Disclaimer: Although I would give my arms and legs to own Sons of Anarchy (not Clay, Gemma would hit me with a skateboard), that pleasure is reserved to Kurt Sutter. Damn .

There are things you can do, things you should do, and things you will do. But to be fair, there are things you can't do, things you shouldn't do, and things you won't do. Being SAMCRO doesn't allow much freedom to the things you can, should and will do. And punishment for the things you can't shouldn't and won't do vary from embarrassing, to well lets not sugar coat it, dead. The one thing that is just silently agreed upon is one brother for one woman, but many women for one brother. However no written or spoken rule could tell Evita Johnson what to do

"Ok class the first person to properly display a Pirouette can have ice cream, while the rest of us must suffer carrot with ranch for lunch"

Evita had to laugh as she saw the 6 and 7-year-old girls try and fail to keep themselves upright. She loved teaching younger children, they were a fresh slate, untainted by what dance should look like, and could actual feel what it is.

"Miss Johnson, am I doing it right?" Elle Winston asked.

Evita turned to see the quietest girl in the class perform a near perfect Pirouette. Surprised that she managed it seeing as though Elle's parents could only afford lessons every few months. Evita walked by Elle, and corrected her footing before any of her other students saw. Why not let this little girl win, no one else was close. Clapping her hands, she waited until she had everyone's attention,

"We have a winner everyone, make sure you all congratulate Miss. Winston on your way to meet your parents". Evita waited while Elle got her moment to shine. "Remember everyone, Swan Lake is coming close to town and I need those permission slips," She made sure to make eye contact with several girls, which caused them to giggle. "Now go home and remember to stand in fifth position as often as you can."

A chorus of 'Bye Miss. Johnson rang through the doors of the studio. Evita began her normal routine of checking for abandoned items that little girls should never have to live without, such as Ipods, hair ties, ribbons, journals, and abused ballet shoes. Once she was sure she found all that could be found she walked out the studio, only to be stopped by the sight of Elle sitting on the stairs.

"Elle what are you still doing here?"

" No one can come and get me yet, my mommy just called."

"Oh", I thought about what to say next, " Well, I still owe you an Ice Cream, and there's a Baskin Robins right by the street, just tell your mom that I'll bring you home."

Her eyes lit up as she rushed to call her mother. All I could hear was her end of the conversation, but I could tell the person on the other end wasn't her mother. After a good 10 minutes of begging on Elle's part, the other person finally agreed to let her come with me.

"Thank you Auntie Gemma." Elle quickly hung up the phone and went to sit back down on the stairs.

"Hunny what are you doing we gotta stand to walk." She laughed at that but still didn't make any moves to stand.

"Auntie Gemma said to stay here until Mr. Juice showed up."

"Why don't we wait inside, I still have to change and while you have nice jeans on, I'm slight cold in my tights." Elle still refused to move so Evita sat with her trying to make her feel guilty.

"Brrrrrrrr, I'm cold Elle, don't you care about me?" No response.

"Elleeeeeee, I'm cold pwease you won't get in trouble". A giggle could be heard from the girl.

"Ok how about this, you make a sign that says he can come in, and we'll leave the doors unlocked." Evita waited a few seconds until,

"That sounds ok."