I'm really nervous about this story, which is to be expected with a new story, I suppose. To my new readers, I hope you enjoy! Please let me know what you think of this so far! I'd love feedback. I only own Ariadne and Christopher. Rated M for the inevitable ;)
Christopher
"Hey, prospect! Where you goin'? The weddin's tonight!" Chibs yelled out from behind me, "C'mon, they all just got out of the big house; it'll be fun. You're comin', right?"
"Nah man, my sister just graduated from a university in Pennsylvania, I promised her I'd take her out the night she got back." Juice walks by and stands in front of the exit, blocking my way, "What, you're not comin' tonight?" he asks, crossing his arms. "No, he says his sister's back from university tonight. Why don't you just bring her? We'll show her a good time!" Chibs says chuckling. Juice nods in agreement, "Yeah man, if she's hot. Is your sister hot?" he's eyeing me intently. I laugh uncomfortably, "Come on guys, she's my little sister." "Little sister? How young we talkin' here?" Juice asks laughing, "No but seriously, just bring her. You can't miss Ope's wedding. He won't take kindly to that. Just take her out tomorrow night." I sigh in defeat, "Yeah, alright."
Ariadne stops rummaging through her suitcase to look up at me, obviously frustrated, "What do you mean a wedding? I won't know anyone there. Not to mention, I don't have a dress!" She tosses a few things out onto the bed and shoots me a look. "This is pretty important, Ari, I shouldn't miss it. You can just wear an older dress since you won't know anyone there. Nothing special, all the guys should just be wearing a regular shirt, jeans, and their cuts." She laughs a little, "So not too fancy?" I shake my head in response, smirking. "Fine," she sighs, "But don't leave my side for very long. You know I won't know anybody." I lean down to kiss her cheek, "Thanks, sis. I promise we'll go out to a nice big dinner tomorrow night. Maybe we'll even call Mom, tell her to come." She looks down at her palms, almost lost in thought, "Yeah, maybe." She jumps up from her cross-legged position on the bed and grabs my keys, "Time to go look for a dress."
Ariadne
I decide on a tight, mustard yellow dress that stops right above my knees, has a low back, and straps that fall around my shoulders. I put on a little bit of foundation, blush, eyeliner and mascara, and then add on dark-red lipstick as a finishing touch. I walk out into the living room to show Chris and he laughs, "I thought we agreed on not too fancy. You look too dressy!" I frown, "Sorry, I'm not sure how else to show up to a wedding. I really could have gotten more dressed up – this is a little toned down, in my opinion."
We climb into Chris's truck and I fiddle with my hands the whole way there. I plug my iPod into the car to play some music on shuffle and maybe calm my nerves. Even before Chris had decided to try out for SAMCRO, I had heard plenty about them; it's kind of hard not to when you're living in the area. Although some of the things I had heard were bad, Chris had seemed so happy. We had always lacked a strong family, and I knew that was one thing he was always desperately searching for in every possible outlet; I also knew this was something the Sons could provide him with. So, in this aspect of his life, I have nothing negative to say. If it makes my brother happy, I am all for it. "Bukowski" by Modest Mouse is playing as we pull up to the reserve and park; I look at everyone around and realize I shouldn't have agreed to come – I'll be totally out of place. Chris, as if sensing my discomfort, flashes a smile my way, "Don't worry, they're all nice guys. You'll get along with everyone just fine." I smile back at him and take a deep breath, preparing myself. I step out, one dark-red pump at a time. A few guys in their cuts start stalking their way over, they're laughing and pushing each other around. "Prospect!" one of them yells and slams his palm hard on my brother's back. He's obviously very drunk already. "Hey Tig," Chris says with a laugh, "Guys, this is my sister Ariadne. Ari, this is Tig, Juice, and Chibs." I raise my hand to shake theirs and Tig pushes it down, engulfing me in a bear-hug. I laugh nervously as I pat his back, "Nice to meet you." I can definitely smell Jack Daniels on his breath. He lets me go and I hug the other two as well. "What a pretty name. Prospect! You never told us your sister was a looker!" Chibs says playfully with a big smile, "C'mon sweetheart, I'll introduce you to the rest of the crew. The one's who've showed up, anyways." I walk with Chibs and look over my shoulder at my brother, and he smiles reassuringly at me.
Juice
I push Tig over, "Man, how many shots have you had already? The ceremony hasn't even started yet!" He staggers, but stands back up straight, laughing. "Don't worry about it, Juicy-boy!" He points up, "Shit, look at that gash, she is haaaaaaht!" I look up and my laughing stops cold. I think it's just the fourteen months without pussy talking here, but I am drinking her in: she's tiny with shoulder-length light brown hair, olive skin, and big deep-blue eyes. She's short enough to where I'm sure she only comes up to my chest. We all hug her, and Chibs takes her to meet the rest of the guys. I look unbelievingly at Chris, "Shit, Prospect! I asked you if she was hot!" He shakes his head and says sternly, "Like I said, she's my sister." I laugh a little, "Never mind that. How about you go see if the bride needs anything before Ope gets here." He nods in response and walks away. I look over to Chris's sister, who is now shaking Bobby's hand, and decide to walk over. "Hey, why don't you let me take over?" I say in Chibs' ear. He nods, "Girly, I'm gonna go check up on something with Jax. Juicy here'll introduce you to everyone else."
She nods and looks up at me, "Is Juice the name on your birth certificate?" I chuckle, "No, but it is what everyone calls me."
"Then what is written on your birth certificate?"
"Juan-Carlos. But please, don'tcall me that." She flashes a smile at me and I can't help but to grin back.
"I like that name, not sure why you'd want to be called Juice over that," she says playfully. "Could I get you something to drink?" I ask. "Weren't you supposed to introduce me to more people?" she eyes me intently with a small smile playing at her lips. I put on my best poker face and say, "Yeah, but you should have a couple of drinks before you meet the next few people. Trust me." She giggles a little and again, I can't help but grin. "I won't even ask… but sure, I'd love a drink or two, it'd probably ease my nerves around you tough bikers," she says the last part with sarcasm all but dripping from her tone.
"What's your poison?"
"What's the exquisite selection I'm choosing from?"
"Well, there's beer, Jack Daniels, beer, Jäger, and beer," I say with a chuckle.
"Jack it is, then."
"I'll be right back, then."
I stumble out of my chair, almost falling face-first onto the floor and consequently, I curse myself out in my head. I hear a muffled giggle from behind me and pretend to scold her, "Be nice." She just smiles and nods back at me.
I bring back four shots of Jack and hand her two, taking a seat in the chair next to her. "Do you need me to get you something to chase –" I start, but she takes the first shot without batting an eye. I laugh, "Haha, alright!" She looks at me, confused, "I've never met someone who chases Jack. Why would I?" her eyebrows are scrunched up. "Well some people are pussies, y'know?" I say, shrugging. "Do I look like a pussy, Juan?" She eyes me carefully, a playful tone to her voice. I shake my head, "No. Not at all." I'm trying hard not to stare at her. I really need to get laid, man. I'm scaring myself. I take my first shot and look straight at the ground afterwards. She lightly shoves my shoulder, "No need to be so serious! Is it because I called you Juan?" She smiles again. If only she knew what I was thinking right now. I smirk back, wanting to say anything that comes out of her lips is okay by me, but I hold back the cheesy remark. I raise the second shot and we clink glasses, "To good humor," she murmurs. We both take our second shots. She slams her empty shot glass down on the table and just as she's about to say something, Chibs walks over with Tig and the Prospect. He leans down and says loud enough for only me to hear, "Sorry brother, I tried to keep him away as long as I could." I shrug; a little bit of progress was made and that's good enough for now.
They all sit around the table with us and Chibs speaks up, "So, Ariadne, your brother here tells us you just graduated from university?" She nods, "Yeah, UPenn actually." We all look at her incredulously, "Isn't that an Ivy League?" I ask. Her big blues flit to me briefly, "Yeah. I majored in English, minored in history." "Impressive!" Chibs says heartily. Chris smiles at her, "Yeah, she's about to start an internship with an editing company, actually." We talk a little bit more about the reserve and other things until everyone starts quieting down for the ceremony. They say their vows, and everyone chimes in to say, "I promise to treat you as good as my leather, and ride you as much as my Harley." I look over at Ariadne, who is giggling, red lips against snow-white teeth. And just as the thought of me riding her like my Harley enters my mind, I feel my face burn. Everyone claps and cheers, and I see Tig bring a round of Jäger to our table. Ariadne looks up at me, "We probably shouldn't mix colors." I shrug, and Chris looks at me apprehensively, "You guys drank already?" Ariadne nods quickly, "Juice here assured me that I'd need a few shots in order to stand to be around some of you," she says with a wink. This earns her a laugh from everyone at the table, minus her brother, who is still looking at me unsurely. "Yeah, well take it easy. It doesn't take much to get you drunk," Chris says, looking over at his sister. She picks up the shot glass, tilting it in her brother's direction, "I can handle myself, thank you very much." And with a smirk, she downs the shot.
It's getting dark and Jax, Chibs, Bobby, Happy, and Chris are still dealing with the Russian situation, although I'm sure Ariadne knows nothing about that. Though it wouldn't matter at this point; we've both had at least six shots tonight, and we shared a joint. She's doubled over laughing, holding onto me to keep herself from falling. I laugh, "Alright, I doubt I'm that funny. But thank you." Practically everyone has cleared out, but I'm waiting with Ari by my bike until her brother shows up to drive her home. She stands back up straight and cups the side of my face with her hand, "Maybe I'm just laughing because you're cute." A jolt goes through my chest and I look at my feet, "Maybe you're just drunk," I whisper back at her, smiling. She shakes her head, "Don't pretend you haven't noticed my flirting with you all night." I look back up at her face, "I don't know what you're talking about." She scoffs, "Of course. And you haven't been flirting with me at all either, right?" I smile, "Well I didn't say that, did I?" She leans in, her lips brushing against mine, and I feel another jolt go down my front. "You've been in the slammer for fourteen months, right?" she asks, her lips feel like feathers against mine. I nod slowly. "So it must be really hard for you not to throw me down right here, Juan." My breath hitches in my throat, "Normally you'd be right. But right now, you're drunk. Not to mention, your brother might tear my Adam's Apple right out of my throat." She let's out a hearty laugh, and we can hear a group approaching. "To be continued, then?" she asks as her brother's voice comes into earshot. "Sure thing, sweetheart," I say as she steps away from me and greets her brother.
