Aimee stood in the doorway, breathing heavy and trying her damndest to appear calm. Inside, she was shaking like a leaf - the entire club, the croweaters and God knows who else had just watched her give Tig Trager a blowjob in the garage! That SHOULD be enough to make her run all the way back to Canada, nevermind Riverside! But yet, here she stood - back in the clubhouse. Gemma had told her to send a message, set everyone straight, and she'd messed it up. She'd only get one more chance, and she needed to do it right.

She took a deep breath, about to speak, when Misty stepped out from the crowd.

"Oh my God, I can't believe you actually came back..." she said, sneering. "What...you wanna do something else for the camera? Maybe give us a little striptease this time?" Misty laughed and began to turn away from Aimee, muttering something about her weight. Aimee didn't think - she reached out and grabbed Misty's arm, turning her back to face her. She opened her mouth to say something, but her mind went blank. Her heart was racing and she knew she must be beet red.

Misty began to smirk. "Well...you got something to say, sweetheart?" Aimee didn't move. Misty twisted her arm free. "Didn't think so..." she said sarcastically. "You need to just get going back to wherever you came from and..."

"Where did YOU come from?" Aimee asked.

Misty stopped speaking and looked at her. "Excuse me?"

"I said...where did you come from?" Aimee asked again. "More importantly, why are you here?"

Misty put her hands on her hips, still grinning. "Why am I here? Darlin', I'm here to have fun. The boys like girls like me..." she looked Aimee up and down. "Unlike, girls like you..."

"Oh...I see...so...who's your old man?" Aimee asked, looking around the room. Misty's smile began to fade.

"My what..." she asked.

"Your old man...oh, sorry, I'm not sure what they're called...I mean...who's old lady are you?" Aimee asked.

Misty straighened her back and smiled fakely. "I'm not..." she began. She opened her mouth to say something else, but Aimee cut her off.

"So...you're not an old lady..." Aimee started, "...you're just a croweater then..."

Once more, Misty tried to speak, but Aimee kept talking.

"How long did you say you've been here?" Aimee asked, feeling a little more confident. She vaguely took notice that the entire clubhouse was silent.

"I didn't..." Misty answered, her face showing anger.

"Oh...well...how long HAVE you been here?" Aimee asked. Her tone wasn't condescending, it was more curiousity.

Misty folded her arms across her chest, staring at Aimee with daggers in her eyes. "four years..." she said very quietly.

"What was that?" Aimee asked.

"Four years!" Misty said louder. Aimee smiled slowly.

"Four years...and no one's asked you to be an old lady yet..." she said. "I wonder why..."

Misty turned to go, but once again Aimee caught her arm and held her there. "I know...it's because girls like you are a dime a dozen, cavorting around in disgusting clothing and living out the fantasy of what life might be like if you were someone's girlfriend instead of their side project".

Misty was about to breathe fire. "What is THAT supposed to mean?" she asked.

"Too many big words?" Aimee said, innocently. She got in Misty's face and stared her down.

"Tig asked me to be his old lady" she said. "And guess what...I said yes. That means, that you and your little croweater friends need to leave him alone. Or the next time I see you near him...there will be an entirely different kind of show on that little TV up there". Aimee backed up a step, turned on her heel, and left the clubhouse. She walked slowly to her bike, aware of the door opening again behind her and a noise of people coming out. She got on, put her helmet on, and fired it up.

The crowd was murmering to themselves as Tig walked out front, Gemma close behind. Aimee backed out of her spot, and turned around. She kicked the bike into gear and drove slowly past them, not turning her head once.

Everyone watched her go, still talking about what just went down. Tig turned back to the crowd, where everyone was eyeballing him. He stared for a moment, then smiled wide.

"That's my girl!"