Dana placed her helmet on the handle bars and got off of her bike. She went for a drive to clear hear head, but it didn't feel right. She had to leave her cut behind so she didn't get spotted by rival clubs in Nevada. Her riding her dyna without her cut didn't feel right. It just didn't. They both came hand in hand, the drive was almost pointless but at least she was able to get some perspective on the things that were going on in her life right now. Too many. She wanted to narrow them down. Tara. Jax. Tyler. She just wanted to be at peace. But then again her life was always hectic.
She gave the club permission to start the night's festivities without her, while she went on her drive. She hoped that some of them would be sober by the time she got back, but that was a long shot. When she entered the bar, she found most of them obliterated and the rest on their way there. All of them with a sweet butt on their laps. Well all of them except Opie. She stood in the doorway's darkness and watched as a long legged sweet butt walked over to Opie and tried to slither into his arms. The sweet butt wouldn't take no for an answer and the rest of the boys weren't really helping- they were making fun of him, edging the sweet butt on.
Dana stepped into the room and made her presence known. The boys saw her and dispersed, knowing that they were in for it if they continue to fuck with Op. The sweet butt was clearly not so bright as she continued to push up on Opie, against his wishes. She looked back at Dana and returned her attentions back to the man she was currently trying to fondle. "Hey, get a fucking clue and back the fuck off," Dana shouted, crossing the distance between the sweet butt and her in mere seconds.
The sweet butt turned around and faced her. Dana drank her and her dirty weave in and knew that she didn't have the tolerance to do her breathing deeply technique tonight. She knew that if the sweet mama got smart, she would bash her face in and then bury the body somewhere along a dirt road. Things were about to get ugly, whether or not she wanted it to.
"Listen, I was here first. So take a fucking number and pick up the other girl's leftovers, because this one is mine," the sweet butt replied. Dana sucked her teeth and inhaled deeply. The sweet butt thought that she was one of the mamas after the boys. She glanced down to her tight tank top that was riding up her stomach and understood how she could make that distinction, but it didn't matter. Her blood was boiling. She compared her to a whore. A crow eater. How? Dana thought she had more character than that. Clearly not. Clearly.
"Honey, he doesn't want your infectious hands on him. So I suggest you take a number down at the local clinic and get hosed down with some antibiotics before I put your face through a fucking wall," Dana barked. The sweet butt laughed in response to her threat. The boys ooo-ed and ahh-ed at the display in front of them. By now it was too late, she had to do some damage or the club would think less of her. Not that she cared, she needed to do some damage or she would lose her fucking mind. She needed to release some stress.
Dana ran her arms through her hair, resting them at the top of her head, thinking of what to say and do next. Thinking of the best way to dispose of the body. The boys were drunk. They would be no help. She would have to do this on her own. There were no forests to leave the body in, in Nevada. So the desert it is, she thought to herself. She was picturing the scenario. Playing it out in her head. Reviewing the options she had.
"Oh my god," the sweet butt said, staring at her and removing herself from Opie's side. "You're his old lady?" She whispered, pointing to the tattoo on Dana's wrist. Dana dropped her hands to her side and sighed. "Worse," Dana replied, walking over to a nearby table and picking up her cut. She slipped into it, a sweet smile on her face.
The sweet butt glared at her and almost cried. "So you broke three cardinal rules of being a sweet ass. You insulted a crow. You are trying to sleep with my man. And you mistook me for being a whore like you. Now I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson," Dana said. Before she could finish her sentence, the sweet butt was off, running across the room, but she underestimated Dana once again.
Dana was quick and strong. She caught up to the sweet butt and grabbed her by the throat, throwing her backwards. "Don't make me break a sweat. It'll just be worse for you," she said, grabbing the girl by her weave and dragging her towards the back door. "Come on, Dana. Let her go, she's didn't know any better," Opie said, standing up from his chair and walking towards them.
"Stay out of this Opie. Or you'll be next," Dana replied, finishing her trek behind the building, where the dumpster were. "Whatever you do, don't kill her and leave the body in the dumpsters," Tig yelled, as Dana shut the back door, separating them from the rest of the party. She glanced down at the woman in front of her and felt a twinge of sympathy. The sweet butt grabbed on to Dana's legs and began to cry. "Please, I didn't know. I hadn't seen you before, so I figured you just rode in looking for a man. I had to stand up to you or else every other girl would walk all over me," she pleaded.
Dana shook her off and helped her stand up. She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. "Get a motel. Some food. Take a shower. Relax. Rethink your line of work because if I ever see you again, I will give you the beating you should be getting right now," she said, shoving the girl towards away from her. The sweet butt nodded and grabbed the money, walking away fast.
Dana stared after her, realizing that that could've been her. When you're born in Charming and you don't have two nickels to rub together, that's all you have. That's what you strive for. If she hadn't followed in her father's footsteps, that would've been her. She would've been after Tyler or Jax to make her an old lady so she would actually be something other than a pair of tits and a warm hole.
But now she was a crow. She was someone. An outlaw. A convict. A mother. A wife. She was Dana.
Proud not to be a sweet butt.
Like her mother.
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"I'll take care of the body tomorrow," Dana reassured Tig, heading to the bar for a drink. "You couldn't do it, could you?" Opie whispered, sliding up to her, pouring himself a drink. Dana glanced at him and then back to the boys. She grabbed the bottle and motioned for Opie to join her as she led the way to a dark corner of the bar.
"What do you know about that?" She asked, downing her shot and her sorrows. "What everyone else knows. That your mom was a sweet butt and that's how she became your dad's old lady." He replied. Dana shook her head and thought back to her mother. That crazy bitch. Those were the words that came to mind. Crazy. Bitch. That's what she was. That's why Dana was glad she was gone. Left them when Dana was 15. It didn't matter; she wasn't there half the time anyway. She mostly spent her time at the local bars or in the bedroom- you can guess the rest.
Their family didn't stand a chance with her sweet butt mother. The woman was wild, just wanted to be on the move. Didn't come home unless she needed money, food or a place to sleep without having to look over her shoulders. "She was a sweet butt when she met my dad. She got pregnant. No one really knows if he is my real father, but as the story goes, he couldn't leave her there pregnant with me in the middle of nowhere. She told him some sob story about abuse and he ate it up. 9 months later, I'm in Charming and she's gone. She would disappear every so often, said she didn't want to be married or have a kid. She just wanted a warm place to sleep. No strings. My dad had no choice. He kept me and tried to raise me the best way he could think of- like a crow."
Opie nodded and poured himself another shot. "Thanks for coming to the rescue back there. I didn't want to give the guys any reason to start acting like the assholes they normally are, times four," he said. She nodded, retrieving a pack of cigarettes and lighting one up. "Do you think you'll ever be able to see another woman without thinking about Donna first?" She asked, handing him one.
He shrugged his shoulders and took a pull. "I guess when the right one comes along," he whispered, staring into her eyes. Dana nodded, pouring them another round of shots. "It's gonna be a long night, huh?" He asked, reaching for his shot glass. "I didn't kick her ass. I must blow steam some way or another. I figured, I can drink until I pass out and that'll be enough for me."
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"Come on, Op! You're gonna miss breakfast. We're hitting the road in about an hour!" Jax yelled, pounding on the door. Dana groaned at the sunlight slapping her on the face and flipped over, her head colliding with a solid object in the bed. She sat up in bed and stared down at Opie. Opie. In the bed. FUCK! She glanced down, mortified at realizing that she was just wearing a t-shirt, his t-shirt, and a pair of panties. No bra. Which could mean one of two things- they had sex and she got cold or she was just really drunk to realize what she was doing.
She reached over and shook him, receiving a disgruntled response. "What the fuck, Op?" She asked, slapping his chest to help him wake up. "What are you doing in here?" He replied, sitting up in bed. Dana shook her head and climbed out of the bed, looking for her clothes. "I have no fucking clue, Opie. What the hell happened last night?" Opie followed suit, revealing that he was naked.
"SHIT! Do you think any of the boys saw?" Opie asked, grabbing his boxers off the floor and slipping into them. "It doesn't matter because they will find out when I'm seen walking out of your fucking room," she replied, slipping into her tank top. He shook his head, rubbing his face for an answer. "What do we do?"
Dana stopped moving and inhaled deeply, letting it out slowly. She was freaking the fuck out. "I don't think we had sex, so we just need to come up with an alibi to explain why I spent the night in your room," she replied. Opie slipped his hat on and began to gather up all his things. "We could tell them that I was having a hard time with everything that happened last night with the sweet butt, in respect to Donna," he said, shoving all of his belonging into a duffel bag. "And how do you know we didn't do it?"
She scoffed. "One, we are going to hell for using your dead wife as a cover for our fuck up and two, I haven't had sex in about 4 years, Op. I'm pretty sure that if you fucked me with what you just flashed me with, the entire town would know that we had sex last night," she replied, slipping into the last of her clothing and fixing her hair. "Good luck," Opie whispered, opening the bedroom door and letting her out. Dana exited the room rapidly, trying to make it to her room unnoticed. She thought she made it until she turned the corner that led to her room and found all the boys standing in front of the bedroom door.
They began to hoot and holler at her- well almost all of them did. Tyler, Jax and Clay didn't look too happy. She knew the rules. She knew what it looked like. Fucking an old lady that didn't belong to you was cause for your removal from the club. It was both Opie's and her neck on the line. And Tyler would be making the call.
Sweet.