CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND FIVE
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I pick at the chicken and bread roll that Donna's managed to hide for me the glad wrapped bundle was tucked at the back of the fridge between a milk bottle that looks like it now contains yoghurt and a truly unidentifiable piece of fruit.
"You know it's hard on Jax seeing you so grown up now. He missed it when you became an adult S." Donna says quietly while I'm eating.
"Pfft. He only missed me becoming an adult because he was so far up Tara's ass he was seeing out her eyes." I snort.
Donna giggles at me, "Well, yes that is true, he's certainly noticed now. In fact, he's still noticing."
I raise a quizzical eyebrow at her and she tilts her head in the direction of the main room of the clubhouse, glancing through the open door I can see Opie leaning over the pool table lining up to take a shot, and over him I can see Jax staring straight at me.
His head turns to the side like his names been called and a second later a beer bottle appears in his hand and Ima sidles up beside him, resting her hand on his forearm he brushes her off and sends her off to do something with a wave of his hand.
I finish the roll in my hand and just as I'm setting my plate down and brushing the crumbs off me Miles appears in the doorway with two glasses which he hands to Donna and me.
Turning to Donna, "Where are the kids?"
"With Neeta at Gem's." Donna says, taking a sip and nodding her head in thanks at Miles.
I grin at her, "You really do have it good now don't you D?"
She giggles, "Yep I do. I get to be an at home mom during the week and during the weekend my extended family takes my kids so I can spend time with my husband."
"And work on the next kid." I say heading out the door towards the pool table.
Hearing her splutter behind me makes me laugh. As I reach the edge of the table Opie looks up and the questioning gaze makes me laugh a bit more.
"Just trying to convince your wife that all the training you do for number 3 you should be more than ready to perform and that it might be time to step up to the starting block."
Opie almost chokes on thin air but manages not to while Jax and Chibs who are both on the other side of the table start laughing at him.
He shakes his head at me again but doesn't say a word otherwise and when Donna eventually makes it over to us she has forgone the mixed drinks that Miles had supplied and brought over two shot glasses and a half empty bottle of ice cold vodka.
Pouring the clear liquid into the glasses she grins evilly and I know I'm in trouble. Sitting down opposite her she pushes a glass towards me. "We're going to make their next pool game interesting."
I swallow a big mouthful of the still full glass Miles had handed me and wait for her to continue. We'd done a few drinking games when we were teenagers based on others actions, but it was normally stupid things like a shot for every red car that went past the lot, 2 for someone else if you could guess the make before you saw it.
"Okay? How?" I say, setting my glass on the table.
"Opie's my bartender for all purposes, Jax is yours. When they rack a new game they're going to toss a coin and whoever wins the toss and gets to break the other drinker has to have a shot. If any balls sink from the break the drinker has to have a shot, unless it's one of each then we both drink. Every time the right type of ball is sunk by the person then the other person's drinker has to have a shot."
I nod; most of it seems okay so far. I know the guys are pretty evenly matched. "What about if Jax sinks one of Opie's balls?" I giggle at the end of the sentence, the combination of words just so unusual in the testosterone dripping clubroom.
"If Jax sinks one of Opie's then you have 2 shots. If Opie sinks one of Jax's then I have 2 shots."
"White ball?" I shoot back, watching out the corner of my eye as the guys wrap up their current game while listening to the debate going on between me and the short brunette who has a death wish for her liver.
"2 shots for the sinkers drinker." Donna snaps back.
"Eight?"
"2 for looser."
Thinking about it quickly I could potentially get away with very few drinks if Jax manages to win the coin toss and wins the game with no errors.
"Okay." I drink the rest of the glass of mixed vodka and set the glass in the middle of the table.
The current game at the table ends with Opie sinking the black and pocketing the 2 $50 notes that were sitting on the side of the table.
They quickly rack up the balls again, neither of them paying any attention to the disgruntled pair that walks back outside, the intention for them to have the next game had been clear, but they can't argue with a Son or risk being thrown out permanently.
When the triangle is tucked back on its hook at the end of the table Chibs digs a coin from his pocket and passes it to Tig who's appeared, apparently the wager on this game has already made it outside and the patched members are drifting inside.
I lean over to Donna, "Least it's not strip pool again."
Tig whistles and I swear softly, obviously my whisper hadn't been as quiet as I intended. He pulls a chair over and swings it around, straddling it and leaning on the table. "Do tell."
I shake my head, "Sorry, can't. My sobriety is resting on those two over there, 2 long hard bits of wood and a whole lotta balls."
Tig laughs and orders Miles to bring him a beer while Jax and Opie quietly chalk their cues.
Tig flicks the coin into the air and of all the irony it falls straight into my shot glass, sloshing some of the liquid over the side. He reaches over and sticks his finger into the glass and fishes the coin out, sliding it up the side so we can see he's not turning it over.
Miles hurries to the bar and returns with a clean shot glass for me which is quickly refilled by Donna and Tig slaps the coin on the table and orders Opie to call.
"Tails."
Tig lifts his hand into the air so we can all see the coin sitting face down.
"Fuck." I swear softly and knock back the first shot. My glass is refilled almost as soon as it hits the table.
Opie leans over the table and breaks the rack of balls with a hard swipe and I hear more than see the sound of at least 2 balls going down.
"Please say that was one of each?" I mutter quietly, leaning onto Tigs shoulder.
"Wish I could. Drink up." Tig replies, sounding far too cheerful.
I knock back the shot that's pushed into my hand and watch the glass refilled and swallow it as well. My shot glass is filled for a third time and I look up at the table and do a quick count of the balls. Obviously Opie sunk 2 of the solid balls, there's 5 of them left, 7 with the stripe and the black and white balls still sitting on the table.
Opie rounds the table and in quick succession sinks another 2 balls, each successful shot causing me to drain my glass and Tig to refill it again while Donna sits smugly with her first shot still in her hand.
Opie lines up for his next shot and the rebound he was aiming for goes horribly wrong with him sinking both the white ball and one of Jax's ones that was hovering just on the edge of a pocket.
"Hah!" I exclaim, "That's 4 shots for you!" I grin and wiggle in a seated version of a happy dance while Donna quickly throws back her 4 shots, managing to not grimace till the third one.
Jax pushes off the wall and steps over to me, crouching down beside the table and resting his hand on the top of my boot, his fingers brushing my calf causing a violent shiver run down my spine which makes Donna, Opie, Chibs and Tig all laugh at the immediate reaction.
"How even do you want this game darlin'?" Jax asks, looking into my eyes.
It takes a second for the vodka cloud settling over my brain to lift so I can answer. "We're pretty even at the moment, but Ope's got more balls," I intentionally pause for a second while the gathered crowd inhales at my remark "on the table." I finish, resting my hand on Jax's arm. "Let's keep it even?"
Jax nods and turns back to the table, sinking 4 balls in rapid succession before he stops to rechalk his cue. Donna glares at me as she swallows her 7th shot in a row and stops for a second before the 8th to have a drink from one of the glasses of water that one of the sweet butts was ordered to collect as Jax kept sinking shots.
Jax leans over for his next shot and the second he hits the cue ball he swears softly and looks over at me. "Sorry."
The white ball rolls across the table, hits one of his balls in the wrong direction and sinks nothing.
Donna sighs with relief as Opie steps over to the table and in 3 quick shots sinks his remaining balls, but the last one the white ball goes in as well, the force he'd used just a little too much for it to stop before the pocket.
I take the 3 shots while Donna has 2 which puts us almost even Donna having had 10 shots and me having had 9 in the time since the game started.
Jax smirks at Opie as he sets up the cue ball again and quickly sinks his remaining 2 balls then the black.
Donna groans as she realises she now has to have another 4 shots. "Oh, it seemed such a good idea when I thought Opie would win." She exclaims, the third of the four in her hand. Lifting the glass from her finger tips I knock it back and her final shot.
She smiles, "How many shots did we just drink?"
I giggle, "Umm, you had 12 and I had 11."
Tig pours the last of the bottle into the shot glasses and leans his elbows on the table. "So, strip pool?"