A/N: On to the next chapter we go! Here we have Chibs, everyone's favorite Scot, which I know everyone's been dying to read about! As always, please read and review!

She hadn't even had to approach Chibs. He'd picked her out of the crowd and immediately made his move on her. Apparently he'd heard of her talents from some of the other brothers and wanted a piece of the redheaded croweater. The Scottish man had always interested Evie; he wasn't typically handsome like some of the other Sons, but there was something about his dark eyes and his scars that drew her to him. So when he sidled up beside her at the bar during a party and handed her another beer, Evie just smiled...

No words had to be exchanged; Evie could tell by the gleam in his eye that Chibs wasn't here for the conversation she could provide. So she downed half the beer he'd handed her, smirking as she took his hand and led him towards the dorm rooms. She wasn't one of those croweaters that would just hit her knees in the middle of the floor, always preferring to retreat to a dorm room for privacy. Chibs' hands were already exploring her body as they stumbled down the hallway, barely allowing her time to get in the room before he was ripping off her lace top and her bra to get his hands on her full breasts. Clearly he was a sucker for nice tits. She didn't complain as his fingers squeezed her tits, following his lead when he gestured to the bed and nudged her in that direction. Now that she knew of his affinity for her chest, she figured it would be better for her to be on top, where he could have a perfect view of her breasts. She'd learned a long time ago it was better to play to a Son's particular likes. Pushing him down on his back, she took a moment to shed her cutoff shorts before straddling his thighs and turning her attention to his lower half. Unclasping his belt, she slid the leather through his belt loops and tossed it to the ground before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.

He was already hard by the time she got his boxers out of the way, barely taking the time to slip a condom over his shaft before she lowered herself onto him. The Scotsman groaned in pleasure underneath her, and Evie couldn't help but smile to herself. It was always nice to know she had a satisfied customer. His hands settled on her hips as she began riding him, but the appeal of her bouncing cleavage was too much for Chibs to resist and his hands were soon resting on her ribcage while his thumbs brushed over her nipples. Evie bit her lip, but she couldn't contain the pleasured gasps escaping her. It wasn't often she got things like this from the men. Her hips rolled as she slid up and then back down on his dick, her hands on his thighs for support as she rode him. He was muttering in Gaelic under his breath, and Evie smirked to herself to think she had him so turned on that he couldn't even speak English.

It wasn't long until she felt her inner muscles start clenching, and before she knew it she was cumming hard. Unable to stop herself, she moaned his name as she felt him orgasm as well, his hands gripping her tits almost hard enough to hurt. Her fists clenched as she tried to regain her senses, finally able to pull herself off of him. She sat on the side of the bed, breathing heavily as she heard Chibs get up and start putting on his clothes. Then it was quiet, and suddenly he was in front of her with her clothes in his hands. "Get dressed, lassie." Unlike some of the other members, his tone wasn't harsh; instead it was gentle.

She took her jeans and top from him, picking up her underwear and bra and sliding them back on before she put on her clothes. "Thanks." Once she was dressed, she got up and started to leave the room, but Chibs grabbed her arm and stopped her.

"You're a beautiful lass, Evie." That was the one of the first times she'd ever heard a club member call her by her name. She was surprised he even knew her name. Leaning over to her, he kissed her cheek before putting an arm around her shoulders. "C'mon, let's go get wasted, yeah?"

With a laugh, Evie nodded. "Let's go get wasted." This was new, but she had to admit she liked it.

Leaving the dorm, they headed for the bar, where Chibs demanded a round of shots. Placing one in front of Evie, he smirked. "Can you handle whiskey?" Picking up his own shot, he held it out for a toast.

Evie matched his smirk with one of her own. "Of course I can." She picked up the shot glass and clinked it to his, then tossed her head back and downed the alcohol. It burned as it went down, and Evie's face must have betrayed this because Chibs laughed.

"Little lassie can't handle her whiskey!"

His playful jab irked Evie's sense of competition, and she gestured for another round. "I believe this calls for a drinking contest!" The shot glasses were placed in front of her, and she pushed one over to Chibs. "Care to accept my challenge?" She cocked an eyebrow, giving him her sexiest smirk and knowing he couldn't resist.

He took the glass, winking at the redhead. "We can do this all night, sweetheart." And then he knocked back the shot, Evie following suit.

By the time they reached their fifth shot, most of the SAMCRO boys were cheering Chibs on and a small crowd had gathered around, watching the drinking match with interest. Once they reached their eighth shot, even Jax had made his way over and was leaning on the bar with a smirk as he watched Chibs and Evie down shot after shot. A few guys from other charters were even beginning to bet on which one of them would give in first, rowdily egging both participants on.

They were on shot number sixteen when Evie won, with a little help from Jax. The SAMCRO President reached over and smacked the shot glass in Chibs' hand just as the Scotsman lifted it to his lips, causing the whiskey inside to spill down his shirt while Evie downed her own shot, making her the winner. Chibs took it in stride, laughing along with everyone else as Tig lifted Evie's hand in victory. "Beat by a fucking girl, Chibby! A girl!" The former Sargeant-at-Arms laughed at his friend, the Scotsman giving him the finger in return.

Getting up unsteadidly, Chibs made his way to Evie, throwing an arm around her shoulders and smirking drunkenly.

"Look at 'er, boys, the only woman to ever beat me at drinkin'!"

That night was still Evie's favorite memory of Chibs. Of course, she still saw him when she went to the clubhouse, although she hung around much less frequently now. But since that night she and the Scotsman had had many other encounters, but Evie had never been able to top that night when she "outdrank" him. Since then, each time he saw her at the clubhouse he'd always get a shot and raise the glass to her with a wink.

And that damned Scotsman still insisted he won by "disqualification".

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