Walk Away from the Son
Parker Sister Saga continues - Season 2 of SoA
Chapter 15-Southern Comfort

By BG and Reaper

This chapter is pure fun and fluff. We thought we all deserved a little fun before the down hill serious slide of Season 2 starts. Enjoy and let's us know what you think!

X You're on my Heart... Just Like a Tattoo... I'll Always Have You X

Big Daddy's the neon sign proclaimed as it pulsated and vibrated, blinking out a subliminal lure to the thirsty masses. Below the neon beacon, a long row of Harleys dominated one side of the parking lot. The bikes were serving as both a magnet to the curious and the rebellious and a warning sign to the cautious and the reluctant. The bikes were flanked by two large pick up trucks. One, a red Dodge Ram Supercharge, baring Cali plates and a large magnetic sign on the door advertising the honky tonk under some painted scripted lettering saying "Big Daddy".The other, a black Ford F150 with personalized Alabama tags. The rest of the parking lot was moderately full for a Saturday night.

Juice backed his bike into a spot saved for him in the line. "We are so late." Vix laughed as she climbed off the back of his bike. "We woulda been on time if you hadn't been so adamant about me gettin' mine. I was fine with just seein' you get yours."

She kissed his cheek "Where's the fun in that?"

As the door to the bar opened, the sound of voices and the unmistakable twang of country music spilled out into the night. Inside, the heavy thump of the jukebox and the smell of tobacco and hops filled the air. From off to their left a loud southern voice hollered, "Well lookey what the cat decided to drag in... FINALLY/"

Vix rolled her eyes. "Shut up, Hogan! You can't rush perfection."

Bobby up nodded. "Alright, let's see it."

Grinning, Vix shrugged off her thick, fleece-lined hoodie and laid it across the back of a chair near the group of SONS and began unbuttoning her thin flannel shirt revealing the tank top beneath.

"My god, she's in the place for a whole of two minutes and she's strippin'. I love California.. I swear they spike the tap water 'round here." Nolan snorted before planting a kiss on Vix's cheek and givin' a bro-hug to Juice.

"No one drinks tap water 'round here so that blows your theory to hell, Dumbass." Opie mumbled.

Slipping off her flannel, Vix turned...taking up a majority of her left shoulder blade was an inked pair of Juice-inspired BOLTS formed into the shape of a heart. Inside the heart was a CROW in flight.

Everyone was commenting and admiring, along with nods of approval. Chibs had roared, practically incomprehensibly. Vix glanced at Juice who shrugged, "I'm pretty sure he said it's about time... but don't hold me to that."

Happy walked over and let out that little two-beat laugh that always sent a chill down Vix's spine. He looked at the tat and nodded, "Good detail... shading...real sharp." Then he grinned what Vix affectionately refers to as his 'scary grin'. "Unlike... him." He shoved Juice and laughed, then hugged him and patted him on the back. "You got a good woman, Bro." He glanced at Vix, "If he don't keep you happy, come see me...I'll kick his ass."

Vix pouts dramatically. "Is that all?" then she flashed a huge grin. She saw TNT beckon from his seat and grabbed Juice, tugging him along with her to see The Old Man. Upon closer inspection, Travis nodded his approval of the new addition. She glanced over at Trace, seated next to him. The Bama VP nodded as well and then added "Do NOT think that I am passin' knowledge of this along to BB. I'm pretty sure, with regard to every damn detail of this trip, I want to join in on that Power of Amnesia thing that you two got goin' on."

"Ya know that comes with a certain responsibility." Clay said as he walked back to the table with a beer in his hand.

"People always think that being responsible is hard to bear. It's not, having no responsibility is much tougher- makes you feel unimportant." Vix retorted before taking a serious look at the SAMCRO President. "I'll take real good care of my man, Clay... I promise."

Clay nodded and in a shocking move, hugged and then kissed her on the top of her head in a very doting daddy like way. "I know you will." He then looked over at Juice and patted him on the back. Leaning down, he said quietly "Don't lose her this time."

"You got it." Juice said seriously.

Jax swaggered over to the crowd. "Hey, Hey Little Sister... don't you do what your big sister done."

Vix raised an eye brow."Jackson Teller, don't tell me White Lightening's hit the family tree already."

"Nah!" Jax replied and took a closer look at the Crow tattoo. "But you know that ain't the lick and stick kind, right?" He grinned and hugged her.

Opie eyed the work, "You go to that guy I told ya about?" Vix nodded. Op frowned. "Nice work but how the fuck did that take you five hours?"

"Juicey got one too."

Tig let out a loud laugh, "Please tell me Retard got a crow. I will laugh my ass off every time he takes it UP the ass at the club house."

Vix rolled her eyes. "Shut up, Tigger. He didn't get a crow. I branded him as MINE, well I wanted to actually GET branded but Juicey's too chickenshit."

"Well excuse me if having my flesh burnt off doesn't sound like THE most fun thing to do on a Saturday night." Juice tried to defend his reluctance.

"I know, baby... maybe some random Wednesday." Vix laughed and kissed his cheek. "Come on, show 'em."

Juice shrugged out of his cut and handed it to Vix and then peeled off his layered t-shirt and thermal. Standing shirtless in the middle of the bar, he raised his left arm and showed off his newest ink acquisition, VIXSIN tattooed in script lettering on the inside of his bicep. Hanging off the outside of the V was a halo and at the other end a devil's tail snaked off the outside of the N.

From behind them they hear, Big Daddy holler playfully, "Hey Ortiz... read the sign! NO SHIRT... NO SHOES.. NO SERVICE! Put your clothes back on, son."

Vix laughed and spotted her sister who was standing at the back of the crowd, next to Tara. She knew the look etched on Jaci's face, it was her patented 'what the hell were you thinking' face. Vix was VERY familiar with it. She moved through the crowd to her older sister "Why do I feel like I'm gonna get a lecture and not a congratulations?"

"Vix, tattoos are FOREVER and less than a month ago you and Juice couldn't stand each other. But now you're suddenly 100% SOLID enough to ink your names and undying allegiance to each other? Excuse me if I'm a little shocked." Inwardly, Jaci sighed. She had learned the hard way about tats. Even when you had YEARS with someone, the bottom could still fall out. She knew the crow tattoos where a right of passage for SAMCRO women but she just wished that Vix had given the inevitable some more time. "I guess I echo Happy, they're really good quality... I just hope you don't regret them later."

"Two words for ya, J...buzz kill."

"I think that's actually ONE word."

Vix had a Fuck You! on the tip of her tongue but stopped herself and stared at her sister. "Ya know, I'm gonna lean hard on the grace of Southern Charm here. We both know I've got a mouth like a sailor and yours is more like a hallmark card so let's not go there."

"Are you gonna pick a fight?" Jaci asked and held up her hands. "Cause if that's the case, I'm gonna call it a night right now. I'm not starting shit with YOU... HERE.. over THAT."

"BLESS YOUR HEART!" Vix seethed.

Jaci sighed, "Look, you've got your opinion just like I've got mine. This night is supposed to be fun and relaxing. The 'Bama boys are gonna be rollin' out in a couple of days, the salon is practically ready for reopening as soon as it passes the code inspection, again!"

"So what...you wanna just agree to just disagree on the matter of the tats?"

"Yes... them and a lot of things." Jaci conceded. "We're night and day on some things... but we've got a lot more in common then we care to admit."

Vix smiled. "So what you're sayin' is...in some ways.. .I'm just like you... only prettier?"

"Brat!" Jaci laughed as she recognized the song lyrics Vix had been speaking in. She reached and grabbed Vix in a hug and said into her baby sister's ear. "I hope with all my heart that Juice is worthy of you wearin' his crow...NOT the other way around."

"I can agree with that logic." Vix replied as she hugged her sister back. Then grinned devilishly. "But I AM prettier that you."

X Give A Toast to the SONS ... Get Thrown in the Mix & Tossed Outta Bars X

After the excitement surrounding the tattoos had died down, Vix made sure everyone had a drink in their hand. "Alright you guys, raise your glasses. A toast to our 'Bama boys for trekking across the country to lend a hand and save the day. We know it was hard putting up with Hogan for that long in a confined space and we're sorry! But we thank you from the bottom of our hearts. The salon is beautiful and now I can get back to making some money!"

"Amen." Jaci mumbled and took a sip of the beer in her hand while smiling at her sister, everyone laughed. The cold brew tasted wonder. After she had begged for ONE night of fun, arguing that ONE night wouldn't kill her, Tara had given her professional clearance...but only for the ONE night. Vix pointed at her sister, signaling her to say a little something as well. Jaci looked at the small crowd of people gathered around and bit her lip, searching for the right words. She was a bit more serious with her toast. "They say when the shit hits the fan you find out who your friends are...who loves you, who has your back. Everyone standing here has bent over backwards for us...some more than a few times and we'll never forget that. So thank you." A round of cheers was sounded and everyone clicked glasses and bottles.

Vix looked around, "Anyone else got anything to say?" She glanced at TNT. "Travis? You're always good for a toast..."

The older man shrugged and held up his bottle. "I guess...here's a favorite of mine. I ain't lived forever but I've lived enough, I've learned to be gentle andI've learned to be tough.I found only two things that last til the is your heroes,the other's your friends."

"Here, here!" Chibs agreed. "My turn!"

"No limericks, Teleford!" Clay warned playfully. Chibs rattled off an Irish pub favorite and the toast finally ended.

Bobby held up his finger, "And let's try to keep everyone outta jail...unlike LAST time we were all at a bar together."

"Oh there ya go, Elvis ... suckin' the fun outta everything." Nolan teased.

Bobby ignored him and pointed in the direction of Vix's older sister. "I'm looking at you, J."

Trace frowned at Jaci, "When'd you ever get arrested?"

She smiled as she walked off, "St Patricks Day." Tig just grinned and followed her.

X It's Left & Right, c'mon you fuckin' dummy get your right step right X

For the last two songs, Vix had been trying her damnedest to teach the Prospect to two step. So far, all she had gained from the experience was sore feet. "Damnit, Sack! Stay off my boots!" She snapped while laughing. "My feet can't take this shit."

"Sorry." Half Sack apologized for the millionth time in three minutes. He just was NOT catching on.

Bodie laughed his ass off while watching the kid struggle and Vix trying to anticipate his wrong moves and get out of the way. Finally the Bama Son couldn't resist any longer. He strolled to the dance floor and tapped Vix on the shoulder. "May I cut in, ma'am?" Vix frowned but stepped aside, leaving Half Sack and Bodie face to face on the dance floor.

"Look here, I'm secure in my manhood enough that I can teach ya to dance, a'ight?" Bodie reached out and pulled the Prospect into a secure dance hold, chests a few inches apart, hands entwined. "BUT...if you get lost in the moment and my good looks and grab my ass, I'm gonna knock the shit outta ya."

"Oh man, come on." Half Sack groaned and tried to pull away. He was humiliated enough, the last thing he needed were more gay jokes from the guys.

"No, you come on. This here's important shit." Bodie explained as he tightened his grip on the Prospect. "A man's gotta know how to dance. You know how much ass you can snag from the dance floor?" He grinned, "Trust me...it's a fuckin' lot!"

And with that, the men started their loop around the dance floor. By the end of the song, Bodie had given up, deeming his student un-teachable. As they walked back to the table, he shook his head. "Sweet lordie, Prospect... are you the worst dancer in the world or what?"

Fueled by too much alcohol and frustration, Half Sack replied, "Fuck you, man."

Bodie feigned being upset. "Oh come on. I didn't mean it so much as an insult, more like an observation."

Half Sack let out an exaggerated laugh. "Oh well... in that case... fuck you!"

"Just ignore him Kippy, you did fine." Vix announced from the sidelines. "Not like anyone was watching."

That statement drew laughs from the group of Sons. Chibs raised his bottle of beer and grinned. "Oh we ALL were watching. You wanna know what you looked like?"

"Like this!" Nolan yelled and sat his fresh mug of beer on the nearby table and launched into a crazed, yet very accurate mimic of Half-Sack's dancing style. He grabbed Vix's hand and spun her around and proceeded to fake stomp on her feet in an exaggerated manner.

Jaci noted the mortified look on Kipp's face, the kid was miserable and embarrassed as everyone laughed at him. She slid out of her chair next to Tig and went to put a stop to the mocking. She pulled him off to the side, AWAY from the group. "Here...have a seat and chill out." She sat him down in a chair that sidelined the dance floor, their backs to their rowdy group. "You really wanna learn to dance, I can teach you. I've got more patience than those two."

"Screw that, I'm done." Kipp announced with a shake of his head.

She ignored his negative answer. "Granted, I can't teach ya like I learned. Daddy used to let me stand on his feet, we'd dance around the living room." She paused and hung onto the memory for a moment. "Damn, I was only like five back then...back when things were still good in our little family."

Kipp kept his arms crossed over his chest but looked over at his friend. He did WANT to learn to dance, just thought maybe he should have done it in private, yeah a few thousand private lessons and he might have gotten the hang of it. But if he trusted any one to teach him, it'd be Jaci. "So...what would you do different...with me?"

Jaci pointed to their feet. "You gotta crawl before you can walk right? I want you to listen to the song, you move on the beat. LISTEN and then watch my feet." While still sitting down, she showed him the proper foot movements...left-right-left-left-right, left-right-right-left. "You have to LISTEN and FEEL when to move. Don't think about it, just DO it." She then nodded to a few couples twirling around the dance floor and pointed some stuff out to Kipp, who nodded along, finally understanding what the hell he was supposed to have been doing.

The current song came to an end and she looked at him, smiling slightly. "Wanna try again?"

He shook his head furiously, "Hell no! I'm already the laughing stock of the whole damn bar, J."

She stood up and took his hand as the next song started, As they stepped on the dance floor and the crew started whooping and hollering and taunting. Jaci pointed a finger at them, "SHUT IT!"

Mock scared replies were shouted, peanuts were thrown but eventually everyone shut up and watched the show. It was a shaky start but then Kipp actually started to get the hang of it and by the end of the song, he was grinning like a fool.

X Pour Me, Pour Me, Pour Me, Pour Me. Another shot of... X

A small crew had assembled outside in the alley that ran behind the bar. They were having a blast inside but did have a few extracurricular activities of the illegal variety to partake in and they didn't want to run the risk of getting Big Daddy's liquor license pulled. Motor pulled out a joint and fired it up, taking the first pull. He passed it to his left where it was then passed around the small circle with everyone taking a hit except for Jaci.

Trace unscrewed the lid off the large Mason jar that held the moonshine they had brought up from Bama. He took a small drink and passed the jar to his right. He smiled and kicked at Jaci's foot with his boot. "Never will forget the first time we got Jaci drinking this stuff. So damn full of questions...what's it made of, why do you put it in jars, am I going to go blind?" He asked in a mocking voice. "And then my absolute favorite...how do I drink it?"

The group all laughed at J's overly cautious nature but she defended herself as she took a sip from the jar. "Hey! That's a valid question. Some things you sip, others you slug...I didn't want to do it wrong and end up in a coma or something." More laughs come from the crew and she handed the jar to Tig, who took a sniff of the contents before drinking. She smiled and shook her head as she watched him drink, knowing he'd never had shine before. "I can't believe I'm popping YOUR cherry on something."

"Enjoy it...it won't happened very often." Tig smirked. "That's about the ONLY thing you have on me." He handed the jar to Vix who took her quick sip and handed it to Juice.

Juice stared with a frown at the jar. "I can't believe I'm about to drink something that was probably made in a ditch on the side of the road using some old junk iron bathtub."

"Don't be insultin', Son." Trace snorted. "TNT brewed this batch up on his mountain...got some very high class stills. He ain't using car radiators or nothin'. This ain't rotgut...this here's the good shit." He pulled his lighter out of his pocket. "See, look here...blue flame you're drinkin' primo hooch, yellow flame is the methanol shit and will kill ya." He poured a bit of the liquid in the jar lid and lit it, a blue flame ignited. "See? Primo...down the hatch, boy."

Juice shrugged and took a huge gulp. All the experienced shine drinkers freaked out and started laughing, telling him nonono! He was supposed to SIP IT. Juice just gave an embarrassed smile, "Sorry." He blew out a small breath. "Damn that shit burns." He could feel the liquor burning a trial of fire down inside his chest and into the pit of his stomach...it was a very good burn.

Vix snagged the jar and took another sip. The crew started making cracks about who was supposed to designated driver...it seemed they had forgotten to do that and now everyone was well on their way to getting shit faced. Vix huffed. "I'm not taking a cab home, I hate cabs." She shook her head. "Nope, I say we all nab rooms at The Sandman across the street. Big Daddy's lady friend owns it, she'll hook me up."

"You're 26, Vix...not 5...it'll be ok." Jaci retorted with an eye roll.

Juice frowned. "Why? What happened when she was five?"

"Wendy sold me to a cab driver." Vix fumed.

Jax snorted a laugh while trying to take a hit from the joint in his hand. "Excuse me?"

Jaci explained. "Wendy was tryin' to get down to this outdoor concert, Bama Jam, but she didn't have money for the cab. Sooo she sold Vix into child slave labor to the cabbie in exchange for the ride for her and her friends."

Bobby shook his head. "That's fucked up."

"Nooo, what's is fucked up is that NO ONE realized I was missing for about 2 days." Vix pointed out.

"In my defense, I was with Aunt Jules in Atlanta." Jaci retorted. "I was the first one to ask where you were when I got back. Daddy and the Boys were on a run and Mama was on a bender."

Juice looked mortified, "What happened to you for those two days?"

Vix rolled her eyes. "Rode around in that cab with this satanic lookin' cabbie. Stared at his collection of skulls and gargoyles he had velcro'd to the dashboard. He fed me stale pistachios and Jolt cola and those tiny powdered donuts. The whole time I kept thinking I was gonna get my picture on a milk carton cause I couldn't remember my phone number."

"She's dyslexic" Jaci added as a side note for the people that didn't already know it.

Chibs snorted. "Ok, now I need to know... how did the little lost sheep find her way home?"

"Roxy and my Mama..." Motor began.

"Aunt Jules." Jaci clarify.

"Yep." Motor nodded. "They dragged the truth outta Wendy."

"Then JJ, BB, TNT and me went and paid the cab company a visit." Trace continued. "We tracked down the rogue cabbie and took back what was ours."

Tig laughed. "That story is too fucked up NOT to be true."

"Oh it's completely true." Vix exclaimed. "Daddy threatened to tattoo a 'If Found Please Return To' label on my ass. Jaci reasoned with him though...we moved around a lot, our address was constantly changin'. I deserve MAD PROPS for just surviving my childhood... Christ!"

The crew finished off the joint and screwed the lid back on the shine, setting it on a crate for later use. Everyone headed back inside, but Tig tugged on Jaci's hand and motioned for her to lag behind. He waited till the last person had disappeared back inside the bar and then quickly pushed Jaci against the building and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear as he kissed her neck. "What's this?"

"Just stealing a minute." He muttered.

She smiled as his hands roamed and his lips found hers again. After a moment, he stared at her and rested his hands on her hips. The music from inside the bar was pounding and a muffled version of it could be heard in the alley. She gave him a lustful look and started swaying on her feet slightly. "You know...if the theory is right and being good on dancefloor translates to being good in bed, you should be a VERY good dancer. Why don't you take a spin out there with me once?"

Tiglet her sway him back and forth. He shuffled his feet and they moved in the SLGHTEST bit of a slow motion circle. Their eyes were locked on each other intensely and he had to admit that having his body pressed up against hers was more than nice. They made another circle and he smirked, stopping abruptly. "I'd rather chew my arm off." He pulled away from her but kept hold of her hand and started for the back door of the bar. "Come on back inside. The fresh air's making you crazy."

X Raise Up Your Hands, If Y'all Wanna Hang... With Me & My Gang X

The large Reaper Crew had garnered a lot of attention in the hour and a half they had been in the bar. There were a few college girls there and once they saw the influx of hot bad boys, their phones were on fire with texting and calling their friends. Big Daddy's was suddenly becoming THE place to be. Soon a large crowd of college kids and twenty somethings were streaming into the bar. Jaci and Vix were at the bar waiting on Rachel to get them another round of drinks. One of the college girls tapped Jaci on the shoulder. "Hey...you two are with those bikers, right?" Jaci nodded.

"Any of them single?" The girl's friend asked.

Vix and Jaci smiled at each other. They had noticed the guys getting a lot of looks from the various girls in the bar. Now it was time to let these little party girls have a walk on the wild side. Vix plastered a big grin on her face. "Sure! Here, we'll point em out to ya." Her and her sister put their backs to the bar and turned to face the room. "The blonde is taken, that's his girlfriend sitting next to him, but the three guys at the table with him aren't. That's Opie, Chibs and Half Sack...don't ask bout nicknames. The table next to 'em is full of single guys too...that's Bobby, Trace and Travis."

Jaci pointed to the dance floor. "Those two idiots tearing up the dance floor are Nolan and Bodie... VERY single."

"The Mohawk cutey sitting there is off limits...don't make me enforce that." Vix said with a smile. The two inquiring girls nodded their heads in understanding.

Jaci jerked a thumb to another table. "Last table...the bald headed one is free as is the guy with the long hair and beard sitting next to him. That's our cousin, Motor...very sweet guy." The college girls nodded but didn't seem to believe in Motor's sweetness. They found him to be more than a little scary looking.

"What about the other one?" One girl asked. "He's sorta hot."

Jaci saw that she was pointing to Tig and smirked. "He's mine."

"Oh." The blonde college girl said with just the slightest twinge of disappointment.

The Parkers finally got their drinks and wished the girls a fun night. As they headed back to the crew tables, Vix grinned and announced, "We've successfully pimped out the crew! You boys should be getting laid tonight, thanks to us so for the rest of the night...drinks are on ya'll!"

Tig watched as Jaci walked to their table. She was feeling good, all the dancing and drinking had her completely relaxed. And apparently she was hot because the plaid cowboy style shirt she had been wearing was gone, now she was only clad in a black tank top. He had no complaints, her boobs looked good in it. He was leaned back in his chair as she walked in front of him. "Pimped us out huh, which one am I getting?"

Jaci frowned and slugged him in the chest playfully. She then surprised the hell out of his by straddling his lap. She whispered in his ear, "You've got ME...don't need anybody else." She leaned in and laid a very aggressive kiss on him. Normally he was against PDA but found the moment to be extremely hot. Someone lets out a wolf whistle while Trace and TNT just glanced at each other and shook their heads.

Later Vix brought over two very hot twenty-somethings that wanted to meet TNT. He grinned up at Vix from his seat, "You tryin' to kill me off, darlin'?" Vix smiled and headed back to Juice's side. TNT took a look at the girls and shook his head. "Girls, I ain't as good as I once was. I got a few years on me now. But there was a time, back in my prime when I could really lay it down."

Jaci rolled her eyes as she watched the goings on at the next table. "He totally just ripped off that Toby Keith song and they didn't even notice."

"Don't think country music ever graces their radio dial, J." Motor pointed out.

As the night continued, Motor and Tig sat glued to a table, talking to the other SAMCRO guys. Jaci hopped from table to table, to the bar, to the dance floor. Motor watched his cousin and laughed, "J's a busy bee. I do believe you've been abandoned."

Tig shrugged and smiled slightly. "I don't give a shit." He finished the rest of that sentence in his head, as long as she's happy. He knew Jaci had been stressed to the hilt for a long time, a night like this one was exactly what she needed. He took a pull from his beer and continued his chat with Motor, the current topic was a bike that Motor was thinking about buying and fixing up.

X The Company I'm Keeping.. Well, It May Be Bad X

The night was quickly becoming the best night of business for Big Daddy's bar in a LONG time. The Parkers and their crew would have been a welcomed sight by themselves but then when the college crowd showed up along with some other, the place turned chaotic. The dance floor was packed and so was nearly every table in the bar. Rachel and Big Daddy were getting overwhelmed behind the bar so Vix volunteered to help. She had just finished topping off Last Call's Gin and Tonic, when a girl approached her.

"Hi."

"Hey yourself." Vix replied with a smile. "What can I get for ya?"

"You're friends with all of them." She motioned towards where the Sons were sitting.

"I know 'em, why?" Vix studied the girl; cute, brunette, five-foot nothin', tiny little thing... bit of a Southern draw that was on its way to fading. It made Vix wonder where the girl was originally from, definitely not Alabama... to any non-Southerner the accents sounded all the same but that was complete bullshit. If Vix had to guess, she'd say Georgia, maybe Mississippi.

"Um, I've noticed the um, one in the white t-shirt, staring at me very intently for quite a while and..."

"Oh, Happy!" Vix nodded, noticing the Son's gaze had followed the girl even as she stood talking to her. "Is it freaking you out? He sometimes has that effect on people."

"No I'm fine... um, wait.. did you call him Happy?" The girl gave an amused smile, pretty smile. "That's funny... I don't think the guy has even smiled once the whole night."

"Exactly, so now you see what passed for humor with these guys. So how can I help ya with Happy? Want me to tell him to knock off the staring?"

"No... I was wondering how I could get his attention?"

Vix wanted to tell the girl to just go up and talk to him and with any other SON she probably would have but this was Hap they were talkin' about. "Wait here." She instructed and then walked over to where Hap was sitting. She returned a few minutes later. "He'd love to meet you."

"Seriously? Just like that? Holy shit!"

"Well, no.. not just like that. He said and I quote 'I've been staring at her ass for the last two hours, I might as well know her name.'"

"It's Lauren."

"What is?"

"My name, it's Lauren."

Vix nodded "Nice to meet you Lauren... go on now, Happy's waiting.."

X Put On Your Shit-Kickers and Kick Some Shit! X

A loud bell clanged and everyone's attention focused on the bar. Rachel cupped her hands around her mouth and hollered, "The Witching Hour is upon us and for all the newbies in the house tonight that means for the next 60-minutes, plus or minus, we'll serve up a $2 Drink of the Night. My girl Vix, in honor of her entourage, has declared tonight's specialty..." Rach glanced over at her partner in crime, once again helping behind the bar. Vix cupped her mouth in similar fashion and they both hollered: "THE BITCH ON WHEELS!"

Seated at his place of honor, Last Call Larry inquired of Vix, "Ah, exactly what's in that?"

Vix glanced at him "Gin, Dry Vermouth, Crème de Menthe and Pernod."

Last Call raised an eyebrow. "Sounds practically pornographic."

Vix sat a glass on the top of the bar and concocted the drink with skilled perfection., then slapped a napkin and the glass down in front of her favorite bar fly. "This one's on me... 'bout time you cheated on Ginger & Tawni." She winked, making playful reference to his favorite drink Gin and Tonic..

Larry grinned. "Ooooh, they will be none too happy with you... none too happy!" Lifting the glass he smiled. "Cheers!"

Vix laughed and walked away to wait on another.

Across the barroom, TNT and Happy sat side by side at a table. TNT saw Happy's watchful eye trained on the girl he'd been talking to for the last half hour, now over at the jukebox picking songs. TNT eyed stared back at the bar and the huge glass pickle jar that served as the tip jar for Rachel, Vix and the house. It was very full and he noticed it was drawing the attention of a few others as well. He glanced Hap. "How you feel 'bout headin' off trouble?"

Hap shrugged. "Normally I chase it but wouldn't mind having a head start. Why?"

TNT nodded towards the far corner of the bar where three dipshits were converged and conspiring. "Been keepin' a close eye on the frat boys over in the corner. I reckon their fixin' on helpin' themselves to the tip jug."

"Two'll cause a distraction, while the third makes a break for it." Hap predicted.

"Yep." The old man agreed.

Hap nodded, stood up and started towards the main exit. He had just stepped outside the door, when just as predicted two of the frat boys started a shoving match. One of them knocked the other one into the nearest table of patrons, which drew everyone's attention. A few of the Sons stood up, assessing the fight. While everyone's eyes were on the scuffle, the third frat boy, also as predicted, quickly made his way behind the bar.

Last Call saw the guy grab the tip jar and hollered, "HEY!" The the noise level was too high due to the distraction. Larry frowned and hollered at Vix, who was behind the bar.

She turned from the beer taps in time to see the dude snatch up the tip jug. "Motherfucker!" She yelled and slammed off the steam of beer to chase after the guy as he ran past her, out the other side of the bar and made for the exit.

The thief got less than one toe outside when he started backing up, back into the bar. He had been met by Happy and had instantly rethought his direction of choice. He backed up right into Vix. She wasn't expecting it and the impact knocked her on her ass. The thief tripped over her and stumbled. He let go of the tip jug as his arms flailed in an attempt to keep himself upright. Vix caught the jar before it hit the ground but got practically trampled by the back peddling. Hap grabbed a fist full of the guy's rugby shirt and steadied him on his feet. While still holding the dude, he asked Vix, "You alright?"

"Yeah." Vix spat as she got to her feet, her face red with anger.

She was about to go off on the thief but was interrupted when Nolan suddenly grabbed the kid and shoved him towards the door. "Oh its on now, motherfucker!" The Bama Son yelled and people, Sons and patrons alike, started pouring outside to watch the fight.

Rugby Shirted Guy had been giving Nolan shit all night as the Bama Son tried striking up a conversation with a girl at the bar. The guy had ran his mouth about Nolan's height, his bull riding championship belt buckle, damn near everything but Nolan had held his temper and tried to ignore the douche bag. After all, he was there to dance and drink and have a good time and tried to mind his manners. But now the jackass had tried stealing from the bar and Nolan didn't have to hold back anymore.

In the parking lot, Nolan shoved the guy a few times before the idiot finally threw a punch. Nolan ducked it easily and unleashed on the guy. A crowd gathered and formed a circle around the fighting men. The Reaper Crew shouted encouragement for Nolan while Bodie kept his eyes locked on the guy's two friends who were watching the fight with frowns. He silently wished for them to be stupid and jump in the fight. There was nothing the Texan liked better than fighting while drunk; the alcohol made him feel ten foot tall and bullet proof.

Nolan toyed with his opponent, popping the guy at will with jabs and then slamming right hooks into his ribcage. The guy finally gave up trying to box with the Son and rushed him. They hit the pavement hard and rolled around, struggling for control.

Everyone was hollering and cheering. Tig stood just behind Jaci, who leaned back to muse, "You know who I wish was here? That little skank you messed around with the last time we were here. I would mop the floor with that bitch now."

"Oh really?" Tig just smirked, knowing Jaci was riding a good drunk at the moment.

Jaci nodded, "Yeah...I was being nice last time...but my self control is pretty shoddy tonight!"

Tig smiled, "If you getting in a fight ends the same way it did on St Paddy's Day, minus the jail stay...I'll FIND you someone to fight." He leaned in and said into her ear, "Or we could just skip the fightin' and get to the fuckin'." She smiled in returned and enjoyed the weight of his hand on her shoulder.

Nolan was a stout fucker and soon sat on top of the guy, punching him in the face at will. That was when one of his friends decided to try and help. He came running towards Nolan's back but was suddenly knocked sideways by Bodie's tackle. A few minutes later, both college guys laid on the pavement groaning while Bodie and Nolan were clapped on the back by the crowd.

"Ok, show's over! Back inside!" Trace yelled and the crowed followed his lead to the bar.

The girl Nolan had been talking to earlier in the night, came to his side, offering to help clean him up. Another girl walked up to Bodie and asked if he was alright.

Bodie instantly wiped the grin off his face and frowned. "My side hurts a little." The girl fawned on him and pushed his shirt up as they walked. Bodie let out a pathetic hurtful noise. "Oh! Oh that hurts! Oh wait... I think it's a little lower."

Opie walked behind the Bama Son and coughed into his hand. "Faker... cough...faker."

"Shut up, man." Bodie hissed as he twisted around to warn Op. Opie rolled his eyes and Bodie grinned and winked before suggesting to the girl that it might be best if they went to the bathroom, to view his injuries in better lighting.

Happy walked back inside and Rachel and Vix hugged him and both kissed him on the cheek, thanking him for heading off the thief. Last Call Larry frowned as he watched the exchange. "Hey! Where's my kiss? I yelled at the guy!"

X … You're The Designated Drunk ...X

Motor exited the men's restroom and headed down the hall back toward the main bar. He didn't make it but three steps before his path was cut off by two girls stumbling out of the women's room. He watched with amusement as the girls slammed into the hallway wall and one of the girls fell to the floor then started laughing. Looked like some girls should have paced themselves on the drinkin'.

"Seriously? This isn't funny...stand up!" The one girl shouted to her friend that was sprawled out on the floor. "GOD! This is the LAST damn time I'm going out with you all. Screw this designated driver shit!" The girl put her hands on her hips and kicked at her drunken friend. "Get up!"

Motor smiled slightly as he recognized an all too familiar situation...being the sober one having to wrangle drunken idiot friends. He couldn't count the number of times he had been the one to corral Bodie or one of the other guys at the clubhouse or while out on a run. It took a lot to get Motor drunk and most times he didn't care to get shitfaced anyway so most nights he was the responsible one in the crew by default. He felt a slight pang of sympathy as the girl now tried to pull her drunk friend to her feet. He walked over and stood behind the pair. "Need some help, ma'am?"

The girl turned around quickly, a little startled to hear the low rumble of a question behind her. Her eyes widened as they fell on the long haired, bearded, stout looking biker. Perhaps stout didn't cover the description well enough...scary might be a better word. She froze, half bent over, with one arm around her friend's waist. "Um...I...we're ok."

"Yeah, you look it." Motor replied as he watched the girl try to stay upright with the dead weight of her zonked friend pulling her down. He shook his head and didn't wait for permission. He bent and snaked an arm around the drunk girl and pulled her effortlessly to her feet then started walking her, half carrying her down the hall. "Where you want her?" He called over his shoulder to the girl that trailed behind.

"Uh...by the pool tables... I guess?"

Motor spotted an empty stool by the pool tables and headed that direction. He stopped long enough to push the stool against the wall with his boot and move the drunk girl in front of him, like they were hugging. He lifted her up and sat her on the stool then pushed her backwards until she leaned all the way against the wall. The girl stared at him with half lidded eyes and tried to reach out for him. He batted her hand away and pointed a finger at her. "SIT...STAY. Uner'stand?" The drunk girl managed a thumbs up. "Good girl."

The sober friend managed a snort of laughter at the sight of the biker commanding her friend like a dog but it seemed to work. She looked over the back of his cut, noticing it said Alabama and wondered what he was doing all the way across the country. Her attention snapped back to the moment when the biker turned and looked at her.

"Well, there ya go."

"Thank you." The girl said shyly. "I don't know why I keep letting myself get suckered into going out with these girls. I always end up being the one to haul their drunk asses home when they get too wild."

Motor nodded. "I know how that goes."

"We actually came with another girl but I've LOST her. One minute she was out on the dance floor and now I don't know. Long blonde hair, skinny? Have you seen her?"

"She wearing a purple shirt?" Motor asked and the girl nodded. He winced as he remembered seeing a girl that fit that description dancing and talking with Bodie and then babyin' his wounds after the fist fight. "I think she mighta hooked up with a buddy of mine."

"Is that a bad thing?"

Motor shrugged. "I'm sure she's enjoyin' herself."

The girl sighed. "Great...I guess I'll just wait until she wanders back around."

She glanced around the bar nervously. Motor watched her and then looked to where his friends were; most had given up on dancing and now sat at various tables but they were all drunk and getting loud as they laughed and shot the shit with each other. He couldn't ask the girl to sit with them, she'd probably be terrified. She looked to be the wallflower type...but he could appreciate that. He was never the center of attention on a night out. He usually sat a table and quietly drank his beer, even at the clubhouse he usually went home alone. He wasn't full of charm and bullshit like the other guys so he was hard for him to connect with a girl other than a Bama Lamb, who'd show him a good time for the night and then leave. The girl before seemed like a nice girl and hell he was beginning to feel like a third wheel at the table with Tig and Jaci .

He scratched his cheek with his thumb and frowned. "You wanna play a round while she's sleepin' it off?" The girl looked over at him and raised her eyebrows. He pointed to the pool table and shrugged.

She hesitated for a moment as she considered the invitation. The pool tables were away from the main action of the bar and would be a good place to hang out until her other wayward friend showed her face again. The biker really didn't look all that scary now that she took a moment to really look him over...he might have been built like a bull and was surely menacing when violent...but his eyes were kind. He was actually younger than she had first thought. She mentally chided herself to chill out and just relax. She nodded. "Ok...yeah. We can play a game or two."

Motor dug some quarters out of his pocket and set to racking the balls and she picked out a cue. As he stood arranging the balls she chalked her stick and tied to think of something to say, "Did you call me ma'am earlier? I think I'm probably younger than you."

"Sorry...habit." He replied. "Got something else you'd rather be called?"

"Hope...my name's Hope." She said and then frowned, listening to his Southern drawl. "Please tell me your name isn't BO."

Motor actually chuckled ever so slightly, making the immediate connection...Bo and Hope...Days of Our Lives. "Nah, it ain't...and fore you ask, I only know bout that soap opera cause I used to tape it for my mama."

"Suuuuure." Hope replied, teasing him before she had a second to think about it. He motioned to the table, asking her to break but she shook her head. "Um...if we want to actually keep the balls on the table, you should probably break. But before you do that, what's your name?"

"Motor." He answered then saw the odd look on her face and explained. "Its a nickname...short for Motormouth."

"Because you talk SOOOO much?" She asked with a laugh.

He nodded. "Its one of them oxymoron sorta things but its fine by me." He obliged by breaking and thus their game of pool began.

They'd played two games before he walked to the bar to get them a beer. As he walked back to the pool tables, he mused to himself how odd it was that he had to go all the way to the West Coast to find a girl he could actually stand. His breakup with an ex over a year ago had been nasty and heartbreaking, she had cheated on him and therefore had given him something in common with Jaci, who was going through her breakup with Dean at the same time. Since then he hadn't paid women much attention other than a quick wham bam thank you ma'am at eh clubhouse every now and then. But he found himself liking Hope...she was quiet like him but joked around too, seemed nice.

X Meet Me in The Parking Lot... Better Bring Your Friend Along... X

They ended up playing four leisurely games before the drunk girl woke up. After a few glasses of water, she was able to stand up...sort of. Hope finally called her other friend's cell phone and the friend assured her she was fine and would find her own way home. Hope looked to Motor, "Well, I guess its time for me to call it a night."

He nodded and offered to walk her and her friend outside. Well, he walked Hope outside, half way across the bar, he ended up just draping the other girl across his right shoulder and carrying her out. Out in the parking lot, they walked to Hope's car and she unlocked it, pulling open the passenger side door. Motor lowered the friend into the seat and they buckled her in. She was back to being passed smooth out.

"I hope she sleeps the whole way home. I really don't want to clean up the car if she hurls." Hope said quietly. Motor shut the door and they walked around to the driver's side. She leaned her back against the car. "So...you're heading home in a few days?" He nodded. "Do you get out to California much?"

Motor shook his head. "Every once in a while...pretty rare." They stood in silence for a moment or two. He kicked at the pavement with his boot before finally saying, "Um...it was nice meetin' ya."

"Yeah, you too." Hope replied with a smile. "Thanks for everything...I hope I didn't mess your night up too much."

"No skin off my hide." He blurted then corrected himself. "I mean...no problem."

Hope stared at the quiet biker before her. The rational part of her said to shake his hand, say goodnight and get on with the drive home. The irrational part remind her that her ungrateful drunk friend was probably going to puke in her car or worse yet on her couch after she lugged her inside her house for the night, it reminded her that she NEVER had any fun, she was always the MOM of her friends, they were the ones having the nights to remember. She bit her lip. "Well...goodnight." She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. When she had leaned into him, Motor had put his hand on her hip instinctively and it remained there as she pulled away slightly from him. She stared at him again and her brain screamed GO FOR IT! She took a breath and then slammed her lips against his.

The kiss surprised the hell out of him but a moment later he recovered and kissed her back proper. She took a hold of his cut with both hands and kept him close to her as they continued kissing. She pulled away again, this time breathless. "Shit! I'm sorry! I don't...I've never..."

"It's ok." Motor breathed. "Didn't offend me or nothing." He realized that as they were kissing, he had pushed her up against her car and had one arm wrapped around her waist, the other one gripping the car. He started to back away from her but she stopped him by kissing him again. Her hands left his cut and snaked around his neck. Apparently she wasn't done with him just yet. The impromptu make out session had him getting hard and he dreaded the blue ball pain that would come when Hope finally came to her senses.

His beard scratched her face, a very odd feeling but she didn't mind because she was too busy enjoying the way his muscular arm felt clamped around her waist. Again, half her brain screamed for her stop what she was doing and THINK but it was being drown out by the huge wave of adrenaline that was coursing through her veins. She didn't think she'd ever been so excited in her life and she wanted MORE. She kissed him with more intensity and felt him press into her...he was pretty damn excited too. She moaned slightly and she began to scramble on what to do next. This had to be the craziest thing she'd ever done...but damnit she wanted him. She started to un-tuck his t-shirt then her fingers grazed his belt .

As her hands hit his bare skin, Motor jumped back from her like he'd been shocked. He locked eyes with her. "You sure about this? I wasn't expectin'...you don't hafta..."

"I'm sure." Hope answered with a nervous smile. "Holy shit, I have NEVER done anything like this in my life but I am so so sure."

Girls had been using that line for ages, I've never done this sort of thing before'...which was usually total bullshit but looking in Hope's eyes, he was a 100% sure she was telling the truth. She looked totally terrified and excited all at the same time. A smile twitched at his lips, "Well ok then."

She looked nervously at the passenger side of the car. "Is she gonna wake up if we..."

Motor pulled open the door to the back seat. "That girl ain't wakin' up for shit, she's out for the count. You can holler all you want to."

Hope giggled nervously as she climbed in the back seat with him and slammed the door shut.

X Call Me A Relic. Call Me What You Will. Say I'm Old-Fashioned. Say I'm Over-The-Hill X

Vix had just made her way back over to the contingent of Sons, set to take a much needed break, when Chibs grabbed hold of her hand and diverted her, "No no no no ya don't... I need a dance partner."

"Come on Chibsy. I wanna drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke, kiss up a bit on my..." She cast an eye over to where Juice was, FUCKIN' PASSED OUT in the corner. "Mother Fucker!"

"Nope... there''ll be no kissy-kissy with Juicey-Boy, He's down for the count, luv." Chibs laughed. "So whatdya say to a spin 'round the dance floor?"

Suddenly the opening chords of a familiar song pumped out of the jukebox. DA DA DA DA DA DA... DA DA... DA DA DA DA DA DA … DA DA...Vix rolled her eyes, "Fine but if you attempt any Risky Business moves I will kick your ass, Chibsy."

The half-hammered Scotsman grinned, "Aye... ya promise?"

Cracking up, Vix playfully pushed him onto the dance floor as Bob Segar began reminiscing about the days of old. The song was an instant crowd favorite and before long the dance floor was once again packed. Vix leaned in and hollered over the music. "Looks like you're covered for dance partners."

"Aye! Bugger off if ya want!" He laughed, pecking her cheek before she weaved through the crowd. She made it to the edge of the dance party and ran smack dab into what felt like a wall. She looked up, startled and found she'd in fact run into a wall of Opie. He looked in a word; OFF. He muttered an apology of sorts and pushed past her towards the exit. Vix's gaze landed on Jax and shot him a WTF? shrugged and stood up, muttered something to Tara who was talking to the girl seated next to her, and then he made a bee-line for the exit.

Across the bar, Clay drained the last of his beer and stood up. "Alright kids, time for Daddy to call it a night."

Tig glanced up, his attention instantly switching from partying to his club responsibilities. "I'll ride back with you." He was half way out of his seat when Clay put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back down.

"No..stay...have a good time." Clay said then teased, "You couldn't ride if you wanted too...been hittin' that shine jar a little hard."

"I'm fine." Tig replied.

Jaci, who was very much NOT fine, snorted a laugh. "Questionable at best." Clay laughed in agreement.

Tig shot Jaci a look of warning. "I'm FINE. Trip to Charming and back's a piece of cake."

Clay shook his head. He smiled at Jaci. "See ya later, darlin'." He started to head toward the door.

"Goddamnit." Tig seethed. He looked at Half Sack who was sitting at the next table. He leaned back in his chair and smacked the kid hard in the back of the head. "Hey, numbnuts." He pointed toward Clay who was moving toward the exit. "Act like a goddamn Prospect and make sure he gets home ok."

Half Sack gave the SAA a frown of disappointment. Tig pointed a finger in his face. "Do NOT say BUT. You say BUT I wanna stay here and I will knock the shit out of you. You're lucky to even be in here tonight...your ass should be outside watching the bikes. Now go!" Half Sack nodded and chased after Clay.

Outside, Jax spotted Opie leaned against his bike. He walked over and gave his friend a concerned look. "You a'ight, bro?"

Op stared at the highway that ran in front of Big Daddy's establishment. "That song...was Donna's favorite."

"Shit...sorry, bro. I didn't know." Jax said with a grimace.

"How could you? Song sucks...why the hell would anybody LIKE it?" Op snorted. He took a drag on his cigarette. "Her and Ellie used to blast it, dance around the living room."

Jax just smiled sadly but didn't say anything because what the hell did one say to THAT?

The best friends stood silently in the parking lot. When he could tell that the cursed song had ended, Op sighed and felt an odd urge to go home and see his kids. He crushed his cigarette on the gravel. "I'm gonna head home."

"You ok to drive?"

"Yeah...I'm good."

Jax nodded and clapped a hand on Op's shoulder. "Be careful driving back. I'll holler at you tomorrow."

He headed back inside the bar, only to meet Clay and Half Sack walking out. They nodded a cool good night to each other.

Op turned to see his President and the Prospect walking toward the bikes. "You guys leavin'?"

"After midnight...I might turn into a pumpkin at any moment." Clay retorted with a grin. "Prospect's escortin' me home."

Op stared at the kid, who looked bummed to be leaving the party early. He waved Half Sack off. "Go back inside...I'll ride back. I was leaving anyway."

"You sure?" Half Sack asked hopefully. Op nodded and the kid looked over at Clay for final approval. Clay waved him off and he jogged back into the bar.

"Well..let's roll." Clay announced and threw a leg over his bike.

XX Don't Fear the Reaper XX

Forty five minutes later, Motor wandered back inside the bar and made his way to Tig and Jaci's table. His cousin was sufficiently hammered and grinned at him. "Get those girls all squared away?"

"Yep." he replied coolly.

Jaci looked more closely at him, catching SOMETHING in the tone of his voice. She had known him for years, knew his subtleties. She smiled at him, "Motor...somethin' you wanna share?"

"Nope." A full on grin spread across his face. He did have a pretty smile when he chose to actually show it. He tried to deny the obvious.

"Bullshit...you're shirt's on backwards." Tig pointed out.

Motor glanced down and noticed, sure enough, that the tag inked into his black t-shirt was now in the center of his chest. "Shit." He slid off his cut and pulled his t-shirt over his head.

Jaci's eyed went wide. "MOTOR! You dog!"

"She's the one pulled me in the backseat." He defended as he shook his shirt right side out.

Tig perked up, "You get both of them?" Jaci smacked Tig on the shoulder in disgust. Motor just shook his head, not giving any details. He stood up to pull his shirt over his head but Tig stopped him as he got distracted by the huge Reaper that covered the Bama SAA's back. "Goddamn, bro...THAT'S a fuckin' Reaper. Let me see that shit."

Motor's back was covered in much the same way as Jax and Opie only his bottom rocker said ALABAMA and the Reaper that was normally swathed in a black hood was instead covered with a vibrantly hued, tattered Confederate flag, a nod to the charter's Southern heritage. The bright red and blue colors of the flag somehow managed to make the Reaper's face even more sinister looking. Tig stood staring at Motor's back and it was too long before some wolf whistles were let out.

"Motor...put those hairy titties away!" Nolan yelled from a few tables away. Motor flipped him off and slid his shirt back down and tucked it into place.

"Nice huh?" Jaci asked Tig. "BB and Bodie have the same one." She realized she'd never really asked why Tig didn't have a Reaper on his back, he was actually sort of lacking in the tattoo department. "Why don't you have one?"

Tig scoffed and drained the last of his beer. "Shit...I carry enough shit on my back for this club. Don't need a tat to prove it." He glanced over at Motor. "No offense." Motor waved him off, the way he was feeling right now...nothing could upset him. Tig remained standing. "Think it's time to finish off the rest of that shine and start the after party." He clamped a hand on Motor's shoulder as he motioned for Jaci to come on. "See ya in the morning, brother."

Motor up-nodded and glanced at his cousin as she wobbled past him. "Be good, J."

~To be continued...

Don't worry, we're not teases...the rest of the night's events will be posted in a day or two. For now, here are our musical selections for this chapter.

Good Time, Alan Jackson... .com/watch?v=PSROm-vgVRk

Sideways, Dierks Bentley... .com/watch?v=35bB9DVS0m0

Me and My Gang, Rascal Flatts... .com/watch?v=mKM6d53thNs

Old Time Rock and Roll, Bob Segar... .com/watch?v=SsSVcRYh8dE