CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND SEVEN
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A slice of sunlight across my face wakes me in the morning, the bright light far too much for my eyes at first open. Slamming my lids back down I crack my eyes slowly, taking note of where I am but the familiar forearm tattoo that's inches from my face answers the question.
Thinking about the events from the night before I remember going outside after 'rescuing' Jax from Ima, him holding me tight against his side, saying it was cold. Even though the majority of people walking around outside were in shorts and t-shirts, the women in bra's and skirts the size of postage stamps.
I remember sitting at one of the tables with Donna, Opie and Jax sharing a joint and talking shit about nothing important, the camping trip we had where Opie brought the food and all he packed were Dorito's and Moon Pies.
I remember Tig bringing out the tray of shot glasses and a bottle of whiskey and me deciding I'd had enough mind-altering substances, the vodka and weed in my system putting me right on the balance point where 'just enough' meets 'too much'.
I remember when Jax, Opie, Tig and Happy who had joined us, decided that one of the things I put it my house must be a games room, complete with pool table, provided that we made 'strip pool' a weekly event and the look Donna shot at me that told me I'd be on my own with that.
I remember being yanked off the bench and hugged tightly by Aunt Gemma before she was tugged in the direction of her car, Clay pulling her across the car park.
I remember Ima eventually being 'picked' by Chibs and vanishing through the door of the clubhouse, him whistling drunkenly.
And that's about where my memories stop. Running my hand over my side I can tell I'm in a t-shirt and the black lace underwear I put on yesterday and nothing else.
"Stop moving." Jax's voice sounds from buried in the pillow beside me, his arm moving and coming to rest across my waist. Moving my own arm down I lift his arm up and set it between us on the bed, the weight of his arm not helping the churning in my stomach.
"Sorry." I mutter, stilling my head but my eyes are still drifting around the room. I spot my skirt sitting in a pile on Jax's desk and my corset on the other side of the room, the laces from the back undone and being used to hang it over the doorknob. I can't see either of my shoes, but they'll be on the floor somewhere.
My eyes finally rest on the bottle beside the bed that I knew would be around, I seem to have a trained myself to never go to bed drunk without a big bottle of water somewhere nearby.
Snaking my arm out of the covers I pull the bottle over and take several deep swallows. The water isn't cold, but I don't want it to be, room temperature makes it much easier to drink. Jax's hand taps the bed beside me and I pass the bottle to him, resting the edge of it on his fingers so he knows it's there.
"It's open." I let him know before he moves the bottle.
There's a soft knock at the door and I struggle to get out of the bed while Jax tips the bottle to his mouth and swallows.
Cracking the door open I'm not surprised to see Donna and Opie standing there with bags and a tray of coffee in their hands, "We brought breakfast."
Opening the door wide enough for them to come through I close it again and climb back into the bed by Jax as Donna settles on the floor and Opie claims the chair. It had become a tradition for the four of us to have breakfast together after a party, then Tara arrived and it became me getting breakfast for Donna and Opie and leaving Jax and Tara to fend for themselves.
"So," I start, taking a huge bite of the roll stuffed with bacon, sausage and egg that's been handed to me, "what's on the plan for today?"
Jax has finally managed to untangle himself from the blankets and props his back against the headrest, accepting both the coffee cup and the wrapped roll with a smile.
"Well, if you feel up to it there was a skip delivered at our place this morning." Opie says.
I glance over at him and then at Donna. "Sure, we can start cleaning."
Donna grins at me, the bagel in her hand momentarily forgotten. "Apparently your house has given all the boys a love for destruction, Tig, Chibs and Hap are already ready to go."
I laugh, "Well, they should start the clearing while we go see Elliot."
"Oswald?" Donna asks, "Why?"
"To start the extension design. It needs to be done properly." I tell her.
"Hey!" Opie exclaims from the chair. "I can do it."
Donna laughs, "Well, yes you could. But wouldn't it be better to get someone else to pay for someone else to build it. We could go away for a weekend, just us. Leave the kids with Grandma."
Opie looks at his wife then at me briefly. "Sure, Oswald."
Jax and I both crack up laughing at how easily Donna changed Opie's mind.
"So, what are we adding? Another bedroom and bathroom?" I ask, wanting to double check my friends are really prepared for the havoc that a remodel will cause their lives.
"Not sure yet S, let's look at what it's gonna cost first?" Opie says, getting to his feet.
I nod, "Okay, well scram and I'll get up and D and I can go see Elliot." I flick the blankets off my legs.
Jax looks over at me as I collect my corset from the door handle and my skirt from the top of Jax's desk, my shoes neatly tucked under the seat. "How did my clothes end up so far apart?" I ask, sitting on the chair and running my fingers through my hair.
"Well, you threw your skirt at me then decided I wouldn't be able to undo the top and did it yourself." Jax chuckles as he throws the blankets off the bed and shrugs when they land in a pile on the floor.
He steps into the bathroom and pulls the door shut behind him, seconds later I hear the shower turn on, shaking my head I pick the sheet and bedspread up off the floor and make the bed neatly. I'm just leaning over and putting the second pillow in place when the door opens behind me.
Jax whistles and wiggles his eyebrows at me, "Nice view."
I straighten up and plant my foot back on the floor and collect my clothes again, sliding my skirt on under the light blue t-shirt it completely vanishes due to the length of the shirt. Sticking my feet into my boots I hop up and collect my corset from the bed again.
"We'll see you later at D's?" I ask my hand on the doorhandle.
He nods, "Yep, whenever you're done with Oswald."
I walk through the clubhouse, vaguely aware of the complete silence in the whole place, the answer comes to me as I walk through the door into the main room, Donna is standing by the bar glaring at 4 of the sweet butts as they clean the room.
Biting my tongue to keep the comparison between her and Gemma from escaping but can't help but smile widely at her as I notice that Ima's been given the awful task of empting all the ashtrays and cleaning them. 2 of the girls are collecting empty bottles and wiping tables down while the last one follows with a mop and bucket.
Donna smiles back and tells me to hurry up. As I cross the room I hear a sharp intake of air but don't give a second thought to it till I step past Donna and she starts giggling.
Looking over my shoulder at her I raise an eyebrow, "Wanna tell me what's up?"
She turns me so I'm facing the main room and points at the mirror behind the liquor bottles. "Have a look for yourself."
I peer over my shoulder at the mirror and see the reflection of the back of the t-shirt, stamped between my shoulder blades in huge letters is 'TELLER'.
Donna loops her arm through mine as I struggle to come up with a logical reason behind Jax shoving me in a shirt with his name on it. As I climb up into the driver's seat of my truck I spot Gemma crossing the lot in my rear view mirror.
As she reaches the driver's side of my car and I point a finger at her, "Not one word!"
She holds her hands up and tries to give me an innocent look, leaning past me she grins at Donna, "See you 2 tonight?"
Donna nods and buckles her seat belt as Gemma backs away from the car, "I need a shower and clean clothes first." I tell Donna as I turn towards Jax's house.