CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN

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I lose one of my support team as soon as we walk into the main room. Juice is sitting at one of the tables with a half-naked woman on each sides of him, the second Al's eyes fix on the threesome she makes a disapproving noise in the back of her throat and heads in that direction, ignoring the women she slides between Juice and the table he's sitting at, plants herself on his knee and gives him a deep kiss.

The two women look at each other, shake their heads and walk away from the table. Neither Al nor Juice notice, they're in their own bubble and it's not even 730 yet.

Donna drags me to the bar and before she can ask Miles has drinks in front of both of us. I make a silent promise to myself to alternate alcoholic with water tonight; my liver has been beaten up too much in the last few weeks.

I spot Jax and Opie out of the corner of my eye but ignore the urge to turn and smile, instead pointing my back at them. Donna looks at me and her eyes flick over my shoulder and then back to me in a motion so fast I almost miss it. "Well he's certainly noticed the shirt."

I look down and pick at the solid material that covers my front before looking back up at her.

"Don't think he'd have a problem with the front, the back perhaps." Donna says with a low chuckle.

I shrug, the movement causing the strips of chain that cross my back to move slightly. "Oh well."

Donna grins, "Only you would wear a shirt that has no back and say 'oh well' about it."

"It has a back." I reply, "It's just that the back is only 13 strips of chain and a band between my shoulders."

Donna takes a mouthful of her drink and shakes her head. "Okay, so technicalities. It's a shirt that very clearly shows you're not wearing anything under it, and shows your entire back."

"And keeps my entire front, and my arms, covered." I reply with a grin, the neckline at the front of my shirt is completely innocent, running right across the top of my collarbones at the base of my neck.

We finish our drinks while still discussing clothes and as we're talking I decide that maybe a day trip to LA might be too short. "Hey D, what do you think of doing an overnight in LA?"

Miles comes back over to us as she's thinking and I ask for a bottle of water as well as a vodka refill.

Sipping on the water that's placed in front of me Donna eventually nods slowly. "You have to pick up the overpriced booze on Tuesday right?" I nod, "So if we left here early Tuesday morning, like 8am, we could be in LA at 1pm. Collect the booze, shop till whenever, sleep there Tuesday night, get up Wednesday, shop more, on you of course, then leave LA at 3pm and still be back by 8pm."

I nod, "Sounds good to me. Now we just have to decide what we tell Gemma."

"Tell me what?" Gemma's voice startles me as she speaks from behind me.

"D and I were just planning a trip to LA for during the week. We weren't sure if you'd want to come or not. It's gonna be a night away." I tell her, swinging around on my barstool and thanking Gemma for placing herself in such a position that I can't see Jax.

"I'll have to see, Fresno is due down next week sometime and there's a toy run on Wednesday."

I sigh, "We have to be in LA on Tuesday, I brought something that I have to pick up."

Gemma shakes her head, "Well then baby, sorry I can't come."

I nod slowly and turn around again, thankful when I hear Gemma leave in search of whoever it was she was looking for. Lifting my eyes to Donna she grins, "You didn't want her to come?"

"I did, but I didn't. I love Aunt Gem, really I do. But sometimes she tries to push people into the moulds she thinks they should fit and I'm not sure if shopping for clothes with her in my pocket would be good or not." I say, finishing the water in a series of swallows and picking up my second vodka.

Al finally joins us shortly after and we fill her in on the planned trip to LA which she agrees to without a second of hesitation.

The three of us move to a corner table that was previously occupied by a group of the club women, but a fixed look from Donna has them scrambling to move as fast as their heels can carry them.

We toss around ideas of where to stay in LA, but I end up deferring to Al who spent several weeks there about a year before. I grin at her, "Just book the rooms and give them my credit card number. I'll deal with it when I get the bill."

She laughs, "Sure, so honeymoon suites all round?"

I shake my head, "Not for me. No way. I'm taking my truck. You can bring your boys on bikes if you like but someone has to be able to bring shopping back."

Donna laughs, "Boys on bikes. Should I tell Opie you called him that?"

I shake my head enthusiastically, "Nope. Definitely not!"

By the time we've finished talking about the trip to LA its pitch black outside. The fires have been lit in the barrels and the clothing level seems to have gotten less, something I would have thought impossible. It's incredibly warm inside the clubrooms so I've used a hair tie I borrowed of Cherry to pull all my hair up on top of my head into a massive messy bun.

Juice walks up to us as we're aimlessly chatting about piercings and tattoos and rests his hand on the back of Al's neck. "Come outside?"

She nods, "Just let me get a new drink first."

Juice takes her glass and goes to the bar; he's back in 3 minutes with a fresh glass which he hands to her. Al smiles, thanks him and gets to her feet, following the mohawked biker out the door

Donna smiles softly, "She's good for him."

"And he's good for her. I don't think I've seen her this relaxed in a very long time." I say, finishing my third vodka and fourth glass of water before I get to my feet.

It's only maybe 15 steps from where we were sitting to the bar but for some reason one of the particularly stupid, or drunk, hangers on decides that I want to sit on his knee.

I'm pulled down onto the lap of a fat, hairy, smelly man who needs to brush his teeth so badly that they're attempting to floss with his own beard. Cringing as far away from him as I can I inhale, "Let me go."

"Oh baby, I just want some company. You've been over there flashing your legs to me; I wanna see what's between them." He breathes heavily as he starts to run his hand up my leg.

"Let go of me." I repeat, watching as Donna hurries to Happy leaning against the pool table.

"I'll let go of ya when I'm done." He slurs pressing his hand between my tightly clenched knees.

"Let go of me. I'm not going to ask again." I say, catching sight of Happy moving towards me.

"Not done yet." The drunken buffoon replies, still trying to wiggle his hand between my knees.

"Yes you are." Happy growls inches away from the previously oblivious man.

Hairy's head shoots up and his hand relaxes when his eyes pass the kutte. When they reach the furious face of one of the clubs enforcers he practically shoves me off his lap. "She sat down all flirty. She wanted it." He stutters out.

Happy holds a hand out to me and helps me to my feet, "Go outside with Donna. Just gotta take out the trash then I'll come check on ya."

"K, can I get a drink refill first?" I ask, stepping round the rigidly stiff Son and waiting for him to nod.

Bypassing the line at the bar I slip behind it and pour another vodka, refill my water glass and head outside as fast as my stiletto Mary Jane's will carry me.

Donna is just outside the door seated at one of the tables with Opie and Jax. Sighing I head in that direction, sitting on the edge of the table I watch the doors intently, ignoring everything that's being said behind me.