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General trigger warnings for this story: Language, smut, mentions of rape, abuse, drug use/overdose, violence/death.

CHAPTER 64: POP QUIZ

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Tig stalked out of the clubhouse and onto the compound with the hope that some fresh air would calm him down enough to get through the remainder of the day without beating the prospect to a pulp, but not enough to completely abolish the rage that he was building up for a sweet release at the bar fight later this evening. He wandered into the office where he found Gemma sitting behind her desk with her hair tucked behind her ears as she fanned her face with a tire catalog.

"Air conditioning broken again?" He scowled as he tried to figure out why there would be sweat beading on her forehead on such a mildly temperatured day.

"Nah." She tossed the catalog down onto the desk in frustration when it did nothing to cool her down. "It's these damn meds."

"Meds?" His face scrunched up further.

"Menopause." She explained as she rolled her eyes.

"Oh." He nodded understandingly, taking a seat on the arm of the couch.

Gemma chortled at his attentiveness as he acted as if he knew exactly what she was talking about - an appreciative smile coming to her face. "Be glad that you don't have to deal with any of that shit." She leaned down to grab her purse from the ground, walking over to him where she pressed a kiss to his cheek. "You're doing good baby." She nodded before exiting the office as she began her search for Clay.

Tig sat with wrinkled brows for a minute as he contemplated Gemma's words until he finally understood that she was making a joke about Sydney's age - but that was when he realized that menopause had to do with periods… And Sydney didn't seem to have any of those. He didn't know much about menstruation, but he had been around enough women to know that they usually happened once a month - and they had been sleeping together for almost two.

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Gemma made her way to the clubhouse where she found Clay at the bar - glad that she didn't have to work up more of a sweat searching any further.

"Hey, baby." He smiled, feeling less stressed now that they had a solid plan that everybody seemed to be on board with.

"Hey." She forced a smile. "I'm gonna head over to Cara Cara - get that prescription taken care of." She widened her eyes knowingly.

"Okay." He nodded, knowing better than to say anything else about the new and sensitive subject - the sooner that she took care of that prescription, the better.

"Mind if I tag along?" Sydney asked from where she sat at the end of the bar with a sickly sweet smile - grabbing her purse before she got an answer.

"You sure?" Gemma raised a brow, looking down at her leg.

"Yup." She smiled, skipping over to the older woman. "I'll make sure the girls are doing okay without her." She nodded to Clay who just chortled as he shook his head, smiling knowingly at his wife before she begrudgingly followed the defiant girl out the door.

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Sydney sat in the pedicure chair at Cara Cara as Laura massaged the skin softening lotion into the soles of her feet, the familiar experience bringing back more of the much needed normalcy to her life since the shooting - and distracting her from the lasting effects. She took a deep breath, inhaling the oddly comforting smell of the chlorine and acetone as the pressure being placed on her feet managed to relieve some of the pressure in her leg.

"Missed it here?" The dark haired girl chuckled as she felt Sydney's muscles relax.

"You have no idea." She opened her eyes slowly.

"Wish I could say the same." Laura scoffed.

"Luann will be back soon." Sydney assured her.

"It's not just that…'' The esthetician looked over her shoulder. "The new girl's been a nightmare." She nodded across the studio to the tall blonde, rolling her eyes as she got back to work.

Sydney had easily assumed that Laura had been talking about Ima who had already ruffled more than a few feathers since she arrived last month, but her eyes widened in surprise when she instantly recognized the nightmare of a new girl that she was talking about… Cheryl.

"When did she get here?" Sydney's brows furrowed.

"Less than a week ago. Seems like her last employers thought she was a nightmare too." Laura mused.

"What do you mean?"

"Had some real bad bruising on her neck… Tried to say it was from a job. But working here? I've seen enough hickeys to know the difference." She scoffed.

Sydney forced a laugh before she went back to her thoughts as she tried to sort out the confusion; remembering what Tig had told her when she was in the hospital about Cheryl leaving the clubhouse, how confused she had been about her untimely departure, how angry he had been when her name was mentioned, how he had frozen when he'd put his hand on her neck.

"Hey." Gemma smiled as she approached the two women, feeling much more at ease after a fresh diagnosis and a trip to the bathroom where she had doused her body in cold water. "You about ready?"

"Yeah, I'm almost d-"

"You go ahead." Sydney cut Laura off. "Tig's coming to get me later." She smiled reassuringly.

"Okay." Gemma nodded, grabbing Sydney's face and kissing her cheek.

Laura was confused as she listened to the two women, waiting for Gemma to walk away until she raised her brow up at Sydney. "Thought you said you were leaving with her?" She questioned after Sydney had been telling her when she arrived that if they took too long they would end up on the wrong side of Gemma's wrath.

"I got somethin I need to do first…

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Otto Delaney sat in the interrogation room at Stockton State Prison. It wasn't exactly a place that he was unfamiliar with, but usually when he was being interrogated - he knew why.

"Otto." Stahl greeted as she entered the room."Agent Stahl, A.T.F.." She introduced as he looked at her hollowly, clearly disinterested. "Luann sends her best." She smiled sarcastically, the line getting her the reaction she was looking for as he perked up. "Too bad we don't have a sister prison… You guys could visit each other; go to the dance together." She searched his face for any kind of inkling that he was going to speak, but getting no such thing. "We raided your wife's studio. Found enough narcotics to put her away from a dime, maybe more." She placed Luann's mugshot down on the table so that he could see for himself.

"Jesus Christ, Luann…" Otto sighed as he gazed upon the gorgeous face of his wife… The face had aged after all of these years that he had been locked away from her.

"Yes, it's very sad. All those teenage boys with nothing to jerk off to…" Stahl mused with a wicked smirk.

"What do you want." He threw the photo down to the table as she insulted him and his wife.

"Give me something on SAMCRO, and I cut your wife loose."

"You went after her to get to me?" He scoffed. "It's a waste of time."

Stahl sighed. "Turn the camera off." She turned to face the two-way-glass behind her, waiting for the red light on the security camera to turn off before she sat down at the table with her prisoner.

"Alright look. I'm gonna be straight with you, okay? I got this bullshit case dumped on me. The last thing I wanna be doing is running around humping outlaw bikers. I just need something to take back to my bosses. If the intel leads nowhere - I really don't give a shit." She delivered her perfectly rehearsed spiel, watching as the man's damaged eyes twitched as he considered her offer - trying to decide if turning rat was really turning rat if it didn't hurt the club, especially to save his wife...

"I know you have a parole up in three months…" She pushed further. "If you help me with this, I can make it happen this time." She kept her eyes fixated on the handwritten tattoo of Luann's name that he had scrawled across his arm.

Otto began to nod slowly. His wife's freedom was one thing - but their freedom to be together was another. "You'd throw me a recommendation?" He asked as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.

"Yeah, I would." She nodded sincerely. "Luann walks, you get out of here, and I get to move on to a real case. This is a win-win-win situation."

"Anything I know aint plugged to SAMCRO anymore. It's all dead shit." He tested her.

"Well my boss doesn't know that, does he?"

"I want it all in writing. All of it." Otto knew better than to trust the word of a desperate fed. "And a conjugal. I wanna see Luann."

"I'll try to make that happen." She tried to keep the fake smile on her face as an evil smirk threatened to break through. She had done it. She had actually done it.

"You bring me her, I'll bring you your useless dirt on SAMCRO." He confirmed.

"Deal." She nodded with a smirk. Nothing was useless with RICO.

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"Hey!" Sydney heard from behind her as she stood talking to Tina, turning to see Lyla running up to her excitedly.

"Hi!" She greeted the blonde with equal excitement, wrapping her arms around the skinny woman who pulled away quickly as she began pulling rollers from her hair. "Come with me! I have to be ready to shoot in thirty." She nodded to her dressing room.

Sydney bid Tina farewell, following Lyla who dropped her pink silk dressing robe the second that the door closed - rifling through the mess of outfits on the silver rack as she looked for the right one.

"Oh, sorry." She picked up her robe quickly once she realized what she had done - remembering that Sydney was not accustomed to being around naked people all day.

"I don't mind." Sydney winked playfully, walking over to the rack where she began flipping through the variety of lingerie. "You looking for something specific?"

"Nah. I get to freestyle since Luann's gone." She chuckled knowingly. Even though Sydney didn't work with Luann, Lyla knew that she was more than familiar with how particular the older woman was about her films.

"Go finish your makeup, I'll pick something." Sydney nodded to the vanity.

"Thanks." Lyla smiled, happy to put her trust into the girl who she knew had amazing taste. "How're you feeling?" She had only met Sydney a couple of times when she had come to the studio for beauty services, but she and the fellow blonde had gotten along more than well enough for her to be concerned when she had heard what had happened.

"How do I look?" Sydney scoffed, looking down at her oversized dress and sneakers

"Like a snack." Lyla smirked.

Sydney giggled, rolling her eyes as an appreciative smile came to her face. "How are we feeling today? Dominatrix, or girl next door?" She asked as she picked a few outfit options.

"I think the hair says dominatrix, but the face says girl next door…" Lyla contemplated the two as she looked at herself in the mirror.

"Well here, wear this." Sydney handed her a baby blue set which consisted of a lacy bustier top, cheeky lace panties, and a matching garter belt. "And smooth the curls down." She began running her fingers through Lyla's voluminous waves, twirling the ends around her fingers to tone them down.

"I knew I could count on you." Lyla looked up at her appreciatively. "Do you get our flowers?" She asked as she turned her attention back to the mirror where she began applying a light pink blush to the apples of her cheeks.

"Yeah. I was making the rounds to thank everyone."

"Well make sure you skip the new girl. She didn't do shit." Lyla scoffed bitterly.

"Yeah, when did Cheryl get here?" Sydney asked again even if she already knew the answer, wanting to be absolutely sure that her theory wasn't too far fetched before she did what she was about to do.

"You know her?" Lyla's brows wrinkled in surprise.

"Yeah…" Sydney groaned.

"Girl, with that tone? You definitely know her." She giggled. "You knowing her have anything to do with those bruises?"

"That's what I'm trying to find out…" She drawled distantly as she pressed #1 on her speed-dial.

"Hey, babe." She heard Tig's voice after the second ring, noting that he sounded a bit deflated after the trying events of the day.

"Hi baby." She played up the sweetness in her voice. "Do you think you could come pick me up?"

"Yeah. Gemma ditch ya?" He chuckled, feeling any residual resentment towards her fading. He didn't care about pent up rage anymore - he couldn't stay mad at her when she talked to him like that.

"I said she could go." She chortled. "I wanna see you…"

"You sound like you're in a good mood." He grinned. "I guess you like hanging out with the whores almost as much as I do." He joked.

"Mmm I'm right in my element." She joked back, hanging up the phone with a smirk.

"I didn't think pussy whipped would be your type." Lyla eyed her friend with a playful smile. Cara Cara was very familiar with Tig - but since Sydney had moved to town, Tig had become unfamiliar with Cara Cara.

"Only when my pussy's doing the whipping." Sydney winked.

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Gemma's Caddy rolled over the coarse dirt road through the trees until she finally pulled up outside of the club's hidden cabin. She turned the vehicle off, not bothering to remove her sunglasses as she grabbed the paper bag from the front seat and opened the door to deliver their fugitive his groceries - just as Stahl had predicted. But she was hit by a rancid smell the second that the forest air entered her nostrils, looking around for the source of the putrid stench before finding it along the treeline where they had dumped the tank of the sewage truck the night before.

"Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee-" Cameron cut his prayer short as a woman stalked through the front door carrying a bag of food.

"Excuse me…" Gemma apologized awkwardly as she judged the man holding the rosary from behind her sunglasses, turning to close the door behind her as quickly as possible.

"Sorry." Cameron dropped the cross he had been holding, sensing that Clay's wife was sensitive about the topic. "Missed a few Sundays… Trying to catch up with that." He explained carefully.

"Yeah." Gemma scoffed as she made her way to the kitchen, happily inhaling the musty air in the old cabin.

"You a catholic?"

"I'm whatever I need to be." She tried to dismiss his questions as she turned and began unbagging the food she'd brought him, not nearly mentally prepared enough to dive into the memories of her religious childhood. Relief washed over her when her cell phone started ringing. Maybe there was a God.

"Hey." She answered, recognizing the number of Clay's burner.

"How's the Irishman?"

Gemma looked around the corner at Cameron who was back whispering to that damn cross. "Divine." She scoffed.

"Alright, good." Clay chuckled, glad to hear that another one of his liabilities was in line to soon be a settled debt. "Hap's gonna be here tomorrow, just gotta keep him up there until then."

"Okay. You be careful." She warned, wincing as she heard the line go dead.

"What's going on?" Cameron asked as he watched her expression fall.

"Gonna be another day until we can get you out."

Cameron nodded. He had no problem with what they seemed to think was a delay in his departure - if it wasn't for them he would still be hiding out near the ports with no end in sight. It was all by the grace of…

"Do you believe in God, Gemma?"

Gemma sighed heavily when he kept pushing the matter. "I believe in family." She answered with finality as she walked over to where he sat at the table.

"You think that's enough?"

"Who you kiddin?" She scoffed with a playful scowl as she swiped a cigarette out of the pack that was sitting in front of him, leaning down so that he could light it for her before taking the seat across from him. "Sitting here, ticking off Hail Mary's… Think that gives you some kind of heavenly pass? God's gonna open the pearly gates when the next bullet hits its intended target?"

"It's all a little absurd, I guess." He chortled.

"Mmm." She nodded knowingly.

"Truth is? I know I'm going to hell. Praying just makes my time here a little less miserable." He nodded solemnly as Gemma seemed to nod her understanding. "A few acts of contrition could make you feel good too, love." He offered her the red-beaded rosary.

Gemma accepted the necklace, rolling it around in her hands. "There is only one way that these beads could make me feel good, love. And it involves a whole different act." She smirked as she dropped the beads down to the table.

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Tig walked into Cara Cara with a smile on his face. He had missed this place, and even if he was only allowed to look these days, it still excited him - what excited him even more however, was the fact that his girlfriend was the one summoning him to do it. As he passed through the security door, he was hit by the familiar smell of perfume, latex, and sex - his eyes lighting up as they landed on the half naked women that pranced around the studio.

"Hi." He heard a sweet voice beside him as a delicate hand landed on his arm, turning to see a blonde woman with bright blue eyes that matched the lingerie that she was wearing.

"Hi, doll." He smiled, unable to remember anything about the girl other than the fact that he knew she was one of the ones he'd never gotten to sleep with. "I'm looking for Sydney?" He stated his intentions before she tried to offer him anything, looking around the crowded studio for Sydney as he realized that this may have been a test...

"I'm Lyla." The short girl formally introduced herself to the infamous man who she never thought she would find getting nervous in a porn studio.

"Oh." Tig breathed a sigh of relief, remembering that Sydney had mentioned Lyla's name before.

"Yeah, we were just in my dressing room. I'll bring you to her." She chuckled, grabbing Tig's hand softly and leading him down the hallway.

"Cher! Come on! I don't have all day!" Tig heard being yelled from an open door right after he passed it.

"Divas." He rolled his eyes with a chuckle, making Lyla giggle as she turned the handle to the door on the left, letting Tig inside to collect Sydney.

"Hi, baby." Tig grinned when he saw Sydney sitting cross legged in Lyla's vanity chair.

"Hi, Tiggy." Sydney looked up at him with a smile, holding her hand out to him so that he could help her up, looking past him at Lyla who stood by the door looking down the hallway, turning back quickly and giving a nod before disappearing.

"You get em brighter this time?" Tig referred to the bright red claws that were wrapped around his hand.

"Yeah." Sydney brushed off his observation, pulling him out the door quickly before her window of opportunity closed.

Tig scowled when he felt himself being yanked out the door, wondering if maybe this had been a test… A test that he apparently failed. He hung his head as he followed her out, only looking up when he bumped into her after she abruptly stopped her stride of determination. His head snapped up, expecting to see her looking up at him with some kind of explanation, but instead of her eyes - he saw Cheryl's.

An evil smile spread across Sydney's face when the older woman stopped dead in her tracks on her way to see Laura - just as they had planned. She reached up to her neck instinctively, covering the bruising that was still prevalent from where he had slammed her against the wall. There had been no doubt in Sydney's mind that the bruises had come from Tig, but as she watched the fear fill Cheryl's eyes before she ducked into the room - she now knew why they came from Tig.

Tig felt his breath being forced out of his throat as he was knocked back, blinking rapidly as he stumbled back into Lyla's dressing room where Sydney shoved him, not even comprehending exactly what was happening until he felt her fists in his shirt, yanking him to her lips. As soon as she pulled away and his eyes landed on that sinister smile, he knew exactly what was going on - it had been a test after all… And he had passed with flying colours. A rush of excitement pulsed through him as he pulled her back against him roughly where they attacked each other's lips; biting, pulling, and sucking harshly.

Sydney felt the unmistakable buzz of liberation under her skin as he ravished her body with no regard for her injury. She slid her hands down his chest, raking her nails over his shirt until she finally arrived at his belt buckle where she began ripping it open.

As soon as Tig felt her undo his pants, he reached for her hips - stopping her movements and lifting her up onto the vanity where he pushed her dress up her thighs, but he was shocked once again when instead of pulling him close to her - she pushed him away. He scowled, watching her shake her head before she got up and pushed him onto the vanity, swinging her leg over his lap where she straddled him.

Tig grinned again once he realized what she was doing, holding her dress up and pulling her panties to the side as she lined him up with her entrance before lowering herself down. He could tell by the way that she started bouncing on his cock before he even had time to move that this was her round and he was just along for the ride - and he didn't mind one bit. He squeezed her ass, guiding her up and down as she thrusted against him violently, growling as she wove her fingers into the curls at the back of his neck and pulled - keeping his eyes glued on hers.

As soon as he felt her coming close, Tig got to his feet - lifting her into his arms as he continued sliding her up and down his length before placing her back on the vanity - holding her in place with a fist in her hair, pulling her eyes towards his as she had done to him.

Sydney felt her cheeks flush when he switched their positions, looking at her with that animalistic need that made her weak. She usually loved his dirty talk, but the silence in his authority as he fucked her exactly how she'd been wanting had her tightening around him in no time.

"Hey. Go grab me my lipgloss." Lyla nodded to Cheryl who was standing awkwardly on the sidelines while she waited for her scene.

Normally Cheryl would've argued, or rolled her eyes, or refused - but right now? She was grateful for the excuse to get the hell away from everyone - still recovering from the panic that her run-in with Sydney and Tig had ensued. She hated that the stupid little gash had managed to sink those skanky, long nails underneath her Sergeant's skin, dangling him in front of her like a first prize catch. She shook her head as she reached for the handle to Lyla's dressing room - Tig will find his way back to me.

But the second that the hopeful thought entered Cheryl's mind, it ran right back out when the gut-wrenching scene came into view: Tig and Sydney, who she thought had left, fucking right there in front of her.

Her gaze fell to where Tig's hand was wrapped around Sydney's neck as he looked into her eyes, pounding into her and telling her how much he loved her. Her hand crept up towards the bruising around her neck again as her dreams of winning the Sergeant back crumbled right before her eyes. The way that he had touched her was nothing like the way that he was touching Sydney, and it never would be.

She tried to pull the door closed quietly, not wanting to risk another crippling moment of embarrassment - but unfortunately for her, quietly meant slowly… Slowly enough for her eyes to lock with Sydney's. She felt her heart sink as she stared into those evil eyes, watching the devious smirk spread across her face.

There was nothing in this world that could've made the outcome of her plan any better once Sydney saw Cheryl - knowing that she would owe Lyla for sending her their way. She wrapped her leg around Tig's waist, squeezing as she felt her orgasm coming on - leaning in and biting his neck harshly as she came.

Tig pulled her against him, unloading his seed into her instantly when he felt her teeth sinking into his neck.

"You are one crazy bitch." He smirked when he pulled back to look at her as her face glowed like never before, kissing her roughly.

"And you are one crazy bastard." She grinned.

"I knew I loved this place for a reason." He chuckled, peppering her swollen lips with kisses before pulling away and unwrapping her leg from his waist, leaning down to grab her shoe that had fallen off. "Finally ditched my paint job, huh?" He chuckled as he slid the white sneaker over her white toenails.

"It didn't match my shoes." She bit her lip as her eyes sparkled up at him.

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Half-Sack sat behind the bar, leaning over the countertop and scratching at some loose sealant around the sink as everybody trickled into the clubhouse for a relay before they set off to carry out their tasks for the night. They all seemed to be fired up as they drank and laughed around a table - ready to take action. But not him, because no matter what action he took - he would lose. He hated this… How could things have gotten so fucked up when they were going so good? Now he was in a situation where not only was his old lady in trouble, but his club was too - and safety for one meant danger for the other.

With a backlog of pain from all of the unfavorable activity that Sydney had engaged in during the day, she was in absolute agony as she sat on Tig's lap at the table with Bobby, Piney, Opie, and Jax who were all looking forward to getting tonight over with and putting A.T.F. behind them for good. She sipped on her beer as she tried to keep herself calm in the presence of her superiors, but the pain was only getting worse and it was showing no signs of stopping anytime soon.

The laughing and hollering of the excited men faded into the background as Sydney's ears began ringing. She knew that she couldn't handle any more… But she also knew that couldn't get painkillers from the doctor who had given her strict orders not to do exactly what she had been doing that had her needing the painkillers, and telling anybody about the true extent of her injuries and the toll that they were taking would be as good as throwing in the towel at this point. There was only one person that she could go to...

"Alright baby, let's go." Tig nodded, patting her leg as the clock finally passed 11:00 P.M.

"Nah, it's okay." Sydney was pulled from her thoughts as everybody stood from the table, placing her hand on his bicep reassuringly. "I'll stay with Half-Sack… Try and cheer him up." She explained quietly as she looked over at the prospect who was moping behind the bar.

"You sure?" Tig narrowed his eyes to which she nodded compassionately. "Okay." He sighed. He didn't love this idea, especially with the way that the clueless kid had been pushing his luck lately - but he supposed it was better than dealing with Sydney trying to sweet talk her way into tagging along on the duties of the night. "You stay off of that leg, and you have him take you right home in the truck." He ordered firmly, making sure that this was really about cheering him up and not about using him to do her dirty work.

"I will." She nodded with a chuckle, pressing her lips to his softly.

"That's it?" Tig raised an eyebrow when she pulled away. "No eye roll, no argument, no cryptic line to have me stressing all night?"

"Nah, you've done enough today." She smiled playfully.

"Okay." Tig nodded with a smile, finally getting to his feet and guiding her to sit in the empty chair next to him. "I'll see you later." He kissed her temple before heading towards the door after his entourage, glaring at the prospect threateningly as he passed by.

"Sack!" Half-Sack was pulled from his dread filled mind by Sydney's voice echoing through the empty bar. "Bring me another beer." She chuckled as she held up her empty bottle.

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Tig, Bobby, and Piney sat at the bar in the crowded saloon-style pub on Main Street, listening to the corny country music as they waited for the perfect moment to strike.

"You ever get high off of this?" Tig asked with his ring clad hand resting on Piney's shoulder as he fiddled with the old man's oxygen tank.

"It's just oxygen…" Piney shook his head incredulously at the exhausting man.

"No I know, I know but… Can't you turn it like, all the way up? Get the blue velvet thing going on?" He asked as he turned the nozzle, making slurping sounds as the Piney swiped the oxygen tank back and turned away from him.

"What the hell is wrong with him?" He asked Bobby.

"That's a question you're just gonna keep on asking…" Bobby drawled as he held a tequila shot to his lips.

"Bobby! We should do this." Tig urged, getting antsier and antsier by the second.

"Yeah." He nodded, draining the double shot glass before turning to follow the over-eager Sergeant.

"Bob!" He turned back around to see Piney standing from his barstool. "Listen, I'll do it." He patted his shoulder.

"Alright." Bobby shrugged, retaking his seat as he watched Piney walk over to a table of cowboy-hat-wearing-suburbans, saying something to an older man who shot right out of his seat and decked Tig in the face before waltzing back over to Bobby where they sat back and enjoyed the show.

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Sydney sat at the table with Half-Sack in relative silence as time passed them by - bouncing her knee in a failed attempt to ignore the pain while he drummed his fingers over the tabletop in a failed attempt to stop worrying about Cherry.

Half-Sack perked up when he heard the sirens whirling past the clubhouse, feeling a tiny bit of relief. He looked back to Sydney excitedly, but she didn't match his expression - she didn't even look up from where she seemed to have zoned out, staring into the bottom of her beer bottle.

"Hey… I'm sorry." He apologized. "I'm just real worried about shit with Cherry, you know? I didn't mean to bring you down-"

"Kip." She cut him off, looking into his light blue eyes seriously. "I need your help."

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Songs for this chapter

Better Off - Elijah Woods x Jamie Fine

Crazy Bitch - Buckcherry