After grabbing the burger and some fries, he walked out to find not only Bobby and Tig, but two others, by the names of Jax and Opie. Not sure what proper etiquette was, he sat down on his bike devouring his food, waiting for someone to say something to him. The one named Jax walked over first. With a nod, Jax asked him what was going on and to that, Juice replied he wasn't really sure but to ask Tig and Bobby. Jax started laughing. Juice didn't know what to think, so he kept eating and didn't say anything. The bearded one, named Opie, then walked over, snatched a fry out of Juice's container and looked him over before telling Juice he'd better be able to hold his alcohol. Juice, still not really knowing what to say, nodded, finishing off what was left of his fries. When he was done, the four Sons climbed on their bikes.
¡°You ready to get wasted, stranger?" asked Tig.
¡°Hell fucking yeah." replied Juice and pulled out after them onto the road. It wasn't long before they pulled into the lot at Teller-Morrow. The place had livened up a lot since he drove by earlier. The building that was under lock and key was now seemingly open to the public, as the parking lot was crowded and people spilled from the building. Parking his bike next to the others, he pulled his helmet off, looking around in wonder.
What the fuck is this place? It sure as hell doesn't look like a normal garage! He climbed off his bike and looked around. Tig motioned Juice to follow him so that's what he does, walking with him through the crowd, past what looks like a boxing ring and into a building with Sons of Anarchy on the front. The inside isn't any less crowded than the outside. There are guys with patches all over and women all over the guys with patches. He thinks this is a whole lot different than the Steady-Redline MC out of Queens as Tig hands him a beer.
¡°What ya thinking, Kid? Ever seen anything like this before?"
Juice shakes his head no and tells him he likes what he sees.
¡°This is awesome, man. In Queens, we've got MCs but nothin' like this."
Tig once again motions for Juice to follow him. He takes him over to a group of Sons standing off to the side. Introducing him around, all the guys nod and say hello, until they come to one, a gray haired older guy. Without smiling, this guy looks at Tig and asks who the fuck he is and what he's doing there.
¡°New guy, liked his bike. He's from Queens. I figure he must know how to party if he rides a Harley. Invited him in."
The guy looks him over and nods.
¡°I'm Clay. This is my club. You cause any problems or aren't who you say you are, ya might find yourself dead."
Juice stands there for a minute with his mouth open, beer raised midway to his mouth before his senses come back to him and he manages to tell him his name.
¡°I'm Juan Carlos but people call me Juice. I'm from Queens. New here. Thanks for your hospitality."
Clay takes a puff from his cigar before motioning Juice to follow him over to a table. They barely take a seat before the questions start.
¡°Why are you in Charming, Juice?"
¡°I got sick of Queens. Liked my friends good enough but fuck that place. No opportunity there. No future."
Clay nods as if he's accepting that answer.
¡°Why do they call you, Juice?"
He smiled at that question, had to figure it was coming at some point.
¡°I'm really good with computers. I can find anything and I can find my way around anything electronic. One day I got juiced so my friends started calling me Juice and it stuck."
Clay's eyebrow shoots up.
¡°A techno junkie. Don't have one of those."
Juice isn't quite sure what he means by that but doesn't think he should ask either.
¡°Do me a favor, Juice. Run a background check on yourself ya?"
Ok now he's confused. Why would the head of an MC want him to run a background check on himself. Whatever, he doesn't have anything to hide but he doesn't get it. Shrugging, Juice tells him to lead the way to a computer. He takes him back out the doors Tig and he came in and across the parking lot to the Teller-Morrow offices. The door is open and he sees a women standing by the desk with blonde and brown streaked hair.
¡°Hey baby, I need you to let Juice here use your computer."
That doesn't make the lady too happy. She looks me up and down with a look of disdain before moving.
¡°Who the fuck is this?" The lady asks Clay.
Clay tells Juice to do what he needs to do and motions for the lady to step outside with him. Juice's starting to get uneasy. What's with all this? He didn't push his way in here trying to hang out. It's like they are suspicious of him, but why? Nothing illegal about being a motorcycle club. Now he's wondering what they've got to hide. After a minute or two, he's got all his info up on the computer screen. Nothing surprising there either. Clay and the woman walk back in. Clay gestures to the woman introducing her as Gemma. Juice nods and tells her hello.
¡° I don't know what you're all about Juice but my husband here seems to think you're ok. Don't fuck with my family and you and I are good."
With that, she grabs up her purse and walks out. Clay turns to me with a grin.
¡°She's something, ain't she?"
Not sure what to say Juice tells him ya, she's a firecracker that's for sure. Finishing up the background check on himself he turns the screen so it's facing Clay.
¡°Juan Carlos Ortiz, Puerto Rican descent. Last known address Queens, NY."
As Clay reads his details, he notices a pretty little blonde walking on the edge of the crowd.
¡°Stevie."
Clay pauses what he's reading and looks up.
¡°You know Stevie? Where'd you meet her?"
Juice tells Clay she was working at the hotel when he checked in.
¡°She's a hot piece of ass that one, watch out she's a man eater."
With that, he goes back to reading. When he's finished, he stands up with a smile on his face.
¡°So kid, you planning on staying in Charming?"
Juice answers him truthfully and tells him he's not sure what his plan is, that he really doesn't have one. He accepts that and they walk back toward the party. Once they're back in the clubhouse, he excuses himself and walks over to where some of the other Sons are standing. Juice doesn't really know what to do. Since his beer's empty, he heads over to the bar and a guy wearing a prospect vest slides one down to him. Juice turns around when he feels a tap on his shoulder.
¡°Well Juan Carlos, we meet again."
He smiles and tells her hello.
¡°You want to get out of here, smoke a cigarette outside?"
He tells her, sure and follows her out to a picnic table, set right outside the door. She pulls a cigarette out of her pack and he leans over lighting it for her. Pulling a cigarette out of his pack, Juice lights his own, inhaling that first nicotine hit.
¡°So Juan Carlos, how'd you end up hanging with the Sons your first night in town?"
He tells her the long and the short of it, from making the mistake of following SAMCRO into Charming and then running into Tig and Bobby at the diner.
¡°Well aren't you just the lucky one? Normally they'd have kicked your ass for riding with them. Uncle Tig usually doesn't like people who try to force their way in."
Wait a minute.
¡°Uncle Tig? The scary goatee guy is your Uncle?"
She laughs.
¡°Scary goatee guy? He's my real uncle by marriage. My aunt used to be married to him. My cousins Dawn and Fawn are his daughters. Uncle Tig's not bad once you get to know him. One tip though, don't ever bring anything resembling a doll around him."
Juice laughs, scary goatee guy is scared of dolls. That's a trip.
¡°How'd you end up here then? Your parents live in Charming?"
She shakes her head no but doesn't say anything. She slides off the table, crushing her cigarette butt underneath her Chuck Taylors.
¡°That's not a discussion for tonight JC. Come on now, let's go get our dance on. You do dance, don't ya?"
And by get our dance on, she meant get our dance on. The beer went down fast and the joints got passed around like they were legal. Before Juice knew it, the sun was coming up and the clubhouse was mostly empty of people, leaving only Sons and their women for the night, the prospects and Stevie and Juice. He stumbled his way back out to the picnic table, needing some fresh air if he was going to ride back to his room at the hotel. Stevie walked out behind him, keys in hand.
¡°Want a ride JC? Your bike will be safe here. Shit, after a night like last night, the club won't be up and around until tonight. Just grab your key out. Trust me no one will mess with it. Bikes are respected around here. No one touches another man's bike."
On the way back to the hotel, they passed the diner. Breakfast sounded wonderful so Stevie pulled the GTO into the parking lot. They ate breakfast pretty quick, the high from the night coming down and both of them were crashing hard core. They pulled into the lot and he thanked Stevie for the ride home. She shot him a smile.
¡° I hope you don't decide to skip town while I'm sleeping JC."
With that, she puts the car in drive and leaves him standing there, with a stupid grin on his face.
A/N Chapter 2 rewrite after it's been Beta'd! Thanks Anne! Your the best! Also..thanks everyone for your reviews! I'm trying to get to the writing of Chapter 3 but we had some flooding here a little over a week ago and we are still dealing with all the work of that aftermath.
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