CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX
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There is a link on my profile page to photobucket where pictures of most outfits mentioned are posted.
Lyla is dressed remarkably casual for what I've normally seen her in, a pair of pale blue jeans and a white tube top paired with a familiar looking pair of shoes. Reaching her I point down to my feet "Looks like we shop at the same place."
She spots the almost identical footwear and laughs, "Well, bar the colour anyway." While my shoes are pitch black and silver sequins her shoes are white with black decorating the heels.
"You know, I might be tempted to come check out your heel collection if I didn't have my own massive amount." I tell her, looping my arm through hers and dragging her towards the clubhouse.
On the way in we walk past Ima who's doing her best to gain the attention of everyone, and anyone, around her. I wave at Cherry as we reach them and gesture for her to come over. Stopping just outside the door I look at the petite girl, "Why are you out here and Kips inside trying to see the future in a beer glass?"
"Ima told me he was a one-time thing, being a new patch everyone had to get a turn and I had to go back to the bottom of the list." Cherry's eyes hit the ground as she speaks and it's not hard to read the disappointment in her posture.
"Oh honey, ignore that worn our whore. Kip likes you, go get him a beer and talk to him. You might be surprised." I push her through the door in front of us and smile at my own match-making when she's dragged onto Kip's lap before she can even get to the bar.
Lyla smiles sweetly, "That was nice of you."
I shrug, "Just doing my bit for happy Sons."
Donna and Al have been all but abandoned by Opie and Juice who are standing at the pool table, a pile of notes on the edge resting under a couple of shot glasses. Gesturing Lyla into the empty seat at the table they've nabbed I lean against the back of it, my chin resting on Lyla's blond waves. "Anyone want a drink?"
Getting nods from all round I wander over to the bar where Miles is happily handing out beers. He looks a little busy so I duck around the bar behind him and grab a tray, dumping a stack of shot glasses and an almost full bottle of vodka on the tray I tap him on the arm to get his attention just before I leave, "Thanks Miles."
"No problem. Didn't do nothing." He says one hand full of beer mugs and the other loaded with shot glasses.
Taking the tray back I set it down before nabbing a chair from the neighbouring table, which earns me a glare from the sweet butt sitting at it. Raising my eyebrow at her, "Something wrong?"
She opens her mouth to say something, but stops in a hurry when Opie steps around the pool table and plonks the chair I'm holding right by his old lady.
"Emily don't have nothing to say, do ya?" Opie tells me, glancing at the worn out looking woman.
Shaking her head Emily stands up and rushes outside, I silently wonder if she's hoping there will be more accommodating Sons outside.
Sitting down in the chair I laugh at my 3 over eager table mates who have already got the first shots of vodka lined up.
Picking up the shot we all air salute before throwing them back and turning our attention to the pool game in front of us.
Donna and Al are muttering to each other over the outrageous stack of cash on the edge of the table, apparently Opie and Juice had decided the game wasn't interesting enough without a wager and had each ended up putting 2 grand as a bit of 'side entertainment'.
Refilling the glasses as Opie sinks 2 balls in a row, followed by Juice's rather loud groan of disbelief I glance at Al. "Wish Cam was here."
She nods, "Yep, she'd clean them all out with a smile and a flutter of her hair."
A couple of vodka shots later the game is finally finished, with Opie winning and collecting the stack of bills, stepping away from the table to pick up his beer from beside Donna she grabs the stack of cash and shoves it down her top.
Opie laughs and a grin stretches his face, "Ya know that won't stop me aye Don?"
Donna nods, "I know." She grins winking at her giant husband.
"Say goodnight Donna." Opie mutters, hauling her to her feet.
"Goodnight Donna." Donna echoes, her voice barely holding in a laugh. Opie sweeps her over his shoulder and her shriek echoes through the clubhouse as he carries her down the hall.
"One down." I mutter, refilling the shot glasses, but pulling Donna's abandoned one to sit with mine.
A while later and another vodka shot each the three of us are talking quietly, well Al and Lyla are talking; I'm watching the happenings in the room. There's not many Son's inside, through the open door I can see a few of the drums outside, there's a few of them gathered round talking, every now and then one will walk past either in the direction of the ring or towards the line of bikes.
Juice and Bobby are the only Sons inside, bar Miles who's still manning the bar. Juice keeps flicking his eyes to Al every few minutes. Every time his gaze drifts to her his face shows concern like she may have vanished, but the second his eyes settle on her frame he relaxes.
After watching him do his circuit for about 20 minutes I nudge Al with my foot. "Juice looks a little lonely."
Unfortunately one of the croweaters has noticed that as well, the head of bright red hair stopping a few inches from Juice. Al is out of her seat and halfway across the room before the hand attached to the red head has touched Juice's arm. Watching Al slipping between him and whoever it is that's offering to entertain Juice is funny, but the flippant way that Juice brushes off the barely covered tart is funnier. His entire attention becomes fixed on Al and the second she leans down and kisses his cheek he's up and the pair are walking down the hall towards his room, Juice being tugged, very willingly, in that direction by his hand.
Shaking my head I turn to Lyla, "Friday night entertainment."
She nods, the alcohol she's drunk has given a pink hue to her cheeks and her eyes are slightly glassy. Jax steps in the door not too much later, Lyla and I have downed a few more shots and any filter I normally possess has vanished.
Waving him over he joins the table, swinging a chair round and straddling it. "Sup?"
"The hotness level of this table." I wink at him, mentally shaking my head for the foot I've just inserted in my mouth.
"Don't know about that, it was pretty hot before I sat down." Jax chuckles, "How much have you drunk?"
"Not sure." I mumble, tipping the bottle sideways and empting the last bit of clear liquid into the two shot glasses. Lyla and I clink the glasses together and tip them into our mouths. Setting the empty glass on the table I turn my eyes to Jax.
"Jax, this is Lyla, you've seen her round, and you've already fucked her at least once. She'll be occupying your bed." My speech is slurred but I know the second that Jax comprehends what I've just said, his eyebrows raise to his hairline and his mouth opens slightly.
Reaching over I gently close his mouth. "You'll catch flies. Now I have a dilemma." I trail off and look round the club house a little.
"What's the dilemma?" Jax's voice pulls me back to his presence; he's just lit a smoke and for a second I consider taking it off him, but the remembered taste of smoke is enough to make me reject that thought.
"Hmm. Oh, well I'm not sure if I want another drink, a joint or to go to sleep." I shrug, waving my hands in the air.
Almost impossibly Miles from across the room hears me and a few minutes later there's 2 glasses of clear liquid, 2 water bottles and a joint on the table between us.
"Thank you." I call out to his retreating back.
Handing a glass to Lyla I pick up the other one. Looking back towards Jax, more specifically at his empty hands "No drink for Jax. Miles!" I call out, Miles practically runs back to the table with a beer bottle in one hand, a shot glass and a bottle of whiskey in the other. Handing Jax the bottle he sets the glass on the table and fills it before going back to the bar. "Merci."
Jax picks up his shot glass and knocks it back, watching his head tilt backwards and his throat muscles working as he swallows makes a flash of heat run through me, I'm thankful for Lyla sitting right beside me, her presents reminds me why I'm not going to jump on him and jam my tongue down his throat, as much as I'd like to.
Stealing his lighter off the table I flick ignite it and touch the end to the joint I've picked up. Inhaling deeply I pass it to Lyla; her dainty inhale makes me giggle. "Really, is that it? You suck cock for a living and that's as much as you can suck!?"
Jax looks mortified but Lyla laughs, her hair shaking with the tremors her shoulders make. "I can suck cock just fine, smoke not so much."
I shrug; taking the gently smoking joint off her I suck another lungful before passing it to Jax. He shakes his head, "Nah, you have it darlin'."
I narrow my eyes at him. "Is that so I'll pass out?"
He shakes his head, "Nope, I think you're hilarious right now and if you smoke some more it'll only get better."
Turning to look at Lyla I widen my eyes, trying to look innocent. "Hear that! He thinks I'm funny. Maybe I should join the circus."
Lyla has barely managed to get her laughter under control but my outraged comment sends her into another fit of giggles. Glancing at Jax through my eyelashes I notice with a sigh he's having a struggle between watching me for funny things I'll do and watching Lyla's tit's jiggle with her laughter.
Finishing my drink in a few deep swallows I spend a couple of silent minutes watching the pair of people I'm sitting with. By the time my mouth is ready to open again I've finished the joint and snagged Lyla's drink from where she's forgotten about it.
Setting Lyla's glass down with a little more force than needed they both turn their attention to me, breaking the conversation they were having about Cara Cara and the wrap party the following night. While I know that the porn studio is a form of income for the club I really didn't want to have to think about Ima and her attempts to bed Jax.
Using the table to pull myself to my feet I put a hand on Lyla's shoulder, bending down I whisper in her ear, "Please don't take him from me."
Turning away from her I press a soft kiss on the side of Jax's neck, "Don't forget to use protection."
Walking away from the table I call out a 'have fun' over my shoulder before stepping through the door and letting it swing closed behind me.
*Cue ominous Jaws theme*