Still The Killers Baby Girl
Summary: This is the continuation of the 'Killers Baby Girl' story, it's set after 'Killers not-so Baby Girl' and starts at the beginning of the TV show. Although due to some of the changes I'd made using events form the show earlier on It won't follow the complete Tv show timeline.
The main changes in the plot are: Tara never left Jax after high school and they married at 18, now with two kids Abel and Thomas. Donna, Ellie and Kenny were in a bad car crash and died years before this story is set. Half-Sack is a fully patched member with Cherry as an old Lady. and the new prospect is an OC but not that important to the plot.
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Chapter 4
The group were all sat around the reaper engraved table in Church as Tig informed the guys of their newest problem; the agent that arrived in town two days prior.
"We've taken every precaution to stay out of A.T.F's crosshairs." Clay sighed irritatedly, "No busts. No investigations, for five years. We don't know this guy's here for us."
"He showed up at the clubhouse" Bramty pointed out. Though she wasn't all that surprised the encounter was being dismissed since it didn't follow regular ATF procedure.
"Hale flagged Bluebird as our gun warehouse." Jax sighed, offering the only logical explanation for ATF to be in town. "He's pissed off we made Unser crush the case and he called in the feds. I think it's gotta be about us."
"Be my guess." Bobby agreed
"And we've got a garage full of 25 to life." Opie adds with a groan
"Any legit place we store those guns is a straight line back to us." Clay said slamming his hands on the table.
"Can't Rosen get us some storage short term?" Bobby asked frowning after, what was the simple solution, had been dismissed.
Clay shook his head in responses to Bobby before explaining, "He's killing Bluebird, brother. And he's setting up a dummy corp. It takes a few weeks."
"We got that call from Jury last week." Jax spoke up looking around the table. "Mayans pressing the Devil's Tribe to pay a vig… to keep running books and pussy out of Nevada. Look, maybe I do head to Indian Hills, offer Jury some advice. He offers our AKs to a safe house?"
"No" Juice said shaking his head. "No. That's a risky ride, brother. Northern Nevada is Mayan territory. They're still looking to settle the score from our little raid."
"The Mayans know that the Tribe's a brother club" Tig states leaning back in his chair and raising a brow at Jax. "Part of asking for that vig is about shitting on us. They knew Jury would call. They're gonna be watching."
"That's what I'm saying. That's why just me and Bobby go, under the radar. We bring the guns in the same way" Jax retorted unwilling to back down on his idea.
"And you think you could bring Jury on board?" Tig raised an unimpressed brow
Jax nodded and scoffed, "Shit. My dad saved his ass in Tay Ninh. He owes the Tellers a chit." The VP, seeing the unsure look Clay gives, adds "Look, man. We're not gonna go cowboy. I promise."
"Promise." Bobby smiled while crossing his heart.
"Low profile. I don't want no wetbacks knowing we crossed into N.V." Clay says and then turns to Tig. "They pull this off, I want you and Juice driving the barrels."
"Done" Tig nodded, "We'll need something big though"
"I'll call Unser" Clay says
Bramty watched slightly bored as Clay concluded Church for the day. As of right now there wasn't much to do other than work in the garage. Not that Bramty wasn't enjoying that, but sometimes it gets boring.
So instead, when everyone filed out of Church Bramty headed out to find Gemma.
The matriarch was looking as good as ever as she barked orders at some of the croweater's who were supposed to be helping re-organise the messy office in TM. The brand new file cabinet was bare and the folders were spread out as three brunettes tried to organise them.
Bramty snickered to herself as she walked through the doorway, "Hola mamá Gem" she kissed Gemma on the cheek in greeting.
"Hey sweetheart" Gemma smiled and then raised a brow at her expectantly
"I just came to talk... wanna head out and grab coffee? Heard you got a great-grandson now" Bramty rolled her eyes slightly at Gemma but followed when the older woman nodded and grabbed her purse ready to go.
Following on her bike, Bramty pulled into the main street cafe parking lot behind Gemma's car and dismounted quickly.
The two women nodded to the familiar waitress who readied their regular orders instead of brining them a menu when they sat in the booth.
"I talked to Abel the other day" Bramty supplied with a small shrug, "He was sitting at the bar looking a little tipsy, kid spilled his guts on what's been going on"
Gemma nodded sadly, "The poor boy" she shook her head at the situation. "I told Jax that Wendy was too old for Abel. Jax said that it was normal for a boy to be interested in a bitch a year and a half older than him"
"How long have they been together?" Bramty asked frowning in thought, "I don't remember that being a thing when I was here last"
"It wasn't, but then again the last time you were here in person was just after your graduation" Gemma commented with a tone that Bramty couldn't quick figure out what emotion it was laced with.
...but it wasn't entirely a good one.
"Yeah" she nodded nonetheless, remembering that about a week after graduation Clay had sent her with Daddy and Kozik to Tacoma again. And when that run went smoothly, Bramty had been sat down and asked if she wanted to go 'Normad' with Daddy for a little while and go see all their other Charters.
"Don't worry baby" Gemma soothed snapping Bramty out of her thoughts. "We all understood why you went and you promised that you'd be back... and you are. For good now, right?"
"For good now" Bramty smiled reassuringly at Gemma who seemed pleased by the confirmation. "Well, what did I miss anyway?"
Gemma smirked, "A lot. Abel started hanging around the clubhouse every now and then a little while after you left. That's where he met Wendy-case. Wendy's sister is croweater and so she'd stop in after school to get a ride home or something. Abel met her at the clubhouse and they started dating only a few weeks later"
"Damn... do the parents know the sisters a croweater?" Bramty asked smirking in entertainment at how royally people are capable of screwing up their lives.
She didn't understand why a little rich gringo bitch would want or need to become a used up biker whore?
Not when the putas parents could give her anything she wanted in life?
It didn't make sense to Bramty.
Bramty loved the life and the bikers in her life, but she would never spread her legs for them to pass her around like the croweater's or sweetbutt's do. Not even if she had never been taken in by Daddy and SAMCRO, she would have never become like her mother who thrived off of being a whore.
That was simply something she could never understand.
"Yeah that's why they cut her off" Gemma scoffed and rolled her eyes, "But Wendy still loves her sister and stops by to see her every now and then"
"Where's the bitch now?" She asked right as the waitress set their coffee's down at their table. "Thanks" Bramty offered a thankful smile as the older woman nodded and walked away to serve other customers again.
Gemma shrugged at the question, "Gave birth about a month before you got here and the parents sent her to some treatment facility for teenage drug abusers... thankfully she signed away custody to Jax and Tara. We haven't heard from her since"
"Sounds like it's best" Bramty hummed sipping her drink as Gemma nodded in agreement. "Did you know Abel was considering prospecting for the club?" she asked Gemma carefully
Judging by the widening of Gemma's eyes, the matriarch had not known that her grandson was thinking about prospecting.
Bramty only hoped revealing that information wouldn't bite her on the ass.
"Mhmn" Bramty hummed deciding to continue before Gemma could bombard her with the following questions she knew were to come. "Told me the only thing holding him back was the baby"
"And you said?" Gemma shamelessly pried
A snort escaped Bramty before she answered, "Told him he wasn't raising a kid alone. That he has Jax and Tara, you and Clay, and the club all there to help with that baby. I told him that the kid shouldn't hold him back from prospecting if he really wants it"
Gemma nodded happily with the advice Bramty had given the guy only a few years younger than herself. Having a kid wasn't a reason to not prospect. Dad had raised her just fine while he was a fully patched member, and one who did more risky shit than most, at that.
"Do you want your grandson to join?" Bramty couldn't help but ask
"Yes" Gemma admitted after only a second of deliberation. "And I'm only 54 - you make it sound like I'm really old or some shit" the matriarch scoffed in annoyance.
Bramty laughed, it did sound like Gemma was older than she actually is when they talk about her having a great-grandson already.
In all fairness, it seemed that the Teller family just like to shoot out kids at a young age...
"How old were you when you had Jax?" Bramty wondered curiously knowing Gemma was young at the time but not knowing exactly how old.
"Shit I was 18 when I gave birth to Jax... I ran away from home when I was 16, met John who was already 18 at the time. Everyone was a hippy back then and so a 16 year old with an almost 19 year old - well nobody really cared about it. John and Clay had enlisted in the military when they were 17 and I waited on John in between deployments" Gemma spoke with a small smile on her lips
"Clay told me that he loved you even back then" Bramty recalled fondly
Gemma nodded and chuckled, "I loved him back then too... but I'd met John first. Clay had got injured when I met J.T who was back in between deployments. It wasn't until a year later that I finally met the Clay Morrow I'd heard so much about"
"But if you were so in love with J.T then why'd you fall for Clay?" she wondered.
Bramty didn't understand much about love or real relationships like the one Gemma has with Clay. Her only experience of something close to that was with Angel back when she was 17.
The happy memories of that were surrounded in pain.
She'd spent so much time after it happened trying to push away the fact that she had loved someone in a way she never before thought she had been capable of... that now Bramty didn't remember the feeling of being in love.
She had focused so much on the pain of remembering happy things from when Angel had been alive - that she'd twisted up all those memories until they truly felt like just distant events. Ones where no emotional responses were attached to recalling them.
It was like it was someone else in that relationship and not herself.
Gemma gave her a knowing yet sad smile, "I loved J.T don't get me wrong. But he was the safe choice. The guy I knew would take care of me, provide for me, be gentle and loving... Clay's love scared me at first"
Bramty frowned "He scared you?"
"Not like that" Gemma scoffed, "I felt equal to what I did with John, with Clay, in a matter of days. I knew if I let myself get too close to Clay It would be a love I'd never experienced before. One full of passion, a love deeper than with J.T... one where I would be vulnerable and have no control over the situation"
"You would of had to trust him" Bramty smirked knowingly
Gemma chuckled, "Yeah. So, instead of taking the risk I played it safe... and when I got pregnant, playing it safe was the only option. I wanted my kids to have their father around and I knew J.T would be a good one"
"Jax talks about him like he hung the moon and the stars himself" Bramty added and noticed the odd look that crossed Gemma's face at hearing that.
"He was a good father" Gemma confirmed
Bramty tilted her head, "But not a good husband?"
Gemma blinked in surprise before chuckling lowly and nodding, "Not a good husband for me... and we hurt each other because we didn't figure that out sooner"
Bramty wasn't sure what to say about that... It hadn't been what she was expected to hear when she had started asking about Gemma's past.
Bramty had never met the infamous J.T and as much as nobody else thought the man could do wrong, Gemma seemed to know better than that.
After all, Gemma had been married the man for 15 years before he died in a crash on the highway.
From what Bramty could tell; there was probably a lot more pain and hurt in the story of Gemma and John Teller. Though she didn't get the impression Gemma was going to do anything but take it to the grave with her.
That was something Bramty could respect greatly.
And so she only nodded at Gemma's answer, accepting that simple explanation without blinking or prying for more.
"I missed you màma Gem" Bramty declared fondly, smiling at the woman who had been more of a mother to her than her own.
Gemma returned the warm smile, "I missed you too honey. I'm happy your back home where you belong, Bramty"
"I am too"
Bramty walked back into the clubhouse to see Tig pouting like a child with a sad looking Juice sitting beside him at the bar. She raised a brow wondering what had the two man-children she loves so much pouting?
Dad walked out from the dorms carrying his already packed duffle. It contained everything they'd need in case they had to pick up and go somewhere in a rush. In the other hand was her matching duffle.
"Where are we going?" Bramty asked curiously, both of them knowing she would follow him wherever
"Patch over for the Devil's Tribe up in Indian Hills" Dad answered with a smirk on his face probably thinking about the legendary after party that was sure to bring about.
Bramty on the other hand, did not share his excitement and grimaced. Making no move to hide her disgust at having to attend this party.
After growing up in the clubhouse and seeing the men she considered family party and so do some seriously kinky shit in the middle of the clubhouse - she had learnt to block certain things out. But Bramty had made the mistake of thinking a patch over party would be on the same level, once before.
And she had realised very quickly when she had accidently got an eye full of her fathers junk - that it was so much worse!
"Awe shit man!" Tig whined from the bar catching her attention as he gestured towards her with an even bigger pout. "You're allowed to go and you don't even want to... I'd kill to go to this party and I'm stuck here"
Bramty snickered at Tig before shaking her head and turning back to her Dad with a raised brow. "You know... you could head up there without me, you get to have your perverted fun by fucking girls who're probably the same age as me. And I can stay here and make sure everything goes smoothly with whatever Tig and Juice are doing?"
Dad smirked and shrugged, "Is that what you want to do?"
"Do you actually remember what happened at that patch over party you and the Texas guys took me to?" Bramty asked knowing she had never brought it up after the fact.
Dad thought for a minute before he grimaced and nodded - clearly remembering accidently flashing his 19 year old daughter while drunk off his ass and fist deep in croweater pussy.
"Yeah, yeah, okay baby girl you can stay here" Dad agreed easily and pressed a kiss to her temple before pulling her into a side hug.
He handed her duffle bag back to her so she could put it away again.
Bramty chuckled, "I love you Daddy" she kissed his cheek before heading up to her room when he headed out to secure his bag on his bike.
"What the fuck happened at the party?" Tig yelled curiously as she walked away
She didn't give him an answer and never planned to either, it wasn't exactly something she wanted to think about ever again.
In no way was she a prude, not even close, but Bramty also wasn't particularly keen on seeing more of her uncles and father than she had to see.
And going to a patch over party was just asking for an eye full!
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Already bored already after a few hours of a practically empty clubhouse, Bramty had decided to invite herself along on whatever club business Tig and Juice had been tasked to handle. If these two some-time idiots were handling it on their own, then it couldn't be that hard.
And so she found herself sitting in between Juice and Tig, waiting in a truck for the guard dog at Unser's Trucks to be knocked out.
"Did you dose it?" Tig asked Juice who was sitting behind the wheel looking as bored as Bramty felt.
"Triple dose" Juice confirmed and they watched the Doberman guard dog devour the piece of meat they'd thrown over the fence. Inside the fence were the trucks they were here to 'steal' in order to haul gun barrels to Indian Hills.
"Patch over bash, man. Makes Mardi Gras look like a sweet 16 party" Tig hummed wistfully. Obviously still wishing he was up in Indian Hills right now instead of here. "With Jury's stable, shit, nothin' but young, tight... perfect pussy"
"Uh-huh" Juice nodded sadly
"Get the fuck over it" Bramty grumbled not keen on being sandwiched in between her two horny bikers - who happened to be her uncles - that were currently thinking about pussy right now.
Maybe she would have been better off just hanging out on her own tonight?!
Juice smirked at her only looking a little apologetic, before the dog caught his attention again. "Oh. great it looks like Fido's having his own party!" Juice announced and held out the bolt cutters for Tig to take.
Tig rolled his eyes and got out of the truck cutting the lock on the gate and pushing it open.
"Which one?" Juice yelled out of the window wondering where to drive them once they were through the gates to the compound.
Tog looked around trying to spot the the u-haul they were looking for and shrugged, "Unser said take the cargo truck. The keys should be in it already" but before Tig could point out the specific truck, a loud growl was heard and followed by a yelp from Tig.
Bramty sat up straighter and moved to look out the window watching with wide eyes as the guard dog lunged for Tig again. This time managing to actually grab a hold of him in a ferocious bite. She threw open the passenger door for Tig, hoping that the leather he wore was enough to protect his skin from getting a chunk taken out of him.
"Holy shit!" Juice swore watching with wide eyes as well
"Run Tig! C'mon!" she yelled watching as Tig literally threw himself back into the truck and only managed to slam the door shut again in time for the dog to lunge a third time.
"Drive" Bramty told Juice and he nodded driving them further into the compound and pulling up right beside the truck they'd been looking for.
"Goddamn it!" Tig seethed through the pain as he touched his ass and pulled his hand back to see it was covered in blood.
That can't be good.
Bramty shook her head ruefully as she watched Tig attempt to inspect his wound.
"I thought you said you drugged the meat" Tig snapped at Juice
"I did!" Juice defended with a huff
"Look at him... he's foaming at the mouth" Bramty shook her head pointing to the dog as it ran around clearly up and awake; not knocked out for a nap.
"That thing should be dead! I dosed him with, like, two whole grams!" Juice looked amazed as he stole another glace at the dog.
"Grams?" Bramty frowned in confusion, "Grams of what?"
"Crank" Juice answered like she was the stupid one here!
Bramty couldn't help the disbelieving chuckle that escaped her at the same time as Tig erupted in a yell of fury as he threw curse after curse at Juice. Juice just looked confused as Tig continued to yell, "You fed crystal to a killer Doberman? Are you a retard?"
"No!" Juice defended pulling his gun from his waistband. "Should I shoot him?"
Tig looked like he was contemplating shooting Juice when he took the gun from the younger patched member.
"No. Drive" was all Tig said before groaning in pain.
"Fuck Juicy fruit, you screwed up" Bramty silently chuckled again at the oddly entertaining situation she had found herself in.
"Look at my ass will yah?" Tig tapped her shoulder before pulling down his pants.
Bramty cringed when she got a look at Tig's ass.
The stark white skin was smeared in blood from the hole in his ass cheek where the dog got a good bite in.
"Damn that's nasty!" she hissed
"Shit!" Tig grunted
About an hour later the three worked silently in loading the barrels onto the truck they were borrowing from Unser. Tig looked like he was pushing through the pain while Juice just looked a little guilty and uncomfortable.
Bramty could only shake her head at them both.
They'd had an odd relationship since she had known them. Tig was an asshole to Juice most of the time, but he also has some respect for the computer savvy man who pulled through with some valuable information on a regular basis. Juice took most of Tig's joking with humour and even managed to get better at giving as good as he got.
But they weren't really friends.
They were brothers, family, and loyal to the other completely... but they still weren't friends.
"You ever been to Ireland?" Juice asked randomly trying to break the silence which he found uncomfortable.
"Shut up" Tig snapped
"Look" Juice held up his hands stopping Tig so the SAA would listen to him. "Look, man. It's not my fault that you got bit. Alright? You didn't specify what kind of drug. I am not happy about being here either... but at least you and I, you know - we can try to have a decent conversation"
While Juice was really trying here, and maybe on any other day Tig wouldn't have got that 'i'm an asshole and about to prove it' look in his eye at Juices words. But today wasn't that day.
Today Tig is missing out on a rare and exciting party, as well as getting hurt because Juice didn't use his head.
So the response that Tig gave didn't surprise Bramty one bit.
"What? What do you want? You want to bond?" Tig asked rudely and Juice only shrugged. "You want to get closer to me? Fine" Tig snapped nodding as he began unzipping his pants.
"What are you doing?" Juice stepped away and narrowed his eyes at Tig warily.
"I'm gonna dunk my balls in your mouth. You're gonna gag. I'm gonna laugh. And then we'll be best friends forever" Tig answered sharply
Juice huffed in annoyance, "Why do you gotta be that way?"
"You ever been to Attica?" Tig quipped as he picked up another barrel and continued on with the actual work they had to get done. Bramty snorted quietly and shook her head at the interaction.
"Shut up" Juice sighed shaking his head in disappointment. "And pull your pants up"
With nobody in the clubhouse to keep her company, Bramty jumped at the chance to hang out when the girls called for their monthly catch up knowing she was in town for it this time.
Hell yeah I'm in! - Bramty
Bramty smiled as her text was answered by virtual squealing over text message.
She headed to the bar on neutral ground in between Charming and Oakland. She was out to go meet with Rosa, Carla, Celia and Leticia for drinks.
There was a lot she had missed and she was happy to enjoy a night out of catching up, dancing and drinks.
None of the 4 girls that had become her best friends during her teen years had never lost contact with her. In fact, even after Bramty had left the state to go visit other charters with Dad, they'd all texted at least once a day. The group chat was always filled with her either sending them pictures of some sight she'd seen or sending them updates on her life.
And they had done the same.
A lot had changed in Oakland and that much she knew.
Esai - who Bramty admittedly never really saw making it into the higher ranks of the club - was now VP and preparing to take over after Marcus soon. The Mayan President's arthritis had kicked in making his time on a bike significantly shorter than his brothers.
Ezekiel's mom was killed in a home invasion gone wrong and after interrupting the killer raiding his family home, EZ had chased the fucker down through the streets. Just as he had gotten the Cabrón in his sights, gun aimed to kill, a cop intervened and unfortunately ended up taking the bullet. EZ had been sentenced to 25 years for killing a police officer.
Emily - the only chica banca in Oakland - ended up leaving EZ to marry the leader of the cartel. She followed the man off to Mexico never to be heard from again. Though the club says that she's living the life, spending the cartels dirty blood money like it grows on trees.
Leticia and Rafael's on-and-off again romance was currently back on after Rafael proposed to Leticia. All Bramty could do was hope it lasted. The pair had been great together since they were teens, but both Leticia and Rafael were stubborn assholes sometimes and when one of them was pissed off they tended to do something they regretted.
It turned out that Carla - the one who had been the most prude-ish of the group - is the one in a three-way relationship. Now, considering the fact that both her Old Men are Mayan's it was a hard sell to the usually traditional club. They'd proven it wouldn't cause drama between the men - Club first and all, so Marcus allowed it. Bramty had yet to witness the thruple in person but from the small video's she'd seen or the video chats with Carla, her friend was happier than ever before.
Rosa finally stopped chasing men and focused on building herself a career after graduation. Becoming the proud owner of Oaklands best salon. Apparently the change had been caused by her pelegatos of a boyfriend proposing on graduation night. The asshole thought he'd be able to mooch off of Rosa for the rest of his life. Well, Rosa certainly told him where to shove it, if the assault charges told Bramty anything about Rosa's reaction to the proposal.
And well, Celia, the poor girl had gotten pregnant a year and a half ago to some random hook up that she was too drunk to remember who she'd been with. The club had stepped up, especially the old timers who'd watched Celia and the rest of them grow up. Celia's had a hard time over the past three or so years but she's rolling with the punches and making the most of it... at least she's had the other girls to help her through everything. And Bramty was only ever a call away.
With all this in mind, Bramty was all the more excited to meet the girls as she pulled up in Gemma's car to the bar.
Walking inside, she easily spotted the group sitting in a booth.
"Mi hermanas!" Bramty yelled laughing when their heads whipped to her direction.
The girls all sprang from their seats to embrace her in a hug.
There were squeals and laughter - admittedly both noises made by her at one point during the greeting - as they finally got to hug after 2 years of only online contact.
"OH MY GOD!" Rosa kissed both Bramty's cheeks grinning widely, "You look damn FINE!"
"Smokin' hot" Celia agreed, "It's been too long Bramty" she scolded
"I know, I know" Bramty chuckled at the scolding. "I'm back for good now though. No more monthly nights out without me then!" she hollered happily and earnt cheers of excitement in response from the girls.
It was a tradition they'd started when they were 18 and had continued until now...
Bramty had attended the nights out for the years she'd been in Charming. After that, she opted for video chats and demands of pictures instead.
She missed this.
Having chicas to hang out with instead of a bunch of rough bikers all the time. The chicas she had grown up with who knew the more 'teen girl' parts of her that she didn't really show her family much of.
Bramty couldn't help but smile as another round of shots was demanded of the bartender by Leticia. Woman is more feisty than Bramty had remembered and she loved it!
"I missed you chicas!" Bramty declared laughing at their antics
"Awe! We missed you too chica! How are things?" Rosa demanded
Bramty nodded happily, "It was great and all, but I'm damn glad to be back home. Nowhere I stayed ever felt as good as Charming and Oakland" she admitted
"If your staying then your going to be in my wedding party right?" Leticia gave her a look with a raised brow that told Bramty the answer was yes and there was no if's or but's about it.
She laughed freely, "I'd be honoured, Lee" Bramty kissed the woman's cheek genuinely happy to be apart of their wedding party.
Even though she had already assured Leticia that she'd be in attendance whether Bramty was back in Charming for good or not by then.
Which she is now.
"Great!" Leticia beamed
"How's Raf anyway? Still an asshole?" Bramty smirked with a raised brow earning giggles form Celia and Rosa. Letica only smirked and rolled her eyes.
"Course" Letica nodded on a scoff, "Like he's capable of not being an asshole? Pero he's an asshole who I'm marrying so we're good. About 6 months ago we started going to couples therapy. I've always known I love him, that he's the one, but when our lives got more complicated we stopped being there for each other and so we became the on-and-off again couple" she rolled her eyes a little bitter at the accurate description of her relationship.
"Therapy shit actually helped?" Bramty raised a curious brow
Letica smirked knowingly and nodded, "I didn't like any second of it... but it did help. And now we're in the best place we've been since high school. We are both ready for this now because of it"
"Well damn!" Bramty grinned approvingly at the passion and conviction in Leticia's voice. "You go girl. I'll drink to that!" she held up her shot. The girls giggled and laughed as they too downed another shot.
"Hey! I love this song!" Celia yelled
Carla stood up grinning, "¡Vamos a bailar!"
Bramty laughed and headed to the dance floor with the women she would consider sisters and best friends. They danced for hours, continuing to catch up as they did so. After a few more drinks and jokes there was an array of pictures on their Instagram's capturing the laidback, fun, night they'd had together as a group.
"Smile!" Celia yelled at Bramty holding up her phone to take the selfie right as she planted a kiss on a smirking Bramty's cheek. The picture was taken and after both of them deemed it as a 'sexy shot' it was posted online.
"More drinks!" Bramty yelled and was met with cheers of approval from the others.
This was so much better than going to that damn patch over party!
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