Unfortunately, things turned into shit after that. A little over half of SAMCRO got arrested on assault with deadly weapons and had to spend a couple months in prison. So, when everyone finally got back, we were going to celebrate Opie and Lyla's wedding. All of SAMCRO had been looking forward to it. To be honest, I was a little nervous and curious as to see how a SAMCRO wedding went. I knew there was definitely going to be a lot of bikers and a lot of alcohol. This whole thing was new to me.
At the wedding, Jax and Tara stood on either side of the aisle, Jax behind Opie and Tara on the other side to be behind Lyla. Tara was wearing a simple lilac dress with a flower tucked in her hair while Jax and Opie weren't really dressed up. Sure, they both had somewhat nicer shirts on, but they both wore their kuttes like all the other men at the wedding.
Jax looked almost as weird with his longer blonde hair shaved down a bit as Juice did with his now grown out hair. The mohawk was gone, all his black hair covering up his two tattoos. He had a bit of facial hair going on that made me realize that he didn't look half bad.
However, like most of the women at the wedding, I actually dressed up. Tara had helped me pick out a dress for the occasion and I was now wearing it. I personally loved it; the dress a midnight blue that went down just a little past my knees with no sleeves. My high heels matched perfectly.
Tara had decided to have me keep my hair down in shiny waves to compliment my facial features. Now, sitting near the front of the whole thing beside Gemma and Clay, I could tell it was working. Juice had taken the seat behind me and I'd caught him staring at me more than once before the wedding began.
Piney came down the aisle with Lyla on his arm, Lyla sporting a short wedding dress and very high heels. Piney gave Lyla away to his son and the wedding vows began. "Brothers and sisters, we've come together today under the all-seeing eye of nature, to witness the blessed joining of Opie and Lyla. I would like to share with you a blessing of the Apache. Now, you will feel no rain, for each of you will be shelter for the other. Now, you will feel no cold, for you will always be warmth for each other. Now, you will feel no loneliness, for you will always be each other's companion. Now, you are two persons, with only one life built before you. May beauty and peace surround you both in your journey ahead, and through all the years to come," the Indian minister said.
Opie and Lyla smiled at each other before Opie turned around to look at Jax. "You got the rings?" he whispered. Jax smiled at him, looking confused. "What?" he asked, pretending to not have them. Jax grinned and handed the rings over, making Opie chuckle as he took them. I simply smiled and shook my head at my older brother. It figured that Jax would try to use this time to play jokes. I swear, if I ever got married, I would punch him right then at the altar if he was up there.
Lyla took the ring for Opie, putting it on him as he would do for her. "With this ring, I vow my love. I promise to always be a faithful and loving wife. And Old Lady," Lyla said. Opie smiled and placed Lyla's ring on her finger. "With this ring, I vow my love and I promise always to cherish and protect you," Opie said. He paused for a moment as Jax spoke quietly. "What else?" Jax asked smugly. I had a feeling some sort of SAMCRO tradition was coming up.
Opie rolled his eyes at Jax before he continued on. "And treat you as good as my leather and ride you as much as my Harley," Opie said, all the men of SAMCRO echoing 'ride you as much as my Harley' with him. Everyone cheered and hooted, clapping along to that. I laughed and clapped, sharing a happy smile with Gemma. "By the power vested in me, by the laws of the Wahiawa, and the state of California, I pronounce you man and wife. Have at it!" the minister said, letting Opie and Lyla kiss.
After that was the reception on the Indian reservation where everything was taking place. The wedding was cute, all in the wooded area with flowers and twinkling lights all around. Not long into the reception was I on the dance floor. My first dance partner was none other than Lyla's young son, Piper.
We both did a little slow dance, earning happy smiles and laughs from Lyla and Opie beside us with Opie's kids, Ellie and Kenny. Then, I was passed around as a dance partner from brother to brother. I danced with Opie, Clay, Piney, Bobby, Tig, Chibs, Kozik, Happy, and finally Jax.
By the time I was done dancing with Jax, it was nearly midnight. The wedding was still in full swing, but I could see that it was starting to take its toll on the kids. Piper, Ellie, and Kenny were all on the verge of dozing off at their little table while I sat to rest my feet a little. Frankly, I was surprised that with my heels that my feet didn't hurt more.
Not long after resting my feet for a bit was I finally approached by Juice. It hadn't occurred to me until now that I'd hardly seen him all night since the wedding ceremony sitting behind me. I wondered if he was avoiding me because of our kiss those many months ago, but I guess not. Still, his new hairstyle was going to take some getting used to, even if I did think he looked very good.
Looking up at Juice from my hands, I fiddled with the small straw in my glass of tequila. A small smile formed on my lips as he sat down next to me, sighing. "Hey, stranger," I greeted. Juice leaned back in his chair, smiling back at me. "Hey, you. Having a good time?" he asked. I sighed, leaning back in my chair as well, nodding. "Yeah. Never pictured a SAMCRO wedding like this, but I honestly loved it. It's so nice," I said, glancing at Opie and Lyla dancing together before looking back at Juice. "What about you?" I asked.
Juice shrugged his broad shoulders, following my earlier gaze before looking back at me. "I'm having fun, but I'm a little bummed out," he said. I raised a brow at him, curious as to what he was getting at. "Why is that?" I asked, twirling the straw in my glass. Juice raised his big brown eyes up to me, looking innocent. Now I knew he was doing something. "Because I'm the only guy in this charter who hasn't gotten to dance with a certain pretty girl in a blue dress. It's embarrassing," he said.
Hearing him say that made me blush and give him a light laugh. Juice was being extremely sweet with his flirtations tonight. Abandoning my glass of tequila, I looked at Juice. "Well, what are you waiting for? Ask her to dance," I said. Juice grinned and stood up, going to stand in front of me. "I'm not a great dancer, but can I have this dance?" he asked, holding out his hand. I smiled brightly at him, taking his outstretched hand. "I would be honored," I told him.
Juice pulled me up to my feet and led me to the dance floor where a slow song was playing. Not many people were dancing at the moment. There was Opie and Lyla, Clay and Gemma, and Kozik with some random Croweater. Once up there, I wrapped my arms around Juice's neck as he placed his hands on my waist. Juice didn't even bother to try dancing like an expert. Our slow swaying back and forth was all I wanted and needed. It was nice, just slow dancing with Juice. He was easy to be with.
Tilting my head up to look at Juice, I studied him a little. "So, why did it take you so long to ask me to dance?" I asked him. Juice smiled, glancing around the reception before looking back down at me. "Well, you seem to be a pretty well sought after dance partner. That, and I had to wait for Jax to have his dance with his little sister," he said. I giggled, playing with the collar of Juice's kutte. "Are you scared of Jax turning into a protective big brother? Do you forget that I have the magic words of calming Jax down?" I asked.
Juice raised a brow at that. "Really? You have the power to control Jax?" he said. I grinned, nodding. I think it was time to play with Juice a little. "Yup. Basically anything I say goes. For example, I could tell Jax to dance the macarena with me without a word of complaint," I said. Juice smirked, glancing around quickly. I had a feeling he was keeping a lookout for Jax. He probably didn't want Jax anywhere near our current topic of conversation. "Is that so? I thought I was gonna have the last dance," Juice said.
I smiled, shrugging a shoulder. Playing with Juice even more, I unwrapped my arms from around his neck as I turned, pretending to be about to look for Jax. "You gotta work for it," I said. I started to move away from Juice until he grabbed hold of my hand. He surprised me by spinning me around in a circle until I ended up with my back pressed up against him. My hands were crossed either way over my stomach, holding Juice's hands as I giggled in surprise.
"Not if I keep you to myself for the rest of the night," Juice said in my ear, a smile clear in his voice as he placed a quick kiss on my cheek, gently nuzzling my neck. Though Jax was nowhere in sight, which was a good thing, I did see Tara watching the two of us with a smile on her face as she sat at a table. If I knew her at all, she wouldn't tell Jax unless I wanted her to.