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Chapter 2
"I feel the sweet release,
Of a Friday night
For a couple of hours we can run this town
Till it runs dry.
Tip it on back, make it feel good
Sip a little more than you know you should
Let the smoke roll, off your lips
Let it all go whatever it is
And tip it on back"
Tip It On Back – Dierks Bentley
Randi stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her. She had taken a long nap before getting in the shower and cleaning herself up for the party going on tonight. She dug through her duffel bag and pulled out a pair of boy cut panties. She slipped them on and grabbed a bra before dropping her towel and slipping into the bra. She hooked it quickly and started digging back through her bag. She looked up as the door opened.
"Oh shit! I'm sorry," Jax shielded his eyes with his hand. "I thought you were still in the shower. I was gonna drop these clean sheets in here."
Randi snorted. "You're good dude. I've spent the past seven months surrounded by guys. I don't give a damn if you see me in my underwear."
Jax uncovered his eyes and strolled over to drop the sheets on the bed. He looked her over as she pulled on a pair of short khaki shorts and a dark green tank top. Now that she had the uniform off he could see the tattoos scattered across her body.
Which was a very nice body, he thought to himself. She wasn't anywhere near fat but definitely wasn't skin and bones either. More muscled than anything. Except that curvy ghetto ass and more than plentiful breasts, he thought grinning. Who knew Half Sack's sister would turn out to be a hottie?
Randi slid her flip flops on and started to brush her hair. She shivered and grinned.
"God, it feels so fucking nice to be clean. It's been bad enough having Afghanistan funk on me but then that long ass plane ride and the drive down just made it worse. And then to sleep in a bed! Now at least I don't feel like a bag of smashed assholes."
Jax let out a short bark of laughter and raised an eyebrow. "What the fuck did you say?"
"Bag of smashed assholes? You've never heard that, huh?" Randi asked, grinning. "I've got a colorful vocabulary thanks to the military."
"Definitely never heard that."
"Stick with me kid. I can teach you lots," she joked.
Jax smirked. "I bet you could," he replied suggestively.
Randi picked up two silver cuff bracelets with black writing etched across them and put them on, ignoring Jax's comment, before grabbing her makeup bag and heading to the bathroom. She slapped on some tinted moisturizer and mascara. Thanks to the desert sun she had a nice little tan going on and she didn't like wearing much makeup anyway. She looked back towards the bedroom and was relieved to see Jax had walked out.
She had spent the past seven months being a good girl and as much as she would love to be getting laid she wasn't quite at the level to jump into bed with someone five minutes after meeting them.
"Well, unless I have massive amounts of alcohol and he has a big dick," she mumbled to herself, shrugging.
She took one last look in the mirror before walking out of the bathroom. She grabbed her dog tags off her bedside table, put them on and tucked them under her tank. She walked out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind her. She headed towards the main room of the clubhouse, where music and general loudness was coming from. She leaned against the wall and grinned, watching her brother. He was leaning against the small bar and his face was flushed, probably because of the big breasted brunette that was grinding her ass against the front of his jeans. Randi shook her head, laughing, before strolling over to him.
"Tsk, tsk. What would Mom say?"
Kip motioned the girl away, ignoring the pouting look she gave him. "Depends on the mood she's in."
"You mean depends on how much she has been drinking or snorting. Which reminds me, have you talked to her and the step-loser lately?"
"Not lately. She called wanting money to bail him out for beating her ass and when I told her I didn't have it she cussed me out. Haven't heard from her since. I tried calling her back but I think her number changed."
Randi shook her head and took the beer Kip offered her. "Well, I say good riddance to bad rubbish," she said, clinking her beer against his. "I couldn't stand the cunt anyway."
Kip sighed. "Don't be like that Randi. She's our mom. I know she has her faults but it wasn't always bad."
Randi ruffled his hair. "I know hon. Let's just forget about it. What have you been up to, besides playing Hells Angel and banging twits with tits?"
"I-I-I'm not banging anyone," Kip stuttered, blushing.
Randi stared him down. "Don't give me that shit, Kip. All I gotta say is you better be using protection. Not only cause the world isn't ready for the spawn coming from your one-balled loins, but from the looks of the women you hang out with now you might catch something Ajax won't scrub off."
Kip winced at Randi's outspokenness and looked around, hoping no one had overheard his sister. He breathed a sigh of relief, seeing everyone wrapped up in their own thing.
"I haven't been up to much," he said, trying to change the subject from his sex life. "But what I'm doing isn't important. How are you?"
"I'm good," Randi replied, taking a swig of her beer. "Just counting down the days."
Kip eyed his sister carefully. She was staring straight ahead, avoiding his gaze. Something was definitely bothering her, but it would take quite a few more drinks to get his sister to finally open up to him.
Randi mentally shook herself and focused on Kip. She smiled at him tenderly.
"I've missed you little brother," she said, throwing an arm around him and hugging him to her.
"I've missed you too. I'm ready for you to be done, Randi. You're pushing your luck with this deployment. You need to get out and move here. We can finally be a family again."
Randi nodded and looked at her brother, wide eyed and pleading.
Even after all the things he had seen and been through with the military, he still possessed an air of pure childlike innocence. Randi had always been the tough one of the two and had always shielded Kip from the abuse life had dealt them. When he had followed in her footsteps and joined the military and then got wrapped up with this motorcycle club, she had been sure his innocence would be lost, but she was pleased to see he was the same Kip as always.
She ruffled his hair, grabbed a bottle of tequila sitting on the bar in front of them and spun around to watch the people around them. She could see some of the guys playing pool while the others seemed more involved with scantily dressed women.
"So, this is your normal Friday night Kippers?" she asked. "Boozing it up and screwing women?"
Kip shrugged. "Pretty much. Mechanic during the day. Male slut during the night."
Randi snorted. "Yeah uh huh. I suppose I'm cramping your style then."
Kip shrugged. "I don't care if you are. Spending time with you is more important than any of these chicks."
"You got two weeks to spend with me hon. You're fine. Go get yourself laid. I'll keep myself busy," she said, gesturing with the tequila bottle before pouring herself a shot.
Kip eyed his sister. "I'm sure you will."
"Oh, go on. The big breasted brunette has been staring over here longingly and glaring at me since I've come over. Go put her out of her misery," she said, kissing him on the cheek and pushing him away from the bar.
Kip sighed and rolled his eyes. "Yes Sergeant."
"That's Staff Sergeant to you, you little fucker," she grinned.
Kip flipped her off as he walked backwards towards the brunette. Randi grinned then turned her attention back to the bottle of tequila she was working on. She looked over when Jax and a man with a mohawk sat beside her. Jax nodded towards the bottle in her hands.
"Wanna share?"
"Sure, why not? It's you guys liquor anyway," she replied and watched as he grabbed two more shot glasses from behind her. Randi filled the shot glasses to the brim and grinned at both men.
"Bottoms up," Jax said, before they all tossed the shots down. Jax grinned at her and took the tequila bottle, filling up their glasses again.
"This is Juice," Jax continued, motioning to the man beside him.
Randi nodded at him and held her hand out for him to shake. "Randi."
He grinned at her and shook her hand. "Oh, I know who you are. Still can't believe you are related to Sack though."
"Why is that?"
"You just seem very different."
Randi raised an eyebrow. "Well yeah. I have tits and a vagina. He has a penis and balls. Well one anyway."
Jax rolled his eyes at Juice. "Man, stop talking."
Randi grinned. These guys reminded her of her guys back in Afghanistan. Always making jokes at the others expense but obviously loyal to each other. Kip could have done a lot worse than the group he was hanging out with. She looked over at Juice who had yet to take the second shot of tequila.
"You need me to mix that up in one of those girly margaritas so you can handle it?" she asked, motioning to the shot of tequila in his hand.
Jax chuckled at the surprised look on Juice's face. "Man, she called you out. What are you gonna do now?"
Juice threw back the shot and then pointed at Randi. "You and me right now. Shot for shot."
Randi snorted. "Oh sweetheart, you don't wanna play this game. I might have been in the desert for the past seven months but I can still drink you under the table. I understand you got a little sand in your va-jay-jay when I questioned your manly drinking abilities… But I don't want you to hurt yourself trying to out drink me punkin."
Randi shot a look at Jax when he made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a giggle.
"Oh no sir. No laughing for you. You just got invited into this as well."
Jax and Juice both started to protest. Randi raised an eyebrow.
"Wow. I thought bikers would be more I don't know…manly? Able to handle their liquor? Not pussies?" Randi responded to their protests.
She loved egging people on. Peer pressure's a bitch.
She grinned when both of them glared at her before Jax poured out more shots for the three of them and slammed the bottle of tequila back down on the counter.
"Drink up," she said, before grinning and throwing back the tequila. After a couple more shots, they had attracted a small crowd.
"Aye darlin, one more shot and lil' Juicy is done," Chibs whispered in her ear. He had immediately made a bet on her winning and had set himself up as her drinking coach. "Then you can take on that tall blonde bastard."
Randi grinned as she watched Juice put the shot glass to his mouth before turning a sickly green. He put the shot glass back down and slid it away from him to loud boos. Jax smirked at her.
"Well, it's just you and me darlin'."
Randi rolled her eyes and shook her head back and forth, then immediately regretted the motion as her head felt like it was spinning off of her neck. She took a very controlled breath and looked at Jax.
"Yup, just us. You gonna give up now?" she responded. She looked him over carefully. "I mean if I were you I would. Better to bow out gracefully now."
Jax's nostrils flared, hearing the challenge in her words. "How about doubles?"
Randi grinned and drummed on the bar top. "Now, that's what I'm talkin' about. It'll be quicker to finish you off this way."
"Oh darlin' I have a much better way you can finish me off," Jax replied, with a devilish glint in his eyes.
Randi curled her lip up. "Oh honey, like you would even be able to do the job properly after this much liquor. And I'd eat you alive and spit out the pieces…Darlin'."
The crowd surrounding them ooohed and Jax's eyes lit up. "Is that another challenge?"
"How about you finish the first one before you try to start another? Men…they never want to follow through with a task," Randi smirked, shaking her head and sharing a commiserating glance with a Croweater standing beside Chibs.
Chibs slammed two more shot glasses down in front of them. He filled the four shot glasses with tequila and then stared at them.
"How bout less talkin' and more drinkin'?" he stated.
Randi and Jax shrugged before picking up their next shots. They nodded at each other before throwing them back. They immediately picked up their next shot and Randi tossed hers back easily. She looked over and saw Jax had finished the shot but was swallowing and licking his lips compulsively. She grinned. She knew he was done at that moment even if he thought he wasn't. She leaned over and tickled at his ear.
"You ready to concede darlin'?" she whispered in his ear, as she snagged the shot glass filled with tequila that Juice had slid away. She picked it up and slowly moved it in front of Jax, making sure the fumes from the tequila hit his nose. She grinned when he gulped and pushed her hand away.
"Sure you don't want it?" she asked, offering it once again.
Jax glared at her and she giggled before taking the shot herself and slamming the glass back on the bar top. She raised her hands up in victory.
"I'd say that's a win right?" she asked Chibs.
Chibs eyed Jax who was scrambling to get off the stool. "I'd say so from the looks o' him."
Randi took a deep breath before picking up her cup of ice and her cigarettes.
"Well, I'm gonna go get some air and have a cigarette to celebrate my victory. If you see my brother, tell him I'm outside," she said, grinning at Chibs. Kip had disappeared towards the back of the clubhouse after a few shots after he warned her not to hurt anyone's pride too much. Chibs nodded at her and Randi carefully made her way out the door of the clubhouse. She clambered up on a picnic table and lit a cigarette before lying back.
"You know if you are trying to get in Jax's pants that's not the way to do it. No one likes a girl that acts like a boy," a voice came from in front of Randi.
Randi shifted up onto her elbows and raised an eyebrow in disbelief at the bleached blonde standing in front of her. Randi swept a contemptuous look over her. She was poured into a tiny silvery top barely covering her breasts and a tiny miniskirt with sky high heels.
Randi snorted. "And I suppose practically showing my clam would do it then?" she asked, incredulously.
The blonde shrugged her shoulders and looked her over dismissively. "It works for me but somehow I don't think you could pull it off."
"Yeah, I don't think so either. And strange as it must be to you, I'm happy with that. By the way, just a FYI, I'm not looking to steal some guy from you. All I'm here to do is spend time with my brother," Randi responded, laying back down and taking another drag off her cigarette. "I'm really not interested in you, your hoohah, or who might possibly be visiting it either."
Randi heard her make a frustrated groan and then her heels clicking away. Randi mentally rolled her eyes.
Some women amused the hell out of her with their little games they liked to play.
Randi heard the door to the clubhouse open and someone stumble out towards where she was laying. She looked up as Jax bumped against the picnic table.
"You ok?" she asked, giggling at the blonde biker. His hair was everywhere and he looked completely annihilated.
"I'm absolutely fucking wonderful," Jax replied and clumsily climbed onto the table and laid back as well.
"Well, that's fan-fucking-tastic."
"What are we staring at?" Jax asked, staring intently up.
"I don't know what the fuck you are staring at. I'm studying my eyelids."
Jax closed his eyes and quickly reopened them and shot up. "The world spins when I do that."
Randi grinned. "That's tequila for you."
"How do you drink like that?" Jax asked.
Randi picked up her cup of ice and shook it slightly. "This is my secret. I chew on it in between shots. Keeps you hydrated and keeps your mouth and mind busy. You don't think of the fact that your head and stomach are swirling. Plus a couple glasses of water and no hangover for me."
Jax poked her in the side. "Could have shared that with me before."
"Yeah right, I wasn't about to help you," she responded, laughing.
Jax shrugged. "I don't blame ya there."
Randi stretched, her tank top sliding up enough to show off her tanned tummy. Jax's eyes focused on that strip of golden skin. He leaned over and grinned down at Randi.
"So does tequila make your clothes fall off?" he asked, running a finger over the skin showing.
Randi snorted and slapped his hand away. "Naah. More like tequila makes me punch a bitch in the throat."
"So you're a fighter not a lover?"
"Something like that," Randi responded, then sat up. She rubbed her eyes. "I'm still jet lagged as hell and drinking did not help. I'm headed to bed."
Jax nodded and watched as Randi clambered down from the picnic table and headed towards the door to the clubhouse.
"Night Jax," she said over her shoulder as she entered.
"Night," he responded, then smirked when he saw the blonde porn star that was strolling towards him. He knew it didn't even take tequila to get Ima's clothes off.