who could give you a ride? I've got a shop in town. I'll have it towed there and fixed up." He dug in his back pocket until he reached his wallet.
"Yeah, and thank you a lot." Dawn smiled and took the card he handed her, returning his wallet into his pocket.
"It's no problem sunshine, just come by tomorrow afternoon and it should be ready to go." He turned back to his bike, grabbing his bags before straddling his bike.
"Oh and just ask for Drew sunshine." He gave her a charming smile before taking off. Dawn watched him as he drove off, and here she had thought most bikers were rude. The young woman looked to the white business card he had handed her.
Hound's Auto and Repair
So what did you think of it? This is no Belleshipping fic, mine you.
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Thanks for reading!