Title: A Taste of Charming Life
Disclaimer: I do not own Sons of Anarchy. I do not own Celina Ford. As stated in the previous chapter, I'm a college student. You could sue, I have a little bit of money now, but I'm getting a new animal – and that shit's expensive, kids. Once you tack on spay/neutering fees, declawing, vaccinations…Imma be broke here, real soon.
I feel like I should clarify this before I add another chapter. I'm not writing one gigantic story involving every character info I receive. I'm doing a chapter for each, and possibly, if I connect with the background of a character and have the permission of the original author, write more chapters for a specific character.
A/N: This character comes from the brilliant mind of AlyKat4Life. I highly recommend her stories involving Happy and a character by the name of Alyssa. Hope you like what I've done with Celina, Aly =)
'Cel…..Lina!...Celina Ford!"
Celina shot up from the car she was working on, her head slamming right into the hood.
"OW! Son of a Monkey…."
"Son of a Monkey?"
"Oh kiss my ass, Tigger."
She said, throwing the oil rag at Tig, trying desperately to be serious and failing horribly. Wiping her oil covered hands on the work shirt she was wearing, Celina headed into the office, knowing that the queen hated to be kept waiting.
"Hey Aunt Gem. What's up?"
"I'm heading over to Jax's place to watch Abel for a little bit and I need you to hold down the fort while I'm gone."
Since the whole Irish fiasco, and Abel getting kidnapped, things had been different around Teller-Morrow. Gemma had been proud of the way her niece handled the situation, and stepped up to the plate. 'See, baby? That's why Tara bolted again. There's no way she was meant for the MC life.' , Gemma had told Jax when he discovered that Tara had, yet again, ran out, leaving Jax to pick up the pieces. This time had been too much, though, and Jax declared that this was it – the last time he would pick up their relationship. Celina had never seen Gemma so happy before.
"Sure, not a problem. It's a relatively light day today anyway."
"For now, at least. The Tacoma boys are coming in later tonight. Anyway, I'll see you later, baby. Bye."
"Goodbye."
They hugged briefly before Gemma took off, leaving Celina alone in the office. Celina had almost forgotten about the annual charity run through Charming. Every year, Sons from across the country rode to the west coast, to raise money for the children's hospital. She loved the idea that these hard-ass leather-clad bikers were such softies around the kids.
Her first impression of the day had been mostly correct – a few customers came in to get their cars, and she only had to deal with one lady throwing a hissy fit over the cost to repair her thirty year old death trap of a car. Chibs had offered to bust out the lady's headlight, if it'd make Celina feel better – she considered it for a minute, before deciding against it, knowing that she would deal with the lady even more. Around 6:30, the sun was just starting to go down, and Celina knew it wouldn't be too long before the party started.
"Alright, boys, I'm heading home really quick to pick up Regina and get ready. Try not to cut anything off while I'm gone."
"No promises, darlin'. Can't be sure with Tiggy working."
Anyone else might have been serious, but she knew Bobby was just playing around. Some people found his sense of humor abrasive, but Celina had grown up around it. His jokes made her feel like she was home, no matter where they were. She drove over to her small apartment, not surprised when she found Regina inside already getting ready.
"Give me about five minutes to shower and change, and then you can work on my hair."
Regina just smiled and nodded. Hairdressing was something she enjoyed, and Celina was the only one she could convince to sit down and let her have it. Celina jumped in the shower, washing away the scum that comes with a day's work in the busiest garage around for miles. She pulled on a shorter skirt, and an old black corset top that Gemma had bought for her a few weeks ago.
"Damn, baby girl, you look hot."
"Not too bad yourself, Gina. Now let's get the hell out of here! I'm ready to party!"
By the time the girls arrived at Teller-Morrow, the party had already began. Bikes were lined up across the lot, croweaters were everywhere – This was truly a SAMCRO party.
"Hey, You want to go grab some….drinks…."
Celinda stopped midsentence, knowing that Regina was no longer listening. Her attention was too focused on Chibs. A pair of arms wrapped around her waist, as a mouth leaned down to her ear.
"Did you miss me?"
"Maybe…..Maybe not."
"Come on, babe – we all know you missed me. I can tell."
Celina grinned, spinning out of the man's arms.
"Why don't you take me inside and show me how much you missed me, Kozik?"