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Dorothy took a small tentative drag off of her cigarette as she recounted the woes of her day. "First thing, I stop for coffee and manage to spill it on my shirt." She pulled aside the thin baby blue spring scarf that was wrapped around her neck and revealed not only a stain on her white button down blouse but revealed a glimpse of the swell of her chest.

Chibs could barely focus on the stain when he had a view of her covered yet ample breasts and the milky white flesh of her neck. All he could think about was nuzzling his face in the revealed skin. He shook he head and tried to concentrate on her words.

She sighed taking another drag and coughing lightly. "Then I pulled into a parking spot to try and clean myself up, but when I made myself presentable, my piece of shit car wouldn't start!" She rolled her eyes, clearly still frustrated with the day's events. "I take that back, it's not a piece of shit, it's a classic, it just needs some more love." Dorothy seemed to wistfully think about her car. "1977 MG Midget. My dad bought it for my mom the year I was born, and gave it to me when I was 16. I can't imagine being parted from it."

Chibs wanted to interject saying that he could fix her car, no problem. Anything that would give him an excuse to see her again, but she plowed on with her story.

"I walked to the gas station next door and managed to get the elderly attendant to jump my car. Just as we get it started my boss calls wondering where the hell I am." Dorothy tossed the butt of her cigarette to the ground and stomped it out with her heel. In an obvious moment of littering guilt she dismounted the bollard and looked for a proper receptacle. She continued to talk as she wandered towards a trashcan with an ashtray atop. Chibs jumped down and followed to continue listening. Dorothy called spoke over her shoulder. "I just got this job a few months ago, and I have a sneaking suspicion that my boss, Gloria, doesn't like me very much." Placing the butt in the receptacle she made a quick spin, not realizing her companion was close behind her doing the same. She ran bodily into Filip Telford, strong hands holding her steady as she swayed from the sudden impact. Her hands shot to his chest catching herself from tripping. Dorothy snorted out an embarrassed laugh, her cheeks burned realizing their pseudo embrace.

"Then what happened?" Chibs stepped turned guiding her to their previous perch on the bollards with a gentle hand at her back.

Her hands now under her command again she pushed a loose strand of hair out of her face and prayed that her cheeks were not as red as they felt. "Well I got here and my computer wouldn't boot up. I've had Pete working on it since I got here. I've been running around all morning pulling files and manually reviewing court filings." She kicked up her feet and acknowledged her tall red patent leather heels. "Picked a bad day to be wearing these. My feet are killing me."

The moment Chibs saw her in the courthouse he noticed her toned calves and perky ass accentuated by the tall pumps. All he could think was that it was a GREAT day for her to be wearing those heels. Hell she should wear heels like that every day. "Well it seems that your computer is back up and running."

"Things are looking up. The afternoon will be easier thanks to Pete, and I met a handsome man to listen to all my woes." Dorothy was instantly mortified to have so overtly flirted with the Scot.

Chibs raised an eyebrow. "Handsome, aye?" He tapped his foot against one of her heels. "High praise from such a lovely lass."

Dorothy shook her head and giggled, she was sure that her ears were now as bright as her cheeks. Her head snapped to attention at the sound of her name being called out. "Dorothy!" She looked at the top of the courthouse steps to see her boss, Gloria, arms crossed in her severe navy pants suit. Gloria tapped her watched and marched back into the courthouse.

"Busted!" Chibs joked in a conspiratorial tone. "I'll let you get back to work." When he stood he pulled his wallet out and pulled out a Teller-Morrow Automotive card. "I happen to be a mechanic, I can help you out and give that MG of yours the love it deserves." Her fingers lingered on his when she took the card. "Be sure to ask for Chibs. That's what they call me at the garage."

"Um." Dorothy habitually pushed her hair back again. "I might do that." She gave a meek wave and bounded gracefully up the steps in her red heels.

Chibs watched her ascend the stairs, mulling over the conflicting messages from Dorothy. 'Handsome' she had said, but she also said that she 'might call' in a non-committal fashion.

**SOA**SOA**SOA**

Hours later Chibs found himself nursing a Jameson in the clubhouse absently watching Opie and Juice play pool and listening to Ratboy and Filthy Phil natter on about the best way to get the mysterious sticky substance off of the floor behind the bar. He was distracted, inexplicably dwelling on his interaction this morning with the Court Clerk Dorothy. Sure, he found her attractive but she worked for the court and he was a criminal. Nothing could happen between them except for a quick fuck.

Before he could ponder any longer Tig approached yelling loudly to gain his brothers' attention. "It is Taco Tuesday boys! Who's in?! Cantina Fuentes is calling my name."

Opie straightened up looking very tempted by the offer. "Oh that sounds good!" His shoulders slumped when he made a realization. "Shit, can't go. I promised Lyla I'd be home for dinner tonight."

Tig grabbed Chibs by the kutte and pulled him off the stool and motioned for Juice to follow. "Tacos! Now!" In the 6 weeks that had passed since the boys were released from Stockton Tig had dragged them for Mexican food at least once a week. "Honestly, I'm still not sure what I missed most in the joint: Gemma's food, pussy, or Tacos from Cantina Fuentes. Booze I missed booze too."

As Chibs mounted his bike he proclaimed "Don't worry Brother, I picked up the slack while you were gone." Tig flicked the Scotsman off as he started his bike and tore out of the lot to the Cantina on the edge of Charming.

Ninety minutes later Chibs was pulling the offensive lime out of his Mexican beer and relaxing after the delicious carne asada he'd ordered. He watched Juice dig greedily into some flan while trying to fend off Tig's wandering fork. From the corner of his eye he spotted a familiar pair sharing an appetizer at the bar. Dorothy and Pete sat together, laughing raucously and sucking on fishbowl sized margaritas. His blood ran cold at the sight of her. It was clearly a sign from the heavens that she was here. Taking a fortifying chug from his beer he stood telling his cohorts that he'd be right back. As he approached he heard Pete jokingly say, "Girl, you looked at him like you wanted to have all of his babies."

"Shut up, Pete." Lynn threw her head back and laughed popping a bite of flauta into her mouth.

Pete grabbed her knee and quietly said "Speak of the devil." Turning around her eyes widened as she saw the familiar man approach. Earlier today he'd looked so handsome in his button down shirt, now he wore a t-shirt under a leather biker's kutte and looked dangerously sexy. She recognized the Sons of Anarchy symbols, she'd lived in the area long enough to know their reputation, and wasn't surprised that he was a member after receiving his T-M card earlier in the day. She'd taken it upon herself to do a little research earlier in the day.

Chibs leaned against the bar next to her, "I'm starting to think you're following me, Dorothy."

Dorothy rapidly chewed her flauta in the hopes that she could speak, and desperately thought of a witty retort. Instead she swallowed and lamely said. "No… um no. I'm not… following you that is."

Chibs felt a little shot down at her response. He'd hoped that she'd play along and flirt with him again. He held out his hand to Pete who had a wide Cheshire grin on his face. "Pete, right? Good to see you again."

Pete let out a slow "uhhh huh" sound and shook Chibs' hand. "Dorothy and I were just talking about how you could give her some love." Pete's smile impossibly became wider as Dorothy slapped his knee and her mouth dropped open in an outraged gape. "Oh, I meant show her MG some love."

Chibs mentally high-fived Pete for keeping the conversation flirtatious. "Aye, that I can. I've been known to work wonders." The biker eyed her margarita that was running low. "You seem to need another drink, let me buy your next one."

Pete dramatically looked at his wrist that was absent a watch. "O-M-G girl look at the time. I forgot I have to do a thing. Somewhere. Ok, bye, love you." He kissed her on each cheek slapped twenty dollars on the bar and hastily made an exit.

Dorothy was left dumbfounded at the change of pace to the evening when the man she'd been thinking about all day took the now vacant seat. Again she felt the familiar heat in her cheeks. For some reason this man made her warm all over, she desperately hoped the dim lighting would hide the rouge.

"I hope your day was better than your disastrous morning?" Chibs kicked off the conversation and took a swig of his beer.

"Actually it just keeps getting better and better, Filip." She responded feeling emboldened by the margarita flowing through her. Her bright blue eyes smiled along with the sly half smile she offered.

Chibs scooted closer to her on the stool, her knees nearly nested in his and said "oh yeah, why's that?"

Just as she was about to respond Juice bounded up between them, drunk on flan and tacos. "Hey, Chibby! Who's your friend?"

Dorothy took in the sight of the mohawked man in front of her, noting his tribal-ish lightning strike tattoos and the kutte that matched Filip's. Holding out her hand she introduced herself. "I'm Dorothy."

Juice enthusiastically shook her hand back. "You're not in Kansas anymore. I'm Juice!" He attempted to joke.

"Clever, Juice, I've never heard that before." Dorothy dead-panned. She appreciated that Filip was one of the few people that didn't make the same lame 'Wizard of Oz' joke when learning her name.

Much to Chibs annoyance Juice stood awkwardly between them continuing to ask inane questions. "So how do you two know each other?"

Shyly Dorothy responded. "Actually we met earlier today at the courthouse."

"Really? What did you do?" Juice asked.

Dorothy laughed at the insinuation. "Nothing! I work there in the Court Clerk's office."

Chibs was giving Juice the stink eye, wishing that he would go away, his younger friend seemed completely unaware of the stare. To add insult to injury Tig rushed up to them. "Hey sweetheart, sorry to interrupt. We have to go boys, Jax called."

With great disappointment Chibs stood, grasping Dorothy's hand and kissing her knuckles. "Give me a call, I'll tune you up." With a sly smile before departing he specified. "That MG of yours."

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