"I'm so glad we get to cuddle again, Oli!" An oof emerged from the slightly older female as she is plopped on by her best friend, moving the burning pipe full of weed just in time. Cue an eyeroll and she'll ruffle the younger's hair before flicking the lighter and holding it over the bowl as she brought the pipe to her lips. She breathed in, letting the smoke invade her mouth and lungs before pulling the pipe back and blowing the smoke into the air, handing the pipe to the other. She takes it and does the same, trying to blow rings and failing miserably.
"I'm not too excited about the cuddling. No more men in my bed because you'll be there." She says with a laugh, letting her head fall back on the couch and look to the side at her best friend. The girl was laid down on the couch now, legs resting on Oli's lap, and the pipe in her hands as her own head was on the arm-rest, laying back to try to blow rings in the air. Her hair was undreaded now, courtesy of a shower and a comb, and now was straightened and still a bit wet. She certainly looked different and less like herself.
"Oh, please, when you want a man over, just tell me and I'll sleep in my own bed. Or!" She sits up, blowing smoke into Oli's face, making her cough. "I'll go find a man to sleep with myself."
Cue laughing, probably because of how high they were, and Oli takes the pipe and lighter from her and sets it on the table, turning her attention to the television once she'd composed herself. They were watching cartoons, of course they were, and she gives a soft sigh. It was nice having her best friend back, but at the same time, she didn't have her back. No, there were pieces of her best friend left on the East Coast. Back in New York. Pieces of her that could never be a part of her again and it upset her. She just wanted her to be happy and whole again, but she was afraid she wouldn't be.
Riiiiiiiiiing, rrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiing.
A groan leaves the pile of bedding at the annoying sound of a cellphone going off on the nightstand.
"Oli! Your phone's goin' off." Came a grumble.
Then the bedding started to shift and a hand emerged and grasped the cellphone, pulling it underneath the covers. A click and it's pressed to an ear underneath the covers.
"'Ello?" Comes the groggy answer.
"Uh, who's this?"
"Really? You call someone early in the morning and you don't even know who you're calling?!"
A head of dark brown hair emerged from the bedding and Hanna stared wide-eyed at the lump in the bed that she knew was her best friend. Fuck.
"It's almost twelve in the afternoon and I was given this number by Hanna. She told me this was her number. I'm trying to reach her to tell her that her car is ready."
"I'm going to murder her." The phone is hung-up and Hanna watches with dread as her best friend emerges from the covers and she gives a cute, nervous smile. "What the fuck, Hanna?!"
"What? He's hot and I thought you might like him. Plus, I didn't wanna give him my number." She says, stepping out of the bed as Oli was giving her death glares.
"So you give him mine?!" Oli quickly got out of bed and sighed. "I can't deal with this right now. I'm late for work. Get ready. I'll drop you off there so you can pick up your car."
The ride to Teller-Morrow wasn't silent, as she had expected it to be. In fact, they'd made up relatively quickly and had spent the entire ride talking about Jax. Oli was curious and not surprisingly enough, she'd heard of him before and seen him around. They'd never talked, though, which was surprising considering how small Charming was. Everybody tended to run into each other at one point or another. Guess this was that one point. The black classic Cadillac Deville slid into the Teller-Morrow parking lot with ease, parking beside a white van, and both she and Oli stepped out.
"Thought you had work?" Hanna asked.
"I do. Just wanna make sure it's all good before I just abandon you." Oli says, taking off her sunglasses and tossing them in the driver seat.
"Well, I better go find Jax." Hanna says, walking towards the main building, leaving her standing there. She leans on the back of the car, giving a sigh as she lights up a cigarette. Ruffling her light pink hair, she gives a sigh.
"Can I help you?" Asked an unfamiliar voice.
Her head rose and a man stood in her sight (of course, there were like zero females here). He's a bit taller than her, a black beanie on his head, and a brown beard with a few silver hairs on his chin. He wore a grey-white uniform with the words Teller-Morrow printed on his left shoulder and Opie on his right. A pair of black jeans and equally black shoes completed his outfit. Two chain went from one of his belt loops to (likely) his back pocket, one lower than the other. She could see a tattoo peeking out from underneath the sleeve of the uniform and one slightly lower than that in clear view.
Was this entire motorcycle club just a club of hot men?
"Um, I'm here with my friend to pick up her car. I got a call that it was ready for pick up?" There was little to no confidence in her voice, as per usual.
"Are you Hanna Bowen?" He asks, brow quirking.
"Oh, um, no. That's my friend. I'm Oli. Well, my name's Olivia, but my friends call me Oli." God, Oli, pull yourself together.
"Oli, huh? Interesting. I'm Opie." He gives a friendly smile.
"Yeah, I saw." She points at his uniform and he glances down and gives a small chuckle.
"Getting acquainted, huh? You finally realized it wasn't early in the morning?" Another, all-too-familiar voice interrupted. Oli turned and gave a glare.
"You're not funny, Jax." She says mockingly, crossing her arms, checking her watch as she did so. "I'm late for work. I gotta go. You good here, Hanna?"
"Yeah, I'll see you later, Oli."
"It was nice to meet you, Opie." She gives him a smile before turning and heading back to her car and getting in it.
"What about me?!" Jax shouts after her. A middle finger is flung out the window as she drove out of the parking lot, leaving the blonde boy laughing.
"She always like that?" He asks Hanna, quirking a blonde brow in curiosity.
"No. She's just stressed lately, plus being late for work." She turns to face him. "You said my car was ready?"
"Oh, yeah, Ope, you wanna get her car?" He asks Opie, who quickly leaves to fulfill the request.
"Listen..." He steps closer to her, and she looks away from him, unable to meet his eye. "I'm sorry about the other night."
"I'm sorry too." She whispers softly, still not meeting his eye. He takes her by the chin and forces her to meet his eye. "We've barely just met and we're already off on the wrong foot."
He laughs a little. "I don't think it's too late for us. There's gonna be a party here tonight. You wanna come? Maybe a chance to reconcile our differences?"
She laughs too. "Sure. Can Oli come?"
"'Course, darlin'."
"Cool. I'll be there."
Once Oli get off work, she proposed the idea and almost immediately, Oli agreed. Oli was always down for a party, especially when she was stressed out, and she was stressed out. They got ready and left, driving Oli's car there. There were a lot of people there, especially girls, and it made Oli more than a little nervous. Hanna noticed this quickly and reassured her. They took a few hits off of the pipe before leaving the car, which definitely helped. Striding into the main building, they weaved their way to the bar and ordered drinks, taking a seat.
"Hey! You came!" The familiar voice of Jax came and Hanna turned to be enveloped in a hug. A bit taken off-guard, she's slow to return it but does, giving a laugh.
"Yeah, I told you I would." She says as she's released, taking her drink in hand and a sip is taken off of it.
"And Oli too." He offered her a hand, which she took and shook gently.
"An actual proper introduction. Very nice of you." Oli says, releasing his hand.
"Oh, yeah. By the way, I'm Jax Teller, the hot guy your friend here has probably been telling you about."
"And what an introduction!" Opie says, taking Jax's shoulder and leaning in to the conversation.
"Ah, it's you again. Opie, right? You always wear that beanie?" Oli asked, raising her eyebrows over her drink.
"Always." Replied Opie with a laugh.
"Hanna, I have someone I want you to meet. C'mon." With that, she's being dragged off by Jax, leaving Opie and Oli by themselves.
"What the hell, Jax?" She pried his hand off her arm once they were a safe distance away.
"Shh. Look at 'em." He points at Opie and Oli standing at the bar and talking.
"Oooooh. What's the story with him?" She asks curiously, starting to walk away, trying not to look suspicious. "He seems...sad."
"He kinda is, I guess. His wife died." Jax says softly, with a hint of regret in his voice.
"Oh my god. That's horrible." She clutches at her chest. "Are you sure he's-"
"Trust me, he needs it. C'mon. I do wanna introduce you to the guys."
