CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE

I'm awake again at 7am, deciding to get some water I carefully get off the couch and manage to move Al so I can open the door, walking round the clubhouse at this hour of the morning is an interesting site. I've managed to keep to the dark given my state of dress I really don't want anyone to see me, watching a few sweet butts do the walk of shame out of the building has a grin stretching over my face, but what made me almost burst into laughter was the site of Miles under the pool table with a stuffed rabbit jammed under his head.

"I wish I had a camera." I whisper quietly.

"Here." A voice sounds right behind me and I manage to not scream as I spin around and spot Kip standing there.

"What on earth are you doing up at this time of the morning?" I exclaim, a hand pressed to my chest where my heart is pounding.

"Hap's heading to Bakersfield to see his Mom and I'm tagging along." he says, rubbing his free hand over his head.

Taking the phone that he'd offered I tiptoe over to the table, avoiding the puddles of puke that I am not cleaning up.

Snapping a couple of quick photos I get them sent to the phone I've been given before continuing to the kitchen and my goal of water.

I hear Happy's voice just a few seconds before he turns into the kitchen, he runs an eye over my leg and nods, not saying a word as he grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and downs most of it in one go.

I head back into the tattoo room and sit on the chair carefully, Al's still sleeping by the door and I don't want to wake her just yet.

By the time she wakes up I've already washed my leg off and started cleaning the room.

When Al's groan reaches me I walk over slowly and hand her the bottle of water I brought back for her along with a couple of Tylenol I'd fished out of her backpack.

She swallows the tablets and sits up, rubbing her head slightly.

"You ready to tell me who it was yet?" I ask her grinning.

"Huh?" She sounds confused, but her act isn't going to trick me.

"Who was it that had you walking like you'd found a way to replace skin to retattoo over and over again?" I poke a finger at her and she blinks a few times before smiling.

"Juice."

"It's in the kitchen." I say, wanting to make sure I heard her properly.

"No dumbass. I was with Juice last night." She says, looking over at me.

I sigh, "You do know that there is the likelihood that he's just going to see you as another member of the pussy parade now don't you?"

She nods, "Yeah, I know it was stupid but there's something about him that I like."

I smile a little, "Just please be careful, K?"

She nods and looks round the room, "Shit, Happy's going to kill me."

"Relax Al; he's gone to see his Mom. Won't be back till late I'm sure, or tomorrow."

Al signs in relief and gets to her feet, groaning as she stretches. "Well, sleeping on the floor was a stupid move, wasn't it?"

She glares at me and heads into the bathroom, closing the door behind her a few minutes later I hear the shower start. Taking another look round the room I'm not really sure what Al was worried about there isn't that much left to do, the only things left to do is mop the floor and take the garbage out, everything else is done.

Sitting down on the chair I look down at the tattoo on my leg and start to think of what can be done on the other limb. I'd had a thought about splitting it into 2 sections so I could have something different on my thigh and calf but I'm not sure now, I guess I'll wait till the latest one is healed then think more.

A knock at the door breaks me off my train of thought, standing up I walk over and open the door a crack, Donna and Cam are standing there both looking a little worse for wear, letting them in I can't help but grin that it's them in that situation and I feel fine, just a little tired.

Cam collapses down onto the floor, dragging Al's bag down and using it as a pillow, a huge yawn rips from her as Donna hands me a coffee from the tray she's carrying, pulling one for herself she passes the other 2 to Cam, who just barely manages to keep hold of the tray as she pulls her own drink out. I walk over to the bathroom door and open it a crack, "Coffee's here."

"Thank god for that." Al's voice floats out of the door, "I'll be out in a second."

I close the door again and head back to my seat. "So how was last night?" I ask, my gaze going between Donna and Cam, I'm not sure if they know about Al's entertainment from the night before.

The pair exchange a glance and I become pretty sure I'm going to hear something I don't like, "Spit it out." I say, taking a long drink from my coffee while I prepare for whatever information they're going to give me.

Donna takes a deep breath and opens her mouth, "Jax was..."

"I don't give a shit." I say cutting her off, I'm still beyond pissed at him for the way he didn't consider anything but his cock when he knew I was sleeping in the next room. "Whatever Jax does now is between him, his bed and his doctor." Grinning at them I hear Al come out of the bathroom behind me. "I can't control where Jax puts his cock, or who he has in his bed and while I appreciate the heads up I don't have any sort of claim to him."

Al steps past me and gratefully takes the coffee Cam's handing her, "S, you know I love you, right?"

I nod, "Well then take this with the best intentions. The only person you are fooling with that is yourself. None of us in this room believe a word of the shit you just spouted. We all know that Jax was with Ima on Friday, and I'm sure you'll kick his ass for that, but stop with the bullshit. You have more of a claim to him than anyone of those sluts that parade round here. If you want me to be crude about it the only thing with tit's that has more claim to Jax is Gemma."

I giggle at the end of Al's statement but Donna snorts, "If I'd be allowed to finish. Jax was missing you last night. He asked me at least a dozen times where you were, and he went to bed alone."

My mouth falls open and I look at her like she's insane, but Cam's head furiously nodding makes me stop, "Really?"

"Yes, really." Donna says seriously.

"That's gotta be a first." I say quietly.

"Juice said that he's never seen Jax brush off all the girls like he did last night." Al says from beside Cam.

My head swivels in her direction and I grab hold of the opportunity to change the subject with both hands. I'm still far too mad at Jax to have any sort of conversation about him and his habit of fucking anything with two sets of lips. "You mean you did more than just bump uglies?"

Al looks angry for a second but then laughs; she had often referred to the one-night stands that became too common for a while as nothing more than masturbation with another person. Cam's face twists into an evil smirk. "You slut. Tell us everything."

Al shakes her head, "I'm not one to kiss and tell."

"Bullshit," I say, "I can count on one hand the number of times we didn't hear about what your previous night was like."

"Alright, alright." Al shuts me up with a wave of her hand, "We actually spent most of the time talking believe it or not. I don't know there's just something that he has that I've never noticed I liked."

During the 4 years I've known Al she's only had 2 serious relationships, but neither of them lasted past 6 months, and they certainly didn't give her the starry look like she's got now. I just mentally cross my fingers that this doesn't turn out badly.