CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND SIX

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During our explanation of the game of strip pool Donna and I had created when we were 16 Opie and Jax both come over and pull up chairs, their laughter at the 'rules' we had created stops abruptly when I remind them both that they modified our rules and added time constraints in as well.

We end up spending the rest of the night reminiscing about our teenage years and more of the dumb shit that we did back then. The vodka that I've drunk slowly creeps through my brain and by the end of the night I've given up sitting on my own seat and I'm curled in Jax's lap, my head leaning against his shoulder while he keeps trying to tug my skirt down to cover my legs.

Donna and Opie are sitting across from us shaking their heads and laughing at Jax's behaviour and their laughing doesn't stop when I turn to Jax, "Stop it. My skirt isn't going to get any longer cause you will it to."

Jax smirks at me and leans down, nipping my shoulder, "I'm really using it as an excuse to touch your legs."

I raise an eyebrow at him and relax again, "Well, then by all means."

Jax grins and goes back to running his hand down my skirt and over my leg, now that I'm paying attention I notice he does spend more time with his hand on my thigh then on the skirt.

Jax suddenly starts chuckling and I lean my head back further to look at him, "What?"

"Do you remember the first day you showed up here?" He asks, Opie starts laughing as well and Donna raises an eyebrow, obviously we'd never shared this story before.

"Clay and Gemma had gone into town to get supplies for Gemma's birthday, when they came back it was with this little growth on the back of Clay's bike." Opie tells his wife, laughing.

The combined laughter from both Opie and Jax has drawn Juice and Kip over, most of the rest of the club having been around back then.

I shake my head, "You've still got it so wrong you know?"

Donna looks over at me and waves a hand, waiting for me to continue.

"Uncle Clay and Aunt Gemma were shopping for her birthday, that's true. But they weren't in town, they were in Stockton. I was there with Uncle Jacob, he'd apparently decided that I didn't dress to 'his standard' and I needed to forgo the jeans and shorts for dresses and ankle length skirts." I roll my eyes and everyone seated at the table laughs.

"So we were in some department store that JJ and David both shop at when I heard a bike go past, now I wasn't stupid I knew the likelihood of it being Clay was slim to none but I pretty much ran outside, leaving my dear Uncle holding a pile of pink clothes that I was never going to wear anyway. I saw the bike pulling into a space down the street and the Sons of Anarchy on leather before I noticed Gemma getting out of her car."

Pausing for a second I take a couple of mouthfuls of the glass of water I've got sitting beside my vodka. "You all should know too that I'd never seen the patch before then. I'd only ever seen Clay as Uncle Clay, not Clay, the Son. Anyway, he turned around and before he knew what the fuck was happening I'd run down the street and thrown myself into his arms screaming about pink, dresses and Satan in satin. It took him a good couple of seconds to realise who it was that had come to him for rescue."

Kip is just about in tears from laughing so hard and Juice looks like he's having a hard time keeping a straight face.

"By the time Jacob came out of the store, all the purchases forgotten, thank god, Clay had managed to get me to stop babbling and explain what the actual problem was. Of course, Gemma thought it was a great joke. She managed to talk Jacob out of forcing me into dresses, frills, pleats, ruffles and lace and they came to a sort of compromise."

Jax chuckles a little more, "Some compromise."

"Pftt." I blow a raspberry at him and turn back to Donna, "The compromise they came to, that my chair apparently doesn't like, was that Gemma would take me shopping whenever she, Jacob or I decided it was needed. But they also managed to agree that I would be free to come and go from Jacob's house as long as he knew where I was, who I was with and what time I would be back. With that agreement came the promise that I wouldn't run away like I threatened."

Jax digs his fingers into my side and rests his chin on my shoulder I only I can hear him, "I didn't like the compromise then, I'd be quite happy for you to be sleeping at my house every night now. Hmm, oh wait. You are."

Donna nods, "So that's why he never worried when we stayed at my house?"

"Yup." I say, nodding. "I always told him that I was going to be there, and besides, he loves your folks."

"Yeah, the upstanding citizens they are." Opie mutters, picking up one of the beers Miles has just between of him and Jax.

Opie has never made a secret of his dislike of Donna's parents, but they never made a secret of their dislike of him, Jax, me, Gemma, the Club, and anything that wasn't connected to their bridge playing country club member friends.

Donna just shrugs at my raised eyebrow, "I haven't spoken to my parents since I married Ope."

I finish my vodka and move to stand up, but when my feet hit the floor Jax tightens his hold on me, "Where ya goin' darlin'?"

"Bathroom." I mutter, pulling out of his grip and waiting for Donna who has a hand out for me to help her to her feet.

She manages to get her footing and stumbles into me which makes us both laugh before we sway down the hall, Opie's room key in her hand so we don't have to use the public access bathroom which by this stage of the night will be revolting.

Neither of us take long in the bathroom, but when I come out I see Donna rummaging through one of the draws beside the bed.

"Ah ha!" She finally exclaims and stands up suddenly, a neatly rolled joint in her hand.

I sit on the edge of the bed for a minute, "Not sure I need anything else D."

Donna looks over at me and laughs, "We'll take it outside, fresh air and all that."

I laugh, "Sure, fresh air, mixed with pot." I plonk my feet back on the floor and stand up again, Donna drags me back out to the main room where she suddenly stiffens.

"Like fuck that's going to happen." She snarls and storms towards Opie and Jax who are still sitting at the same table, but Ima and Emily have joined the pair. Emily is sitting awkwardly in the chair Donna left, obviously trying not to bring attention to herself, but the looks she's shooting Opie aren't missed by his eagle eyed wife.

I'm right behind Donna as she stops by the table; the glare I shoot Ima is lost with her moving what was my original chair closer and closer to where Jax is sitting.

Donna taps Emily's shoulder, and from where I'm sitting I can see it's not a light tap, Emily's whole arm twitches with the strength behind it and the second she turns and spots Donna she's up and across the room without a word being spoken.

She holds the joint out towards her husband, "Outside?"

He nods and climbs to his feet, looking towards Jax and Ima, who has finally got the chair where she wanted it, so that not even a strand of hair would fit between it and Jax's, who is comically trying to lean as far away from her as possible.

Meeting his eyes with mine I raise an eyebrow and he mouths "Help."

I grin at him and step around the table so I'm on his other side; he immediately relaxes into my side and wraps an arm round my waist.

"Thanks for keeping him company, but I'll have him back now." I tug on Jax's hair lightly, "You coming outside with me?"

He nods and jumps to his feet, his arm moving from my hip to my shoulder and pulling me in tight to his side.

Ima glares at me as she's suddenly left sitting at a table with four chairs and only her. Reaching past Jax I pick up his lighter from the table. "Better not forget that."

Turning back to Jax I can see that Ima's watching every movement I make so I grin at Jax and tuck his lighter back into his kutte pocket, smoothing my hands over the leather on the front before grabbing his hand and pulling him behind Donna whose shoulders are shaking with laughter.