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Chapter 2
Dixie woke up to the feeling of being crushed - Chib's passed out body lay on top of her. She groaned and tried to push him off of her.
"Fiona…" He muttered in his sleep. Dixie sighed softly and petted his head. It was always the mysterious Fiona. She wasn't sure who she was but whoever she was he always said her name. When he was with her last night he had moaned that woman's name. She wasn't with him that often…he usually went for blondes. But when she was with Chibs it was always heavily laden with the ghost of whoever Fiona was. But he never made her feel less than, some of the others…were more….curt in their needs. Chibs treated all the women like they were lasses after his own heart. But when the moments came between them when there were no pretenses, the veil lifted, and she saw a man who was bound by a love from the past. It made him even all more endearing to her. Dixie stroked his hair and soothed him back to sleep deciding she didn't have to move so soon.
Eventually she was able to pry herself from underneath him and slipped quietly into the bathroom. She ruffled her hair and freshened up while trying to be quiet. The air trickled around her and she sighed again studying her tired face in the mirror. She looked like death, sometimes the urge to drink was a little too much for her to handle, and it was time like these that Dixie catalogued as 'how would I feel if I had gotten drunk?'. She got her stuff and walked quietly through the clubhouse. The aftermath of the party was all over. She saw Hannah passed out on top of a couple of girls and knelt down.
Dixie made a valiant attempt at waking her friend but it didn't work. She hauled ass out of the clubhouse and drove herself back to her work. She worked at the local bar five days out of the week and danced a few times a month. The dancing kept her comfortable with a little left over for savings. She had travelled enough, city to city, to know savings (even just a little) was a good thing.
Her boss yelled at her for rolling after noon instead of eleven am like he so liked. He didn't even open until two most of the time. Rolling her eyes she pulled out the spare shit she kept under the bar and went to the bathroom to change into a fresh pair of undies and a new shirt.
The night was calmer, for a weekend night, and she went on to her next shift. For Dixie the weekends were packed. She liked it during the weekdays when she had time to wander around Charming, go get a ice cream or something.
Stripping wasn't something she felt was her life's work or anything. But if she closed her eyes for the first few moments and didn't see all the bald men rubbing their crotches and focused on the dancing, the music, the feeling of her body moving…moved past it…it was a liberating experience. Well, sometimes. Mostly it was her aiming for tips and having the boss walk her to the car so no middle-aged-father-of-two could get frisky with her.
But it was good pay.
Maybe she would go to Seattle to see her friends this summer.
Dixie liked her simple life. It could sound redundant, it could sound like she was stuck in a rut. It could also sound like she was making excuses for herself. But, she liked it the way it was.
It was a late Wednesday afternoon in the middle of the week when Dixie's blasted car decided to go on the fritz. She rolled into Teller-Morrow Automotive and stopped in front of the office. Gemma saw her pull in and walked out to meet her.
"Trouble, baby girl?"
"Yes, ma'am." Dixie answered. "It was smoking a mile back."
"Come on in, I'll have one of the boys take it in." Gemma said. Dixie hauled out of her car and followed her inside.
She sat in the office and waited.
"Hey, Dix." Juice came through. "Keys?"
She tossed them over to him.
"Thanks, I'll have Lowell take a look for ya." He replied.
She waited, a bit bored, for another hour and wandered into the clubhouse.
"Hey, baby doll." Bobby said. "Get me a beer, will ya?"
Dixie went and got the old man a beer.
There were a few of Sons that didn't require…all of her available services. Bobby didn't…she assumed it had to do with the fact that he could remember giving her candy each year since she was able to walk on Halloween, and the hooked up sons – Jax and Opie. But even though she wasn't as the boys put it 'full service' for those guys she was still at their beck and call.
"There ya go, Bobby. Anything else?"
"Naw"
Dixie plopped herself on a couch and waited, she randomly picked a Harley magazine and flipped through it.
"Get me a beer, doll." Stated Tig as he took a seat at a table to clean his piece.
She got up and grabbed him a beer.
Dixie idly eyed the piano and remembered the piano lessons her Mama had scrimped and saved for…closing her eyes she shook her head. Sometimes, moments like that made her feel a drift. Like she had no ties. No grounding.
"Hey, sweetbutt." A raspy voice announced at her. "Get me a beer."
So she got up and got Happy a beer.
It was about that time when Juice loped in and told her that her car was going to have to stay for a week or so.
"What's wrong with it?"
He went into detail, using words that she didn't understand, for about five minutes.
"Um…okay." She replied. Dixie ran her hand through her hair with frustration. What the hell was she going to do now? She could walk to and from the bar or get a ride from her boss. But her stripping job was out on the outskirts no one could get her a ride and she sure as hell couldn't walk.
"Thanks." She sighed, rolling her eyes at her situation.
"Need a ride home?" Juice offered.
She nodded.
"Prospect, take Dixie home." Juice called out.
One of the Prospects escorted her back and drove her home in a auto truck. She was tired when she got home and drank herself some coffee. She was okay, her life was okay. But yea, it sucked. Dixie spent the next week trying to get rides to her jobs and avoiding the clubhouse. Hannah barely came home anymore but still paid rent leaving Dixie in the small house alone. It was a cute little house, when treated nice, and she had grown up in it. It had a small kitchen off to the left (she had it painted yellow), and off to the right was a sitting room. All that was left was two small rooms and a bathroom. Her backyard wasn't much to look at. She and Hannah hated lawn-work. It was all she could do to keep herself from going crazy or hitting the liquor store.
When she finally got her car back she drove straight to a Bobby's birthday party at the Clubhouse. She parked in the back with the rest of the cars and walked towards the already-heavy party. The sky was dark and star-lit with the full moon echoing around the shadows. Barrels of fire were set up and roaring. Girls were surrounding around them hanging around the hangarounds and the members. The cage was set up but empty. Dixie saw Gemma and Tara unloading bags of supplies and groceries and quickly ran over to help.
"Here, I got that." She said taking a falling bag off of Tara's arms. They smiled and nodded at each other.
"In the kitchen. Give the Oreos to Chucky." Gemma ordered giving her another bag.
She finagled her way through the dancing already-drunken crowd. Hannah was on a table. Well, a pool table and was about to get knocked down by an annoyed looking Happy. She shook her head and prayed that Hannah wouldn't get a concussion. That crazy drunk.
Dixie got into the kitchen and tossed the Oreos at a happy looking Chucky.
"Thanks..uh…" He stumbled on her name.
"Dixie."
"Thanks Dixie!" He finished bounding off with a childish grin.
Gemma and Tara made it into the kitchen and started to put together plates of snacks to bring out to the party. Dixie made herself busy with helping a little bit glad for the distraction.
"Where's you're…friends?" Tara asked. "We could use the help.
Dixie peaked out and waved one of her fellow sweet butts. The girl looked annoyed until she got inside and saw Gemma and Tara.
"Pass this around." Gemma handed her a plate of cheese and cold cuts.
"Mmk"
Dixie helped with the refreshments and snacks quietly letting the other two women talk amongst each other. She was grateful to get out of the smoke-filled room and into a slightly less gross area.
"So." Gemma said suddenly putting her hand on her hip and facing Dixie. She questioned her with her eyes alone. "How have you been, baby."
Tara paused for a moment and looked at Gemma from behind with curiosity but said nothing. She gave Dixie a understanding nod and turned back to her work cutting up veggies.
"I'm pretty good." She replied truthfully. "It was hard losing my parents…I don't have any livin' relatives…but I'm doing well. Work's good. House is good. All's well as could be, I guess."
Gemma nodded.
"You haven't been drinking as much as you were when you first got back home."
"No – No I haven't…I don't want to be my parents." She didn't have to explain any further. Her parents were friends of SAMCRO and generally known as people who kept their word but they were drunks….plain and simple drunks.
"That's good." Gemma stated after a long moment of eyeing her. "I think you're doing good, baby. Keep off the bottle..you've got a place here."
"Thanks, Gemma." She replied with genuine gratitude (and relief).
She was handed a plate and told to go serve the boys. The rock'n'roll pumped through the thick room and bodies were moving together, people were calling out to each other or just making noise for the hell of it, and there were people here she had never seen before. Dixie shook her head and smiled at the raucous site. Her eyes rested on the a few cuts that were sitting together at a table outside.
"Hey there," She said setting down the plate in front of them. It was Tig, Chibs, Happy, and Opie. Opie looked worse for wear. Dixie's heart went out to him – he and Lyla had called it quits again – but knew far too better than to start rubbing his arm. She wanted to pull the girls who tried away for their damn good. Moves like that just ended up just causing hurt in the long run…
"Ooh…legs!" Tig drawled, he yanked her on his lap along with another blonde. "Come to Papa, Dixie!" He gave her a blue-eyed smile and she smiled back, letting him clamp his arm around her waist while he buried his face in the neck and cleavage of his other blonde companion.
"Say, Dixie." Bobby cocked his head and looked at her after a while. "How long you been back in town…?"
"About three and a half years." She replied with a rueful grin.
"Eh, that's about right." He muttered. Bobby shook his head. "I remember when ya was just a little thing…always waving at me at the bus stop when I rode past…hehe...you sure did look cute dressed up as a doll that one Halloween."
"Doll?" Tig said stiffening.
The cuts began a low roar of laughter at their brother's expense.
She shook her head as Tig shoved her off his lap.
That night she ended up in the backroom after Happy claimed her for the night. Happy was straight forward and had a darker twisted side which he usually only showed blondes with curvalicious bodies. Dixie was a skinny brunette. He liked getting his cock sucked and finishing off rough and hard in her pussy. It was all very neat and tidy at the end. He wasn't the kind of guy to get into messy. Happy barely let her finish before he rolled off of her with a deep and heavy sigh.
It permeated in the air and she wondered what was going through his head. The tension in his neck and arms told her not to rub up against him. Feeling a bit lonely she curled up on her side of the bed and fell asleep. When she woke she had been covered up by an extra blanket and he was gone.
