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Author Note

We're two gals who love the written world, kick ass heroines, and SONS, particularly Chibs and Jax. There were things we loved about the show and things we could've done without. Thanks to Fanfiction we can play baby gods and pick and choose what stays and what goes. This is an alternate universe and Nasty with a capital N. We take our smut serious, and don't believe in labels or being tied down.

You'll see changes, but the core of the characters will remain true. We want to bring you a polishes retelling that'll feel true to the universe, but fresh, and show growth. Feedback is welcome it helps us improve our writing skills.

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Sweetheart~ Leannan

Journee "Nee"

I wipe down the reclined black chair with disinfectant and declare myself finished for the day. I've been tattooing since around ten, and my hands are screaming bloody murder. A full back piece is a massive undertaking for the client as well as the artist. Today marked my third session with Jeff, and the dragon is so close to being completed.

I open and close my fists, wriggling my fingers to increase circulation and pop my knuckles. I'm going to have arthritis like a son of a bitch one day, but so is the fate of a tattoo artist. I roll my neck, and the crackling brings instant relief. Too much time in one position. I grab my kit and walk into my office in the back of the building. It's a rarity I get out of this place before the sun is setting. I plop down in the black leather chair and place a call to Teller-Morrow.

"If we don't have a girl's day soon I'm going to kill someone," my best friend Lee growls over the phone. I tried to gauge the situation. When dealing with Samcro having a bad day could mean just about anything.

"Crap. What happened?" I ask taking down my high ponytail and massaging my scalp.

"I'm suffering from a severe case of testosterone overload. I'm doing the books over at TM, and I've learned more about those fucking croweater's pussies than I ever wanted to know."

I swallow down a snicker. That was life around the Sons. A motorcycle club is the ultimate boy's club. You coped until you had to surface for air. There's only so many retellings of sex acts and violence a girl can take in one sitting.

"It's not funny," Lee snaps.

"I know. Look how about I come get you for a late lunch? We can have margaritas and play catch up?"

Lee and I have been best friends since we were kids. Roomies since freshman year of college until a few years ago, it's unusual for us to go more than a few days without seeing one another.

"That sounds like heaven, Journee," Lee says with a sigh. I stand, sling my purse over my shoulder, and grab my tattooing kit. I always keep it on me. I never know when a brother is going to call and ask for a tattoo. Apparently, when I chose my profession I agreed to be on call for them.

"I'm walking out of Sweet Ink now. I'll be there in less than ten minutes."

"I'm so happy I might kiss you when you get here," Lee says.

I chuckle. "Well, that'll get the boys talking about something other than crow eater's pussy."

"Hah, I don't know that having them switch to discussing ours would be better. I'll see you when you get here."

We hang up, and I leave, grateful for the new office manager I've hired. Having Holly allows me to just ink. I hated the drudgery of paperwork, handling the day to day calls to clients, inventory and reorders. I'm pulling in steady money now so I can distance myself from most of that.

"I'll see you later, Holly." I wave as I pass the front desk.

"Bye Journee. Have a great day," she chirps. With her black hair, septum piercing, and body full of tattoos most people would never guess how pleasant she is.

"You too." I hurry to my car, roll down the windows, and crank up the Led Zeppelin. The sun rays feel good on my sienna-colored skin, and the wind blows my dark hair back from my face. It'll be a mess when I get the garage, but I'm not worried about impressing anyone. A child of the Grim Bastards' Sargent at Arms, Menace, I've been around bikers my entire life. Opie, Jax, Lee, and I ended up at the same high school. A strategic move on our parents part. Safety in numbers, and all of that jazz.

We've been in league with them so long, they've become family.

So I jumped at the chance to open a shop here in Charming after I finished my apprenticeship in Lodi. I had a strong support system and protection. Escaping the stifling influence of the Grim Bastards and my father happened to be a bonus. When your Dad's a sadistic SA, and your mentor is Happy, dating 's hard at best.

The inked up Tacoma Killer had fostered my interest in tattooing and acted as an unofficial master to me when he'd stayed with the club for a time. With a father every bit as unhinged, I never found him intimidating or unsettling. He felt a bit like home for me. We had a strange relationship. Well, odd to others who see it. People think Happy has no capacity for emotions, which is wrong. He simply rarely chooses to show them.

I drive the familiar streets for Charming until I reach the shop. I pull into the lot, park, and climb down waving at Gemma, who's having a smoke outside.

"Hey Mama," I say.

"Well if it isn't the little business woman. I haven't seen you around here in a long time, baby." She replies blowing out smoke and offering up a smile.

"I know. I thought getting the place off the ground was hard. Keeping it going and making a profit has been a real bitch. I never felt like I could trust anyone else to run it the way I want, so I hired a girl and took my time training her. It's freeing me up to do other things."

"That's the way to do it, baby. Build it up the way you want it and run a tight ship." She hugs me bringing the scent of smoke and expensive perfume with her.

I love Gemma. She's a surrogate mom when I'm here. The tough love and no bullshit attitude she rolls with are similar to that of my mother, Sugar. Only, my mom isn't as hard despite a lifetime spent as an old lady. I think her old man made the difference. My Dad keeps her safe and stomps out anyone who dares treat her with anything less than the utmost respect. I want a love like theirs.

I just haven't found anything near it yet. It might be why I'm still a virgin at thirty. I wasn't about to give away a gift I couldn't get back to just anyone.

"Thanks, Mama. I couldn't do it without Samcro. That first year I think the guys single-handedly funded me with all the ink I did for them."

"They love you, baby. You always have a home with Samcro. You know that. Now we just need to get you a man and some babies in your belly, and you'll be set."

I give a nervous laugh. "I don't know about all that. A good old man isn't easy to come by."

"We have plenty of them around here. Or are you more into the kind who likes to roam?"

It's not the first time she's hinted at Happy and me having a thing going on.

"Happy is not the marrying and kids type."

"Hmm. You might be right. I can think of a few in there who might be, though." Gemma nods toward the garage.

G-momster, always thinking about securing that Samcro legacy.

"Well the one I'm going to kidnap has breasts, so it won't be happening today," I say evasively. By now, Lee and I are pros at avoiding Gemma's attempt at matchmaking. She wants us paired with a brother in the worst way. I understand it. Lee is the child of a first nine, Wally Grazer, so that's keeping a legacy alive.

For me, it'd solidify the agreement between Sons and GB. I hate to burst her bubble, but I'll never be a pawn on a chessboard. I push my shades on top of my head.

"Look who just walked in. Hey, Lips!"
Why I thought I'd be sneaking in and out without greeting the welcome wagon, I don't know.

"Hey Tiggy, Boys," I stroll to them.

"Been a long time since I seen you, brown sugar," Tig says.

From anyone else that would be an insult. From Tig Trager, it's polite. I wrap my arm around his waist in a sideways hug. I adore him. We've come to have an understanding over the years. Lee and I were the only girls of our generation for Grim Bastards and Samcro. We've formed bonds with the older members. Especially as children of the clubs founding members.

"I know the shops had me busy." I move on to make my rounds.

"Juicy boy," I say running my hands over the lightning bolts I'd inked personally.

"Hey Nee," he says flashing me a smile that melts my inside. He's too adorable for words. I inhale the scent of mint as he squeezes me back.

"Leannan, don't leave me out." I can't help but grin at the sound of the boisterous brogue.

"How could I?" I go to the car he's currently working under. My heart beats fast in my chest. I've harbored a crush on the man off and on for more years than I care to admit. When I was in my teens, he humored me by putting me to work helping him with small tasks. I was his buddy, which pleased me, and allowed me to work my way through the embarrassing fawning over him period. I like to think it helped him feel less lonely. He was a lot darker in those days.

He pushes out from underneath the Ford and grins up at me. "It's good to see you outside of tha shop, love."

"Good to be out getting some fresh air. I think I've almost forgotten what the sun looks like."

"I'd hug ye, but I don't want to get your bonnie white dress dirty."

The sweet tone makes my face heat.

"I need to go rescue Lee before she sets the place on fire. Are you still coming by Saturday for lunch?"

"Aye. I'll see you then."

Though I've retired myself from my job as his personal shadow, we've grown close. It's our habit to get together every couple of weeks for lunch somewhere. This week is my pick, and unbeknown to him, I'm cooking some of his favorites. I playfully nudge his leg with my foot before I make my way to the office.

"Finally made it here."

"I'm shocked you didn't get caught up in any shenanigans," Lee says.

"Nah, they're way too busy. Jax and Lowe weren't even there, so they must be running a tow."

Lee releases a huge sigh. "I'm so glad to see you." She stands and we hug like we haven't seen each other in months instead of days.

"Me too. I miss living with you," I admit. Even after two and a half years living apart, it felt odd to come home to an empty house continuously. When she's taken up with a Grim Bastard, Kick, and they'd gotten their place, Mom and Dad had moved me into a decent sized rental home. It felt too big for me. But once Menace has something in his head, few things can detour him.

"Me too. This adulting thing is bullshit, isn't it?" Lee whispers.

"Hell yeah, it is," I agree.

We move apart. "You ready to go, babe?"

"So ready," Lee stands and grabs her black purse.

"I'll drive. You look like you could do with getting a little tipsy," I say.

"You're the bestest," Lee sighs.

I wink. "Back at you. Now let's get out of here before Gemma comes in and tries to turn us into mail order brides."

"Oh, Jesus, did she start in on you again?" Lee asks as we all but run out of the office.

"I barely got a hug in before she was trying to fill me with a Son's dick and a Samcro baby."

"Jesus. Don't feel bad. She's launched operation Jax and Lee take two-hundred."

"I can't wait to hear about this," I say as we wave toward the guys once more before we exit through the bay.

"I'm leaving for the day, Gemma. I'll come back and finish up tomorrow, okay?" Lee calls.

"Sure thing. Nice to see my girls together," Gemma says.

We toss her a smile as she stubs out her cigarette and heads back inside.

In the car, I feel like we can breathe again. "Is it just me or is she getting worse?" I ask.

"So much worse, dude. She was telling Jax she wanted him to help me with this upcoming blood drive we're doing. I need the help, but this is the third event in a row she's paired us up for. Neither of us is blind or stupid. Plus, he has Wendy. I'm not saying she should get an award for World's best girlfriend, but she deserves better than being constantly cheated on and disrespected by Gemma at every turn. It's no wonder the poor girl has lapsed since she went to rehab."

I sigh. "I don't know why he decided to stay with her out of all the girl's he's screwed. I mean moving her into a house with him? It wasn't a good thing for either of them."

"I agree. I wish she'd give up on this whole me and Jax thing, though. It's not going to happen."

"It's cause she knows he likes you," I say, shocked it's not obvious to her by now.

"Why do you always say that? If it were true, he would've said something by now. I mean, we had our make out sessions growing up, and that was that. There was a time when I would've welcomed him coming on to me.'

"Girl, please. You'd jump on that shit now too," I say rolling eyes. The sexual tension that rolled between those two would make a virgin wet.

Lee laughs. "Well yeah, but who wouldn't? Now a relationship. No way, he's got too much growing up to do."

I mock gag. "Me for one, and I've been telling you for how long he wants to put his P in your V."

"Really, Journee?"

I laugh. "It's true. I don't know how you can't see it. He's feeling you. Only reasons he hasn't said anything is because he knows you're out of his league until he gets his shit together. "

"Which could never be with the way his mother coddles him."

"Amen to that," I say.

"Besides, I know why you aren't interested in him."

"Oh? Please enlighten me, oh wise one." I say.

"You like your men older. That's why you're immune to the young blond god."

"You have it so bad, Lee." I shake my head.

"Pot meet kettle. I heard Chibs flirting the minute he heard your voice."

I don't bother denying it. "What? I'm like a whiskey connoisseur. I admire things that are aged well."

"Oh, please. You're full of it, and believe me, Chibs would like to let you sample his goods. If you let him know you were interested, he'd be all over you."

"No." I shake my dad. "I'm always going to be a grown-up version of the little buddy he humored when she was young and annoyingly obvious about her crush. I know he watches me for Hap and my Dad too. Hap checks in with him periodically."

He snorts. "Don't get me started on the subject of your mentor. I'm still convinced he and Happy want to make a Journee sandwich. They just don't know it yet."

"Shut up," I gasp horrified. If Happy ever figured out the way I'd once felt for him I'd die a slow death. He was so masculine, sexy, and tattooed. It was impossible not to give into the attraction. I didn't see him every day, so I didn't get the turn-off factor of seeing him disappearing with crow eaters or performing sex acts in plain view.

"What? You can't hold onto that V-card forever, Nee Nee."

"I never meant to, but shit never panned out." I shrug. I didn't have some skewed vision of my virginity being tied into my self-worth. Failed dating attempts litter my past. Life as the daughter of a man in an MC isn't always easy.

"I know, I'm trying to get you to see what's in front of you. I love you, and I know you're lonely." She reaches over and places her hand over mine.

I sigh. "I'm fine. I have the shop, you, the boys, Chibs as a friend, and Hap when he's around. It's more than some have." I force a calm tone in direct odds with what I had going on in my heart.

"Yes, but you deserve more."

"Well, so do you," I say turning the tables.

"Babe, it's different. I'm on a dry spell on purpose. Breaking up with Kick was rough, and at the moment, the prospects in the dating pool are dismal."

I sigh. "We'll always have each other, right?"

"Forever."

Harley "Lee"

I relax in my seat and settle in to enjoy the ride. I've been at the paperwork for Tm all day, and it feels good to let my brain go blank. I love helping out the club, but its stressful cooking books without getting caught. A slip up would be bad for SamCro and me, so I obsess over it until it's finished and then recheck it. I massage my temples as the cold air lowers the temperature of my heated skin.

"Is Kick still out on the road?" I ask, curious about my ex. We parted on good terms. He wanted to go nomad. I knew it wasn't for me. I saw him so little as it was with him being a part of Grim Bastards. You add Nomad to his cut, and I'd be seeing him a couple of times every few months if I was lucky. In the end, we'd made the choice to part ways. It ripped my heart out.

What we had was good for two years straight. We were talking about taking things to the next level. I would've worn his brand proudly. Six foot two and built with caramel colored skin and dark hair he kept cut close to his head, Kick was a handsome devil. He also oozed charm. I hadn't met anyone who compared to him since I relocated back to Charming to live in the house my father willed me. Wally Grazer, the man I never really knew, had been kinder to me in death than he ever was in life. My memories of him are full of alcohol and short visits after he moved away to Jersey and left me with my grandmother. I'm grateful he didn't drag me with him. Lord only knows where I'd have ended up and with whom.

"I saw Kick not too long ago. He was visiting the mother charter in-between runs. He's still rocking the Nomad patch. I don't know if he has plans of coming home. But I'm sure he'd be happy to talk to you about it."

"No. It's pointless to re-hash the past. He made his choices, and I made mine. If he'd asked me before he agreed, he would've known I wasn't interested in never having my old man around," I say with a scowl.

"Still bitter, huh? Maybe because there are lingering feelings?"

I shake my head. "More like in a permanent state of disbelief. Who makes a choice like that without talking to their woman?"

"Someone with their head shoved up their ass so far they couldn't think about anyone else," she counters.

"You got that right," I mumble.

"I think we both could use a few good dates. Maybe it's time to get back on the horse or bike as it were?"

I smile. "You're sweet. I know you're saying that to humor me."

"What? I don't plan on being a spinster."

"No, but I think we both know why you haven't dated," I say softly.

"Why?" she asks.

"A particular Scots man you need to have a lengthy, honest conversation with."

"I don't know what you mean Harley Haven Grazer."

I laugh. "Throwing down my government name isn't going to make what I said any less true."

"I can't, Lee. He already had to put up with my idiotic crush when I was younger, if I shared how I felt now and he didn't' reciprocate it would crush me and ruin the friendship we've formed. Next to you, he's my best friend. I can't lose that."

"I don't think you would. You can't see the way Chibs looks at you. It's like the sun coming out from behind the clouds."

"It's cause I help fill the void Fi and Kerrianne left behind," She mumbles.

"Who?"

"His wife and daughter."

"You know their names?" I say shocked. Chibs is so closed mouthed about his past I'm shocked she knows details.

"Well yeah, we talk about them from time to time. Look. I'm a chicken shit when it comes to love matters, we've established this. I just. I can't take much more heartache. When people don't want to wife me because of things I can't control, or want to change me to fit into their mold. No. I'm done doing that."

"Honey, the right person won't make you feel that way," I say.

"I know. But if I haven't met them yet, when will I? I've run the whole gamut from civilian to club members. God, look at the disaster Kyle turned out to be."

My upper lips curls at the thought of the traitor. "I wish they would've slit his throat and let him bleed out."

"I have plenty of knives. It would've been my pleasure," she spits.

"We're the functioning walking wounded. It's no wonder neither of us has a significant other."

"We're still standing. I think that's what matters most at the end of the day. It'll happen when it's meant to."

I wish I had her faith. She had Sugar and Menace as an example. It gives her a different perspective. My father was a drunk, and my mother was a crack whore. Each chose their drug of choice over me. I'm used to people leaving. It takes a lot to step into my inner circle.

We pull into the parking lot, and I turn to look at her.

"Why do I get the feeling we'll be calling someone to come get us?" I ask.

She smirks. "The night has yet to begin, love. Let's get inside and see how it goes." We wrap our arms around each other's waist, and I take comfort in the presence of one of the most consistent people in my life.

We walk inside and wave at one of our regular bartenders, Karen as we take a seat at the bar.

"Hey girls, I haven't seen you in a while," she says.

"Busy with work and life," I say.

Karen nods, sending her dark waves of hair flowing around her round face. "I understand that. Is this an impromptu girls day?"

"That's exactly what it is," Nee says.

"Then please let me start you off with Cosmos," Karen says.

"Sounds good to me," I say.

We open the menu and browse while she starts our drinks.

"What's been going on outside of accounting?"

"Legit, nothing. I feel like nothing I don't do anything else. You know I like to do it every two to three months to stay up on things. It's like being held hostage by books, desks, and computers for two weeks straight. I leave here every day wanting to scream."

"God I hate math, so I can't even imagine," Nee says.

I laugh. "What did math ever do to you?"

"Tried to make my ass find out the value of X." She scowls like math owes her money and I can't help but giggle. When we get together, we revert to being children again.

We make our selections and sip on our Cosmos.

"Better?" Nee asks.

"So much. I needed to get away from there and spend some time with you."

"I've felt the same. The four walls of the shop have been closing in on me. I want Sweet Ink to do well, but going it so hard for so long is breaking me down." She shakes her head.

"So take a break. Spend time doing the other things you love."

"I have this irrational fear if I take my eyes off the prize for one second everything I worked so hard for will slip through my fingers."

"That's crazy. You've dedicated yourself to this for years. It's built on a solid foundation."

"You think so?" she turns her big brown eyes to me, and I smile.

"I know so. You're one of the hardest working people I know. We're all proud of what you've done and know you'll be doing even more in the future. Why do you doubt yourself?"

"I don't want to be a failure. Everyone pitched in and helped me out. I don't want to let them down, or realize I can't hack it. I knew it was a long shot when I started. Now that things are looking up. I just want it to continue."

I place my head on her shoulder. "It will, but you're no good to anyone else if you're completely run down. You have to take time for yourself. Trust me. I have no problem shutting down the office to rebalance my chi."

She snickers. "That's much better."

"You always know what to say."

"I try." I wink.

"Sassy pants," she mutters.

"You like what's in them."

"Oh, are we playing that game?" she asks lifting an eyebrow.

I smirk. "Nope."

"Mmmmm," she says over her glass of Scotch and ginger ale."

"Highball huh? Another thing you've picked up from your friend?"

"It's good," she whines.

"You could know what else you'd pick up from him that was good if you grew a pair of lady balls."

"Hey I have two of them thank you very much. I just… don't use them for this purpose. How's that whole Jax and Lee thing going?"

"Oh, you ass," I say.

She laughs. "It's not nice when it's you on the receiving end, is it?"

"You know that's nothing more than a pipe dream Gemma has. I'm not about to bow down to the little Prince begging to get in line and suck his dick so he can pay me attention for a split second before he's off cheating with someone I'll have to see later. I don't think the kid can wrap his brain around the concept of monogamy."

"I get the what happens on the road stays on the road rule, but he takes it over the top. He was fucking Emily the other day, and she walked out as Wendy walked in. I could tell the minute Emily smirked at her the poor girl knew."

"And that could never be me. I'd fuck her and him up," I say with a snort.

"I'd help."

"This is why you're my ride or die," I say honestly. Plenty of people can say they'll be there for you. Having someone show you with actions, despite how much it may have cost them at the time, is a precious gift you should never take for granted, and I don't.

"And you're mine. The fact that we're both a little crazy helps."

The food we've ordered comes back, and we continue to chat as we eat and drink. Once our dinner is finished, we continue to linger. I'm feeling good, and the stress has all but disappeared

"We need shots!" I cry.

"Yes." Nee agrees enthusiastically.

"Break out the Jamison, Karen."

A few minutes later six shots are lined up on the bar.

"On three. One, two, three," I call as we grab our first and down it with the others following close after.

A few seconds later the music catches my attention.

"You ready to shake your money maker," I call singing along to the Ludacris song playing over in the small dance area.

"Oh, hell yeah."

We rush to the dance floor and shake and shimmy, allowing our unpleasant memories and tension to dissipate. We grind together, and I cup her ass as we rock to the floor. I rub her crotch with my knee, and she whimpers. I smirk, getting high off the power she allows me to wield over her. She wraps her arms around my neck. I meet her glazed eyes and realized just how wastey face we are.

"We are so wasted."

"Not yet, but we will be," She says.

I laugh. "You're going hard tonight."

"Time to rage babe, we both deserve it," she says.

A fast beat rock song comes over the speakers, and we separate and adapt our dancing style.

Another round of Jamison later and more dancing I hear motorcycles outside.

"Shit, she called them on us," I say.

"Ugh, I wonder who they sent," Nee grumbles.

We continued to dance as we watch the door.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, no," she breathes as Jax and Chibs appear.

Part of me is glad for it. The liquor had loosened her lips along with other things.

"How sweet, your man came to get you," I whisper into her ear.

"So did yours, wench."

I laugh as the guys come toward us shaking their head.

"The two of you together is still trouble," Jax drawls.

"That's not fair to say when we're usually cleaning up after your drunk ass," I shoot back.

Journee bursts into laughter, and I watch as Chibs looks at her like she's an enchantress.

"Love if ye wanted to have a little party the club was open for ye."

"This was inprompatu." She frowns. "Im-promp-to." She sounds the word out carefully, and Jax smirks.

"You are so wasted, Nee."

"I am not. I could finish that entire bottle of Scotch and be fine," She protests.

"Ack, I wouldn't suggest it, lassie. Come, let's settle your tab and get you in the car," Chibs says strolling over to us. It didn't escape my notice that he dedicated himself to being Journee's keeper, leaving me to Jax.

Journee pouts. "One more dance?"

"Yeah, let me see your moves, Teller. If you have any."

"Oh, you doubt me?" he asks, quirking an eyebrow playfully.

"I do," I reply.

"Alright love, one dance, then we need to go, okay?"

Their sweetness is enough to make my teeth ache, but I love it.

I crook my finger and move backward swaying as a song comes on.

Jax pulls me to him. "You issued a challenge darling, you know I can't back down from it." He grips my hips and rolls his hardening cock into my denim covered wet pussy. Dancing with Journee always turns me on.

I gasp. Two can play this game. I wrap my arms around his neck and move, daring him to keep up with my hips. We're locked in our own battle as we move our bodies together. I glance over at Journee and Chibs and bite the inside of my cheek to keep from giggling. She's got that luscious ass of hers pressed into him and her arms wrapped around his neck. He's keeping up and not minding a minute of it. His hand lovingly brushes across her hips, and I know it's a matter of time until they get together.

Convinced she doesn't need rescuing from death by embarrassment; I return my attention to winning this battle of wills. I shake my hips over time.

"Fuck," Jax hisses.

That's right, I got skills you ain't never seen, boy. The song ends, and I think we're all in desperate need of a glass of water.

"Alright, little lassies, time to pay up and go home. It's after midnight. They kept the joint open a little later for ye as it is," Chibs say.

"We have to tip them well, Filip," she says softly.

Jax lifts his eyebrows, and I shake my head answering his silent question. There's nothing to tell.

"Aye, we will, Lennan. Don't you worry," he assures her.

"You ready to open up your wallet, Teller?"

He smirks. "Yeah, got to make sure they'll keep looking out for you girls as long as you plan on showing your ass."

"You know damn well; this is nothing."

He laughs. "Yes, I do. You two are permanent pains in my ass." He wraps his arm around my shoulders.

"But you love us."

"I do love my little darlings," he says as we head to the bar.

Stress, laughter, friends, and coping with booze. It's just another day in beautiful Charming.