A/N This chapter is Elle's first SAMCRO party and her introduction to the life of a Croweater. I hope y'all like it! Again, much thanks to AFspouse for helping me work through all the ideas bouncing in my head!
"I'm so excited you can finally come!" Bex exclaimed later that night as she and Elle were getting ready for Elle's first SAMCRO party together. As soon as Tig had left the shop that afternoon, Elle had immediately woken up a hungover Bex with a phone call letting her know she was finally in.
"I know me too," Elle agreed as they worked on their finishing touches. Bex was once again wearing an outfit showing a lot of skin and leaving little to the imagination. Wanting to fit in, Elle had followed suit, wearing a blue mini dress and heels.
"Do you know Tig calls you Perky?" Elle asked, and Bex laughed.
"I'm not surprised," she said, shaking her head, "I'm sure the only reason he has any name for me at all is because he's always coming in to the shop. Pretty sure he's called me a different name every time I've fucked him, now that I think about it." Elle gave her a sharp look.
"You've fucked that guy?" she asked. Bex grinned.
"Sure," she said, "Like I told you, I take care of them, they take care of me. Tig's one of my favorites, actually. He's a pretty freaky guy." Elle laughed, finishing up her makeup.
Bex and Elle arrived at the Teller-Morrow lot a few hours later, parking on the street. Walking in, they saw the party was already in full swing. The lot was full of people spilling out from inside, drinking, laughing, and cheering on a friendly boxing match going on in a ring off to the side of the lot.
"See the two guys in the ring?" Bex asked, pointing them out, "The one with his shirt off is Happy and the other one is Kip. Most people call him half-sack. They're both patched members."
"Half-sack?" Elle asked. Bex shook her head.
"You don't even wanna know," she said, shaking her head.
"They attached?" Elle asked, eyeing the half naked Happy.
"Half-sack's got an old lady, Cherry. She'll be around here somewhere. I'll introduce you. She started off as a sweet-butt at another MC in Nevada that eventually patched over, gives some of the Croweaters around here hope they'll become an old lady one of these days," Bex explained, "Happy's not, though. He's a little crazy, though, so be careful around him." Elle laughed and nodded as they continued on in, Bex pointing out different members in cuts and explaining who they were, as well as some of the Croweaters wandering around.
They stepped inside the clubhouse to see the party raging on. Elle looked around and watched as a woman with high-lighted brown wavy hair took a look at them from her seat at the bar and slid off it, heading in their direction, followed by a couple other scantily clad girls.
"Oh god, watch out," Bex mumbled under her breath, "Junkie whore is heading our way."
"Who is she?" Elle asked.
"Her name's Wendy. Thinks she's Queen B of the Croweaters just because she's been eating crow longer than most of us. She can be a real bitch," Bex said, plastering a smile on her face as Wendy stopped in front of us.
"Wendy! Hi!" Bex said, giving the girl a hug and looking behind her at the others, "Hey Leslie, Amy, Rhonda."
"Hi, Bex!" Leslie, a sweet looking blond girl said in a sing-song voice as she waved her hand, "Hi, new girl!"
"Hey Bex, who's your friend?" Wendy asked snidely, eyeing Elle up and down.
"This is Elle. Elle, Wendy," Bex said, introducing them.
"Bex, you know these parties are invite only," Wendy said, practically ignoring Elle after giving her a once-over.
"I was invited," Elle said. Wendy finally turned her attention to her.
"By who?" she asked, crossing her arms. As if in answer to her question, Tig walked up just then, clearly drunk and having the time of his life. He threw his arm around Elle's shoulder.
"Snow White, you made it!" he said, slapping a kiss on her cheek, "Wendy, go get the new girl a drink." Wendy stared at Tig for a second, looking shocked. She recovered quickly and plastered on a sweet smile.
"Oh no, it's okay, I'll get my own drink," Elle said quickly, not wanting to get on Queen B's bad side on the first night. She knew how things worked. She'd practically run her high school, and knew that an early bad impression on the Queen got you an automatic expulsion from the group.
"You want anything, Tig?" Bex practically purred. He nodded.
"Yeah, pull me a beer, will ya, doll?" he asked, giving her ass a squeeze as they walked towards the bar. A cute, tiny red head was sitting at the bar, chatting with the most intimidating older woman Elle had ever seen. Bex led Elle behind the bar and the girl looked up as the woman walked off after giving Elle a strong once-over.
"Oh, hey Bex!" she said, smiling.
"Hey, Cherry – I want you to meet my friend, Elle," Bex said. Elle reached her hand over the bar to shake Cherry's.
"Hey," she said.
"You're half-sack's old lady, right?" Elle asked. Cherry nodded.
"Yup, going on four years," she said happily, "You new around here? I don't think I've seen you around before."
"Yeah, I just moved to Charming about a month ago. This is my first SAMCRO party," Elle responded as she started to pour her beer. Cherry nodded and Elle joined her on her side of the bar while Bex ran to bring Tig his beer.
"So did Bex give you the rundown of the way things work around here?" Cherry asked her. Elle shrugged.
"Not really," she said.
"Well then, let me give you some advice. Follow it, and you'll do real good around here," Cherry said. Elle nodded, her full attention on Cherry.
"First don't ever question anything a patch asks you to do," she said, taking a sip of her beer, "I mean one of those guys asks you to jump, you don't even ask how high. You just jump as high as you fucking can, got it?" Elle nodded.
"My second piece of advice," Cherry continued, "Is don't let those girls run you over. The second they realize they can, you'll be finished around here. Wendy might be a bitch, but she's been around a long time and the guy's like her – know she'll show em a good time, if you know what I mean." I nodded as Bex came up to us.
"Fight's almost over, Cherry. Kip's asking for you," she said. Cherry nodded and slipped off her stool at the bar.
"It was nice to meet you, Elle," she said before turning to walk out the door. Elle spun around on the stool facing the room and Bex sat down next to her. Elle took a second to scan the room, her eyes landing on a few members sitting in a corner, girls hanging all over them. They all looked to be about early 30's, one with brown hair and a beard, another with a Mohawk running down the middle of his head, tattoos on either side, and the other with long blond hair. The blond was laughing at something the brunette on his lap had said, while the bearded one took a sip of his drink and the Mohawk guy, laughing, reached out and pulled one of the nearby girls onto his lap.
"Who are they?" she asked, recognizing the blond as one she'd seen riding his bike through Lodi a couple of times when she was in high school. At the time, she'd thought he was one of the cutest guys she'd ever seen and had been wild with jealousy of the brunette girl wrapped around him on the back of his bike. But now, seeing him up close, she realized he was downright sexy. And apparently still with the same lucky girl, if Elle's memory served.
"Oh the one on the right is Opie Winston. He's the new VP. God I've been trying to get with him since I started hanging around here, but it's been damn near impossible, especially since he got the position," Bex said wistfully, "The one with the Mohawk is Juice. He's actually a pretty sweet guy for being a tough biker dude. The blond one is Jax Teller, the Prince of Charming. He's the new president. Used to be his step-dad, Clay, but he had to step down cuz of the arthritis in his hands. He can't really ride anymore, and if you can't ride, you can't lead."
"The girl on his lap his old lady?" Elle asked, eyeing the brunette as she wrapped her arms around the Prince of Charming, pulling him in for a kiss.
"Oh, yeah. That's Tara Knowles. She's a doctor over at St. Thomas. Every croweater in this place is just waiting for Tara to step out of the picture so they can swoop in. They're like fucking vultures, man. Word's been getting around that Tara and Jax have been having some issues, and they're all just chomping at the bit, hoping to get a piece of the new prez," Bex explained. Elle nodded as she continued watching them. Opie turned his head, catching Elle staring at him and she looked away quickly, turning back to Bex.
"Let's get some shots," Bex said, swinging her legs over the bar and hopping down on the other side.
After taking a couple shots, Elle looked around the room again to watch a couple guys playing pool at the table in the corner of the room. She rolled her eyes as one of them missed an easy ball, knowing she could beat him with her eyes closed.
"Do you think they'd let me play?" she asked Bex. Bex turned her head to watch the guys playing and shrugged.
"They're just hang-arounds," she said, "They'll probably let you play just to watch you bend over the table in that dress." Elle grinned and Bex followed her over to the table.
"Hey guys," Elle said, watching one of them sink the 8 ball. He glanced up when it was over and grinned.
"Hey, baby," he said, sauntering over to her.
"I was wondering if I could try a round next game?" Elle said, grinning flirtatiously at him. He raised his eyebrows, glancing over at his friend, who shrugged.
"Sure thing," he said, grinning at her, his eyes darkening as he looked her up and down, "You sure you know how to handle a stick this big?" Elle laughed at the bad joke.
"Oh I've been known to find my way around them," she said, taking the offered cue stick from him as he turned to re-rack the balls.
"Hey, who's the girl at the pool table?" Opie asked, "She's kicking that guy's ass. You guys seen her around before?" Juice and Jax turned their heads to see a small girl with short black hair and a pale complexion bend over the table lining up her next shot. Her dress rose and they all tilted their heads, watching. Jax shook his head.
"Nah, man. I don't think she's a croweater," he commented. Opie pursed his lips.
"Not yet," he said as the annoying girl on his lap tried to get his attention.
"I think she's Bex's friend," Juice said.
"Who?" Opie asked.
"Bex, the croweater standing next to her. She's been trying to get her friend an invite for a while now, that must be her," Juice said.
"How the hell do you know all that?" Jax asked. Juice shrugged.
"I have this weird rule where I try to listen to what girls are saying before I fuck them," he said. Jax shook his head.
"Poor guy," he said.
"I don't have that rule," Opie said, his eyes still on the girl.
"Looks like she's the shiny new toy," Tara commented as they watched Kozik walk up to her at the pool table. She rested her cue stick on the ground, holding it with both hands, while Kozik tried to chat her up. Her opponent was lining up his next shot, and Opie watched as she walked around the table towards the ball he was trying to hit. She casually bent over the pool table, her boobs practically spilling out of her dress and causing him to miss the shot. She smiled as she walked around the table to take her turn. Opie chuckled at her obvious manipulation as Tig walked over, collapsing into the seat next to him.
"I see you've noticed the new girl," he said, "I invited her. God I can't wait to fuck that young, tight, pussy," he said wistfully, "I'm thinkin I could probably talk her friend into joining us, a twofer kinda deal."
"Yeah, well perks of the position is I get first dibs," Opie said.
"Fuckin abusing your power already," Tig said, turning to look at Jax, "You gonna let that happen?" Jax shrugged.
"You know how it works, man. There's plenty other pussy in here for you," he said as Opie stood up, causing the girl on his lap to topple over onto the ground, swearing at him. He stepped over her and walked over to the pool table.
Wendy watched Opie walk over to where Elle was playing pool, her eyes narrowed. In a huff, she stormed off to the bathroom, Leslie, Amy, and Rhonda following behind her. She dug her makeup out of her bag and walked up to the mirror.
She studied her face in the mirror. She was definitely starting to show her 31 years, and she knew her drug habit wasn't helping. Her skin had started to yellow and her teeth weren't as white as they used to be.
"Am I pretty?" she asked the girls standing around her.
"Oh yeah, Wendy, you're gorgeous, don't even worry," Amy said encouragingly.
"Am I prettier than her?" Wendy asked.
"Than who?" Rhonda asked.
"The new girl," Wendy said, still staring at her face in the mirror.
"Oh no, she looks like a princess!" Leslie said in her usual sing song voice. Amy slapped her upside the head as Wendy frowned.
"Shut up," Amy hissed. Wendy turned around to look at the girls.
"That bitch is going down," Wendy said.
"Why's she a bitch? Cuz she's prettier than you?" Leslie asked. This would have gotten anybody else a slap in the face, but Wendy had long suspected that Leslie was a little touched in the head, so she let it slide with an angry look as they stalked out of the bathroom.
"Holy shit, don't look now but Opie's coming over here," Elle whispered to Bex, whose eyes widened as she turned to see the hulking form of Opie swagger towards them. He jerked his head at Kozik who glared at him, swore, and walked off to find another girl to keep him company for the evening.
"Bex, right?" he said, and Bex nodded slowly, "Who's your friend?"
"Oh, this is Elle," she said. Opie grinned at Elle, extending his hand which she took.
"Opie," he said. She smiled up at him, subconsciously licking her lips, her eyes lingering on the V. President patch on his cut that immediately sent heat rushing through her body before her eyes made it up to his face. She'd never known a piece of clothing could turn her on that much.
"Nice to meet you," she said. He glanced down at the table where 6 balls remained, the 8 ball and 5 solids.
"You stripes?" he asked and Elle laughed, nodding. Opie looked over at the hang-around, clutching his cue stick and looking mutinous over losing to a girl on front of the club. Elle stepped up to the table and Opie watched her figure out how to sink the 8 ball. It was going to be a tricky shot – she'd have to bank the cue ball off the edge to cause the 8 ball to bank in the direction of the corner pocket. She walked over to check the angle, bending down to look at the balls on the table. Opie stared at her ass, urging her dress to ride up a little higher and feeling his jeans tighten as his dick hardened. Elle finally stepped up and took her shot, expertly sinking the ball. She pumped her fist in the air, grinning victoriously as the hang around swore and dropped his cue stick on the table, turning around and sulking off.
Opie was impressed, a feeling no croweater had ever inspired in him before. He slung his arm around her shoulder, whispering in her ear as he jerked his head for Bex to get lost. She grinned at Elle, wriggling her eyebrows suggestively, before walking off to find Tig. Before Bex could look behind her, Opie had taken Elle's hand and was leading her to the dorm rooms in back. Bex noticed Gemma Teller-Morrow, Jax's mother and surrogate mother to most of the members of SAMCRO, watching them go, an appraising look upon her face.
A/N what do y'all think so far? Like it? Love it? hate it? (I hope not!) Please review! I could probably post the next chapter tomorrow if I get enough reviews and know y'all want to read more! There will be a couple "adult situations" in chapter 3