AN: I don't own SoA or HP.
"Juice, you coming?" Jax questioned, turning to look at him, smirking at one of the passing girls. The clubhouse was full of them, full of sweetbutts or croweaters, girls who were wearing clothes that didn't leave much to the imagination. Bikers from other charters smoked and drank their way through several glasses of alcohol, laughing and joking amongst each other.
The bar was loud and music blared over speakers, filling every corner of it. Smoke tunneled through the air, cigarette smoke that Juice was very used to. He could see Chibs all up in a croweater's business, Tig getting blown by another one but he shook his head. "Nah. I'm cool. My Old Lady's coming tomorrow."
Jax blinked and then snorted. "The Old Lady that none of us have seen?"
"Juicey, you don't need to say that," Chibs yelled over, his Scottish accent loud and cheerful. "We all know you don't have a lass. Come get one of these!"
Both croweaters at Chibs' side giggled and smiled at him, seeing his kutte, the reaper on his back, and just seeing a Son.
"You guys go on," Juice called back, snorting at their looks of disbelief. "I'm good here with the prospect."
Half-Sack did a double take at him from behind the counter, like he hadn't expected to get noticed. "You are?"
Chibs shooed the croweaters away-the girls pouted dejectedly- and walked over to sit at the bar, eying him over. "You having problems?"
"No, man. I'm not having problems," Juice answered, feeling his cheeks heat up at the conclusion that Chibs had drawn. "I don't have problems getting girls. I have one."
"You always talk about her a lot but we don't see her," Chibs mentioned, lifting an eyebrow. "I'm beginning to suspect that you're lying about her. You in trouble or something?"
Juice frowned as his heart skipped a few beats, the corner of his mouth slowly tilting up into a grin. Yeah, his girl was trouble or something. "She lives in New York, Chibby."
"Ah, so, New York," Jax said as he walked, or swaggered over, through the crowd of bikers and women in various stages of drunk. The sound of motorcycle engines filtered in from outside and Juice grinned at the noise. "You sure she exists? She could be a guy for all we know."
"Nah. I've known her since we were 17," Juice retorted, shrugging. "She actually got me out of trouble back in New York."
Chibs and Jax both stared at him in disbelief. He could see a hint of pity in both of them that would irritate him if it weren't for the fact that his girl was coming tomorrow. She'd finished up a case just yesterday, calling him through their connected mirrors to say she'd be coming to Charming for a nice, long vacation.
Juice grinned at them. "You'll see. She wants to meet you guys."
Harrie stopped right at the outskirts of Charming, twitching a little bit, and sat back on her broomstick. Blue sky and warm air spread out around her for miles, not a cloud in sight. Hovering in the air, several feet high in the air, cloaked. From here she could see the whole of the city in front of her, could see the house that she had purchased when Juice had patched into the MC here. Her own magic and wards reached out to her in a welcoming embrace, warm and ticklish and making her giggle.
She stretched out with her senses, a broad smile on her face, as she flew past the welcoming sign that had become slightly familiar over the past few years. Welcome to Charming. Our name says it all! Population: 14,670.
Harrie snorted at the words and continued on, pausing at the town square to look down at the playground in the center of it. She could hear kids playing joyfully on the structure, smiling at the sight before moving on. She slowly flew over Charming, spotting the main street, with Lumpy's gym and the barber shop that she knew Chief Unser frequented.
She heard the garage before she saw it, hearing the roar of motorcycles and croaking grumbles of cars that needed work. Harrie circled into land a block away from Teller-Morrow garage, letting her feet touch cement before jumping off her broom and tucking it away in a pocket.
She hummed in thought as she walked towards the garage, her hands in the pockets of her shorts. Once she got to the chainlink fence of the compound, she paused and uncurled her shoulders, enjoying feeling the air on her bare shoulders. The light red tank top she was wearing was comfortable and breathable, enough for a relaxing vacation. Or at least she hoped to relax.
The moment that Jax saw the woman walk onto the compound, he smiled and whistled to his brothers.
Chibs, right across from him working on a car, looked up at his whistle, following his gaze to the woman in the red tank top and shorts. The girl was hot, that much he noticed, with her long black hair loose at her shoulders. Two braids framed her face, loosely done up, her green eyes bright and easy, warm. Her body was in shape, muscular, her shoulders broad like a runner's. The girl wore sandals on her feet, her feet bare, open to the sun and warm air.
The only thing that stood out, as she walked over to the garage bay doors, was the scar on her right shoulder. Jagged and faint, looked like it had been done by a knife and hadn't gotten care right away. There was another scar on her forehead but it was even more faint than the one on her shoulder and Chibs could even see a hint of a tat on her other shoulder, the tip of it peeking out from under the tank top.
"You lot open?"
Chibs cocked his head at the English accent and then grinned, standing up and tossing the rag in his hands over to the pile of dirty ones in the corner. Tig glanced over to them when he heard the woman talk, standing in the corner and talking with Lowell Jr. He smirked at Chibs and Chibs snorted, watching as Jax put down the wrench in his hands and walked over to greet her.
"Yeah, we sure are, babe," Jax remarked, cocky arrogance in his voice, the easy Teller charm coming out. "Can we help you?"
The woman tilted her head, her eyes flickering with amusement as she looked Jax over. She looked to be as old as Jax, maybe 28 or 29 years old, but she looked… her eyes glanced past Jax at Chibs and Tig. "I'm here to see a guy about a hot date."
"Yeah?" Jax asked, giving her a slow once over, leering at her easily, heatedly.
The woman nodded, still looking the garage over like she was looking for something or someone, her head cocking a little bit. A couple of strands of stray hair landed over the scar on her forehead, covering it up before she brushed them off. "I'm here on vacation. Hopefully a long vacation."
"I could show you around the town on my bike," Tig offered, as he walked over to join them. "Girl like you. You sure you're not here as a groupie?"
The woman snorted and then laughed. "Nah. I got plans and you're not my type."
"Am I your type?" Jax questioned, scrubbing a hand over his face and smirking at her. He stepped up to her and the edges of her eyes wrinkled in amusement, like she knew exactly what he was trying to do. "I tend to leave all the girls satisfied."
"You're hot and all that," the woman remarked, grinning at him, gesturing to Jax. "I'd totally climb you like a tree but… like I said… I got plans."
Jax blinked and took a step back, clearly taken aback by her rejection.
Chibs clapped him on the shoulder and lifted an eyebrow at the woman. "You're a long way from England."
"I am," the woman said, nodding in agreement. "England can go fuck itself. I came from New York."
Chibs frowned and tilted his head in confusion, some faint sense of recognition kicking in, and was about to ask something when the door to the clubhouse opened behind them. Juice stepped out, a tablet in his hands, his kutte on, and glanced up at them, only to stop halfway to the garage.
"Juice!"
The woman shuffled her weight between feet and then took off at a run, her ass on display for them. Juice startled and then smiled widely, his eyes lighting up at the woman's voice. He quickly walked over to the picnic table, set down his tablet, and opened his arms. They all blinked at the sight, watching as the woman who had turned them all down, launched herself into Juice's arms without a care in the world.
"Harrie!"
Juice laughed out loud and caught her, burrowing into her body just as much as she did with him.
"What." Jax just stood there, blinking in dismay.
They watched as the woman wrapped her arms around Juice, staying there for several minutes before pulling back just a little bit. Just enough for Juice to nudge her chin up and kiss her.
The wolf whistle drew Chibs' attention away from the couple to where Tig was leering.
"Who would have thought," Chibs said, shrugging as Juice and… Harrie… and. "Wait a fuckin' minute. Juicey, you caught that particular woman?"
Juice slowly pulled apart from the woman, blinking a little bit, his brown eyes a little dazed. Harrie fucking Potter turned around too, a pleased expression on her face, content and warm, her left arm wrapped around Juice's waist.
"What was that, Chibs?" Juice asked, his voice rough but his eyes were still lit up happily.
"How'd you meet her?" Chibs questioned, gesturing to Potter, wondering if Juice understood him.
"Chibs?" Jax looked between Chibs and Juice, his attention drawn from the woman.
Juice and Harrie exchanged glances before Harrie whispered something into his ear, taking her arm back from around Juice. She stepped forward, walking back over to lift an eyebrow. Juice followed, looking between her and Chibs, curiously.
"Her… as in you know the origin story of my scar?" Harrie questioned, something dangerous in her voice.
"Yeah, I do. You're here for a vacation?" Chibs said in disbelief. "What the fuck?"
"She's here for a vacation, Chibs," Juice butted in, swallowing and licking his lips. His eyes were a little wide. "This is alright, isn't it?"
"She's your Old Lady?" Jax asked, looking between the three of them, clearly having no idea as to the tension underlying the conversation.
"I am. Girlfriend. Juice, I might be moving here on a more permanent basis," Harrie added, her shoulders curled, her fingers twitching before relaxing.
"Oh? You got plans?" Juice questioned, his grin widening at the thought. No more long distance mirror calls. She'd be here every morning and night and…
"She said she did," Tig said, tilting his head and looking between the two of them, trying to make sense of the very hot woman and their newest patched member. "I don't get it."
Harrie snorted. "We were friends first and then you know… there was a little murder and mayhem in New York. Just a little bit." At this she held her fingers together, to emphasize how little and then continued. "He helped me find someone through that new fangled internet."
Juice laughed and leaned in to press a kiss to her cheek. "Babe, there was maybe more than a little."
Harrie shrugged, her eyes softening and her cheeks reddening a little at the kiss. "I'm not so good with the computer stuff, as in… I sometimes make things blow up. And then he stayed the night and… well… the rest is history. He's good in bed."
She said the last like it was a secret, turning to look at Juice with so much easy affection in her eyes. Juice caught her eyes, swallowing at his sudden dry mouth, heat flickering through his body as memories of skin against skin flushed through him. She winked at him and he grinned, matching her expression.
"I still don't get it," Tig muttered before walking away, back to the garage.
