A/N - I think it's easy to say that Chibs is one smitten kitten! Swift's trying to play nice, but is everyone taken by her act?


David dropped Swift off just up the street from the club. She pulled a face as she carried her high heels in her hand right up to the entrance to the lot and paused to tug them on. She messed her hair beneath her hand and practiced her pout, she hated grovelling. She was good at it, sure, but she still hated it. It always felt like giving in, that was her biggest problem with it. She wrinkled her nose as she trotted up to the club. Tig's shirt had actually proved quite a nice little outfit by the time she'd customised it with one of his bike chains around her waist, drawing it tight to her figure to accentuate her waist.

"Here we go," she murmured to herself, taking a breath before she pushed the door open to the club.

The place was a wreck. It smelled of beer, lots of beer, and a phenomenal amount of whisky. Almost every single member of the club was knee-deep in pussy. Swift glanced around to see Chibs sitting on the edge of the pool table, being sucked off by some girl half his age, while Bobby was being equally obliging to some mad-looking old crow against the bar. Tig was buried between two blondes on the couch as they tended to his wounds by simply making out in front of him.

"You were asked to leave."

Happy's giant form stepped in front of her, blocking her from the view of the others. Swift pulled a face and gave him a look. "Well I'm asking to come back." She leaned past him, looking for Clay but it looked like he had already gone. "Oh come on, I'm here to say I'm sorry, is that too much to ask."

She was sure this brute was at least twice her size. She smiled a little as she glanced towards his pants, he was probably a brute all over, she thought to herself as her lips curled into a little smirk. A third Son would probably get her permanently banned from the place. Regardless, she rubbed at a bit of beer on his shirt and looked up at him sweetly. Happy clicked his tongue.

"You're not sorry."

"You don't know anything about me." She eyed him for a moment, she kind of wished he did though. There was something about him, she could tell he was non-committal, none of that softy emotional Chibs shit. If she'd just have tied Happy to the bed in the first place, they would have just had some good sex and she would have been long gone by now. "Come on. Please?"

Happy was unmoving. His eyes were dangerous, she was sure he wasn't completely there, mentally. He pointed to her clothing, fingering the collar of the shirt. "This isn't yours."

"Let me return it then."

Without blinking an eyelid, she unclipped the chain and dropped it on the floor before simply unbuttoning Tig's shirt. She could see Happy's pupils dilate as he saw her figure in just her lace underwear as she pulled off the shirt and held it out in her hand.

"Please?" she asked, looking at him challengingly. "Let me just give him his goddamn clothes back."

The nearly naked woman in the room sure caught some attention. Juice came bouncing out of the apartment with some girl but stopped abruptly as he saw her. Happy couldn't stop staring as she waited patiently for an invite in. Juice tutted.

"This one of your tricks?" he scowled. "Put your shit on and get out of here."

His loud snap made Chibs open his eyes and look up. Seeing Swift standing there patiently in next to nothing made him blush and he pushed the girl on the floor away from him as he hopped up.

"You'll catch your death," he said quickly, pulling off his cut and dropping it over her shoulders to cover her. Swift gave him a small apologetic smile.

"I'm just here to return a few things," she said. "Please. I'm sorry. I just... I get carried away."

Juice laughed at that, Chibs would always fall for a good sob story. He could see the sympathetic way he was already looking at her and snatched the shirt out of her hand. "There, it's returned." He yanked Chibs' cut off her back too and thrust it as his friend. "That too. You can go now."

"Juice!" Chibs scowled, putting his arm around Swift and walking her into the bar. "I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with him. Come on, sit down." He popped her up onto a bar stool with a small smile and had someone bring him his Teller-Morrow shirt from the garage. "That was quite a little game you played earlier."

"I didn't think he'd react like that," she admitted shyly. She looked at him with a playful smile. "If it helps I thought you won."

Chibs beamed a little at the compliment. He was still sore from the fight but he felt better for her little flirtation. "Aye, well. Been a brawler all my life," he said. He got her a drink and made her down it before ordering a refill. "Tig's, uh... being tended to."

He motioned over his shoulder to the two girls, each straddling one side of his lap as they took it in turns to kiss him and caress his body. Swift smiled. "I think I interrupted your... care," she said, nodding to the girl by the pool table. "I just wanted to come in, didn't mean to cause a scene."

Chibs chuckled. "Liar," he teased. "Of course you did. That's how you work, causing a scene." He took the shot when she didn't and knocked it back before he teased, "You really said my name when you were shagging him?"

She giggled at that and blushed a little. She couldn't really believe she'd gotten away with it either. Chibs couldn't hide the grin on his lips as he tugged at his beard. He couldn't even pretend that he wasn't flattered that she'd thought of his name.

"What, were you fantasising about me?" He chuckled and waved his hand, he probably didn't want to know. "Forget it. You were bad and I shouldn't be encouraging you."

"I am sorry." It almost sounded like she meant it when she said that. "Really. It was a mistake to mess with any of you, and I want to make it up. Somehow." Chibs seemed to think on it for a moment and she offered, "Those odd jobs you offered me. A couple of weeks? Half the rate you offered. Kind of a 'please forgive me' kind of deal." She tilted her head to the side. "Think we can make it work?"

Chibs was thinking of a lot of things he'd quite like to make work with her. He could see Happy staring at her ass from his spot by the door even as some girl slipped her hand into his pants and caressed his erection for him. Swift was hot property, it was nice to have her attentions, even if she was trouble.

"We get drunk," he said with a degree of firmness. "Seal the deal. Show me you trust me."

Her lips curled into a playful smile. "Oh I trust you, Scottie, don't worry about that."

"I worry about trusting you," he chuckled. "You drink tonight, let all this shitty guard down, and I'll believe you."

She thought on it. It had been a long, long time since she had had more than a couple of drinks, the problem was that she simply never let her guard down. The way Chibs was looking at her though, she was sure he wouldn't hurt her. He didn't seem like the type.

"And your friends?" she ventured. "You might like me, they sure as hell don't."

He laughed. "They like you alright," he said, pointing to Happy. "But you make up your shite with Tig, whatever it takes. I'm not dealing with your bollocks. Build the trust, and we've got a deal." He smiled a little. "And if you fuck us over, you'll leave Charming in a cardboard box. Understood?"

By the time they'd realise she had, she'd be gone, Hale had already assured her that. She looked at the hand Chibs was holding out to her and nodded, shaking it and smiling as she did.

"Yes sir," she murmured. Army guys always liked that, and it worked a treat, sweet little Chibs was right back in the palm of her hand. She licked her lips as she looked at him. "I didn't want to fuck him, by the way. Kind of didn't give me a choice. Made some deal with that creepy Nazi."

Chibs frowned as he glanced over at Tig. "Did he now? He didn't mention that."

"I hope he can get a refund," she teased. "I'm sure he didn't quite get what he must have paid for."

"He doesn't deserve much better," Chibs muttered. He was annoyed to have been duped by Darby and, even worse, caught up in Tig's dodgy deal. "Forget it, let's drink." He pushed a bottle of Jack in her hand. "Down that."

She laughed. "I'm not stupid, I know what happens to drunk girls in places like these." Chibs smiled and yanked Juice to his side.

"Here. This little prick'll be your safety, won't you Juicy? Won't let anything happen to our new business partner?"

"Business partner?" Juice scowled. "I don't think-"

"Just keep an eye on her," Chibs said bluntly. "You're responsible. He won't let you down or I'll gut him in the morning. Capiche?" The look in his eye made Juice sure that he wasn't joking and he nodded awkwardly before forcing a smile at Swift.

"Got it, Chibs," he said softly. She pushed her lower lip out a little and nodded. The little gay one seemed so nervous, maybe he really would take care of her. Lifting the bottle of spirits, and watching Chibs pick up another, she clinked it with his.

"Here we go."

Within an hour, she was drunk. Not just a little drunk either, completely fucking drunk. They all were. Chibs groaned as he missed yet another shot, his pool cue scraping through the green felt and tearing it. Swift roared with laughter at his error.

"You're so fucking shite at this," she said, mocking his accent terribly as she pranced around him. Chibs slapped her ass as she skirted past him, glad that Tig had disappeared into bed with the blondes. At least they could have a little fun.

"Oh yeah? Because you're bloody brilliant." She posed for him against the edge of the table, accentuating her hips for him. "I mean at pool. And I was being sarcastic." He chuckled.

"Potted more than you," she laughed. "If I miss this next one, you can strip me to my underwear and I'll dance on the goddamn table for you."

Happy was never one to miss a trick. As she leaned down to take the shot, he walked past her, his elbow knocking the end of the cue and throwing her shot out. The ball scudded off the buffer and licked the pocket before jumping off the table, and Chibs roared with glee. He pointed his finger in her face and laughed outrageously.

"Take it off then!" he demanded. "I want to see you dance!"

Happy grabbed her and whirled her up onto the table and Swift laughed, too drunk to even mind. She started to dance, her hips and waist curving in the most delicious curls as she twisted with the beat of the rock music pumping offensively loudly through the building. Her limbs were long and stretched out as the looked up at her from the floor, and Chibs gulped as she giggled and danced.

"Oh Christ," he murmured, staring up at her as she dipped down, bending her knees outward as she curved her ass out towards Jax who stood behind her. Jax pulled a dollar from his wallet and tucked it into her panties with a wolf-whistle and Happy grinned, nodding as he growled approvingly. Juice sat sullenly in the corner, a disapproving look in his eyes as he watched everyone else having so much fun.

"That's it, sweetheart," Bobby chuckled, putting on his glasses as he took up a seat at the pool table. "You're doing just fine." Even Opie looked like he was enjoying the impromptu little show, watching her intently as he drank his beer.

Chibs could see her looking at him. Her eyes were fixed on him, he was the only thing she was interested in. Her pupils were wide, excited as she gazed at him, her hands running over her body and her torso growing damp from the heat and the sweat. He could see a little droplet of perspiration running down her breasts and along her stomach and he growled.

For Swift, this was easy. The alcohol had her body feeling light and excited. She didn't mind the eyes on her, she quite enjoyed knowing that they were all so simple to only want one very physical thing from her. She murmured as Happy jumped up on the edge of the table to push some more money into her underwear, approving as his fingers stayed on her flesh for way too long. Chibs pulled him away pretty quickly.

Lovely little Chibs. She hated that she actually cared what he thought of her, that bothered her more than anything but the adoring way he was staring up at her made her feel a strange warmth in her stomach. She wanted him to pull her off the table and drag her home. It must be the whisky talking, she had never wanted to be owned by anyone but in that moment, she wanted his body to possess hers. The thought of the heat that he would create within her was making her wet, the idea that he could make her cum again and again was driving her insane.

Maybe it was because he made such an effort with her. It was rare for Swift to be around long enough for anyone to really want to get to know her. She was out of practice, probably. She laughed at herself, what was she? Going soft? This town was no good for her, she was sure of it. She'd need to get out of here and get to a gun range or something.

Chibs couldn't bear it any more. He hated knowing they were all looking at her, that they all wanted her like he wanted her. Clicking his tongue, he yanked her down from the table and tossed her over his shoulder. "We're going home," he demanded. "And I am going to do unspeakable things to you."

She squealed with laughter but Juice blocked their way as they tried to leave. He looked Chibs squarely in the eye. "You can't take her, Chibs." He was staunch as he said it. "Can't let her out of my sight."

"Don't be an arse," Chibs objected in annoyance. "I didn't mean she couldn't come with me."

"She can't," Juice insisted. "I'm sorry, it's for her own good. I'm responsible, and..." He trailed off. Swift was laughing uproariously and Chibs looked like he might tear Juice a new one.

"I meant we wouldn't hurt her," he snapped, annoyed. "I didn't mean I couldn't fuck her."

"I said I'd take care of her, and I am." Chibs let Swift slide down his body as she found her footing and steadied herself, trying to get her head around what was going on. "She can come to mine, I'm the only one here sober enough to keep her safe." He swallowed. "You're too drunk to take her home."

Chibs couldn't see it but Juice was terrified. This girl was good, very good. What if she hurt him? What if she attacked him? Was she even as drunk as she looked? He had no idea but not knowing made him fearful for his friend.

"Now listen here, you..." Chibs started, taking a threatening step towards Juice but Swift put his hand on him.

"Don't, it's okay. Bottom's just worried he might lose his Daddy," she teased. "Don't get upset, love, I'm just going to give him something you can't." She pushed her thumb against Juice's lips. "Although with lips like those..."

Juice cursed at her as he pushed her hand away. "Time for bed," he insisted. He could hear Tig clearing out of the apartment and frogmarched Swift to the room. The sheets were crumpled and twisted and damp but Juice didn't care, to him she was just another whore anyway. Chibs followed, protesting, but Juice slammed the door in his face and bolted it.

"Were you jealous?"

Swift smiled a little as she kicked all of the sheets onto the floor and sprang onto the bed. She posed on all fours and Juice rolled his eyes.

"You're something else." He shook his head. "Go to sleep."

"Aren't you going to tire me out?"

He didn't answer and Swift pouted before unhooking her bra and throwing it at him. It wasn't until her panties landed on his head and she burst into uncontrollable giggles that Juice turned around to see her completely and utterly naked.

"Jesus, what is wrong with you?" He anxiously grabbed the sheet and tried to her cover her up but she laughed.

"What are you talking about? Gay guys love naked women." As he pressed the sheet around her, she could feel his awkward bulging pants brush against her. "You are gay, right? Faggy hair? Crush on Scottie out there?"

He was red with embarrassment and she clamped a hand to her mouth as she laughed out loud and threw herself down on the bed, tangling her limbs in the white cotton.

"There aren't a lot of nice people in this town," Juice said bluntly, turning his back on her as he tried to find the words to express his annoyance. "Most of them are really mean so I'd really appreciate it if you weren't such a bitch when I'm trying to do the right thing for you and stop you getting yourself in more shit than you're already in around here. For Chibs. He actually quite likes you, and maybe, if you were less crazy, he could make you happy."

He waited a moment for her to laugh or joke or make some comment but instead, all he heard was a gentle purr. He turned around to see Swift had passed out on the bed, face down in the pillow, twisted up in the sheets. He laughed and shook his head, of course she had. With a sigh, he sat down on the edge of the bed and rested his head in his hands, determined to keep watch over her until she awoke again.