Juice wakes up to someone pounding on his door. Picking his pants up off the floor, he hops around, getting one leg in and then the other, pulling up his pants just as he's reaching to open the door. Standing on the other side is Stevie. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Juice blinks a few times. Grumbling a good morning or whatever it is, he holds the door open, inviting Stevie in.

¡°Um...what's up? Why are you here?"

Stevie laughs and plops down on the bed.

¡°Well, I wondered if you somehow figured out how to skip town while the rest of us were sleeping."

Laughing, Juice walks over to his saddle bags and pulls out a clean shirt.

¡°How would I do that? My bike's locked in your uncle's compound. You think I'm going to just barge in through the gates?"

Stevie laughs again.

¡°You don't really think they are that bad, do you? I mean ya, Uncle Tig's a bit quirky and the others well they...ya know, let's just talk about this some other time. You wanna put some shoes on and go get your bike?"

Juice does as she asks and puts on his boots.

¡°All ready. You not working today?"

Stevie shakes her head no as she walks out the door.

¡°I only usually work days. The only reason I was here last night was to fill in for someone. Glad I was or I wouldn't have met you JC."

He locks his door behind him and climbs into her car.

¡°You can call me Juice, you know. Everyone else does."

She shakes her head no.

¡°I like JC. I'm not like everyone else."

And with that she puts the car in drive and once again squeals out of the parking lot. What's with this chick's driving anyway? Wonder how many tires she goes through in a year! Pulling into Teller Morrow, Juice notices a few of the SAMCRO guys standing around their bikes. Stevie parks and walks over to them with him following behind her. He hates using a girl as a shield but still finds these guys pretty intimidating. She greets her uncle Tig with a hug. He looks over her shoulder and spots Juice and growls. He literally growled! Stevie pulls away from the hug, laughing.

¡°Uncle Tig, be nice! I was just giving JC here a ride back to pick up his bike."

Tig looks over at Juice, still giving him a menacing look.

¡°And how, Stevie, did you get with Juice to give him a ride back here?"

She laughs again and punches him on the shoulder.

¡°Uncle Tig, you crack me up!"

With that she turns to leave and Juice heads for his bike. He almost gets to make his getaway when someone whistles. He turns around and it's Clay.

¡°Hey Juice, come here for a second."

Oh great, what now? Juice walks over to Clay and he motions for him to follow him into the office where he ran his background check and tells him to have a seat on one of the couches against the wall. Juice takes a seat and Clay leans up against the desk with his arms crossed.

¡°You know your way around electronics and computers but do you know your way around an engine?"

Juice nods.

¡°Back in Queens, I worked in a bike shop fixing Harley's. That's how I got mine. Guy couldn't pay his bill when I was done fixing it so I bought it off him."

Clay takes a puff on his cigar as if thinking and then says to him.

¡°How'd you like a job? Had one of my mechanics quit yesterday and finding someone to replace him was going to prove difficult until you showed up in town."

Juice motions to his pack of cigarettes and asks if it's ok to light one up. Clay shrugs his shoulders and says why not. So he takes the time while he's digging one out of the pack and lighting it to think about Clay's offer. Well, why not? Even if he doesn't plan on staying, earning a few dollars doesn't seem like a bad idea. Juice takes a pull off his smoke and looks at Clay

¡°Sure, why not. Seems like we all have one thing in common. Motorcycles."

Clay smiles, blowing out a big cloud of smoke.

¡°We're all just motorcycle enthusiasts here, son."

With that he stands up straight, no longer leaning on the desk and heads for the door. Looking back over his shoulder he says,

¡°Be here at 8 am tomorrow morning. Find Chibs, he'll be showing you the ropes."

Juice doesn't know why but he's got this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. The one he usually gets when he's made a deal with the devil. He walks out into the fading light of the day and his stomach growls. It's time to go grab some food and then what? It's not like he's going to sleep again all night before work in the morning but what is there to do in a town where he doesn't know anyone, well besides Stevie and a few of the guys. He's not even sure he knows where anything else is to eat besides the diner he's eaten at the last two meals. Juice crushes the cigarette butt underneath his boot to put it out before walking to his bike. A couple of the guys are still hanging around the bikes.

¡°Aye boyo ye must be Juice?" one of the guys says.

Juice turns to look at the scots man with the long hair and scars on his face.

¡°I am."

He walks over and holds out his hand.

¡°I'm Chibs, Lad. Ye'll be workin' under me at the shop."

Juice shakes his hand and tells him he looks forward to it. After that, he tells the guys he'll see them in the morning and takes off on his bike. Where he's headed he has no clue, he just knows he's got no where to be until 8 am the next morning!