Hey, so here's chapter 2 where you get a Tricia's not so graceful intro to SAMCRO. I'm sorry, but I couldn't get Happy into this chapter but I promise promise promise he'll be in the next one. Also, if you know of any car problems that would make a car stop and start smoking please tell me. I know zip about cars.
Chapter Two
The next morning, Tricia woke up with a pounding in her head and a naked, muscular man sprawled out next to her in bed. "Shit," she mumbled, hopping out of the bed and over to the shower. Quickly, she showered and dressed, brushing her long chestnut locks into smooth waves as opposed to the angry mass of knots that they'd been before. Throwing a black fedora onto her head, she sauntered to the kitchen to where he coffee pot had filled itself as usual, since it was on a daily timer. Grinning, she sipped the liquid before walking into her room where Ryan still laid across her before snoring lightly and sleeping deeply and peacefully. "Okay, up, out, you've gotta go." Tricia said loudly, yanking the curtains open so that the sunlight spilled onto Ryan's face. He groaned while she hit him on the back. "Come on, up and out." Tricia said, reaching down and tossing his clothes at him as he slowly came awake.
"What the hell?" Ryan muttered, clutching his head and looking around the room before settling on Tricia who kept tossing clothes at him. "Tricia?" He inquired while she rolled her eyes and set her coffee down, turning to look around the room. Seeing no signs of his presence except for his body, she nodded, satisfied and turned back to look expectantly at Ryan, waiting for him to get the hint. "Jesus Christ, Tricia, it's like ten in the morning."
Tricia rolled her eyes. "Duh, some of us have jobs, frat boy. Like me. You've gotta go. Now. Before my roommates wake up and see you. They're seriously getting tired of me bringing guys back to the house. Though, I personally think that they're only upset because neither of them have gotten screwed lately." Tricia shrugged. "C'est lavie." She told him with a small smile on her face, "Now, get dressed and get out." She said to Ryan who raised his eyebrows but complied, pulling on his clothes. She pushed him out of her bedroom, handing him a cup of coffee in a to go cup that they kept handy before pushing him into the hallway of her building.
Ryan stopped just outside the door, turning to face her. "So, can I see you again?" Ryan inquired with a small smile.
"I don't think so." Tricia shook her head, slamming the door in his face and turning around with a sigh of relief just as one of her roommates entered the room.
"Hey!" Rhiannon said lightly walking into the kitchen and opening the refrigerator to grab a yogurt. Seeing Tricia at the door, her brows came together in confusion. "Someone at the door?" Tricia glanced back in the door in surprise before shaking her head and dropping into a chair at the kitchen table. Rhiannon Ketchiri was a half-Irish, half-Swedish beauty with parents straight off of the boat. She was also everything that Tricia wasn't in both look and personality. Rhiannon was strawberry blonde while Tricia had burnt chestnut hair, Rhiannon was pale while Tricia was tan, willowy as opposed to curvy. Similarly, Rhiannon had a kind, light manner that made people want to befriend her while Tricia had a temperment and mouth that alienated nearly everyone that she met. "How was your night?" Rhiannon inquired.
Tricia looked at her sharply but calmed down when she saw that it was an innocent question about her night bartending. Tricia shrugged. "Uneventful."
"Morning bitches!" Their third roommate, Molly, called from down the hall. She skipped into the kitchen dressed for work in panty hose, a pencil skirt, and a chiffon top while her nest of copper-colored curls bounced around on her head. "How has everyone's morning been?"
"Fine," Tricia and Rhiannon answered together while Molly grinned. "Good." A knock came from the door, "I'll get it!" Molly said, hurrying over to the door while Tricia just rolled her eyes, dipping her finger in Rhiannon's cherry yogurt and licking it off her finger while Rhiannon just rolled her eyes. "Who are you?" Molly asked while Tricia's eyes widened and she cursed, making Rhiannon look at her in confusion. "What?" Molly shrieked, making Tricia tense. "Patricia Hilary Berkowitz! Why the hell is there a man at the door asking if you have his boxers in your room?" Molly shrieked, looking like steam was about to come out of her ears.
Tricia blinked. "Um…I have no idea?" She tried, but seeing Molly's face, she knew that she couldn't successfully play that card. "Gee, look at the time, I gotta to go, see you this afternoon, bye!" Tricia called, grabbing a banana and her purse, pushing past Molly and Ryan and darting out the door.
"We will be discussing this later Patricia!" Molly screamed behind Tricia.
"Bye!" Tricia called back, hopping into her ancient Cadillac and driving down the road, cursing the fact that she'd forgotten to check the bathroom for clothes. "Whoops," she muttered.
~O~O~O~
Charming Ink was a tiny little tattoo shop stuffed down a tiny side street off of the main road. Tricia figured that the locals were trying to down play any negative images of the little town, which wasn't easy since a motorcycle club called the Sons of Anarchy roamed the streets, acting like they owned the town, which Rodney, Tricia's co-worker, swore vehemently that they did. Still, the little tat shop was one of the favorites that she'd worked in. She'd learned how to tattoo at fourteen, right around the time she'd gotten her first tattoo from her friend/lover, Mick, a heavily tattooed business owner who owned both a piercing/tattooing place and had a lucrative back alley drug dealing business as well. Between tattooing and designing tats, Tricia had made enough money by sixteen to escape her shitty ass family and get her own place.
"I need someone to go down to the storage place and grab some extra ink." Tricia's boss and the store owner, J.D., said to her and Rodney as he walked out of his office.
"Not I!" Tricia and Rodney said at the same time.
J.D. rolled his eyes and looked between the two. "Fresh meat, you can go grab it."
"What is this? High school?" Tricia asked in a snarky tone while J.D. raised his eyebrows.
"Don't matter, since I'm signing your pay checks." J.D. replied. "Now, move your tight little ass. I don't want to run out." J.D. said before disappearing back into his office.
Tricia and Rodney glanced at each other, rolling their eyes as she grabbed her keys. "I'll be back soon." Tricia said to Rodney who shrugged and went back to texting his girlfriend, Sheila. Sighing, Tricia hopped into her car and began the drive. It wasn't exactly a long drive, but it was annoying since he never ran out since the only customers they got were the occasional teens on their eighteenth birthdays getting tats they'd regret someday to feel like they were free from their parents and the occasional biker, never having enough customers to run out of ink. And while the storage area might not be "far away" it was down a bumpy, abandoned road in the middle of nowhere to a large storage facility (the only one in Charming) called Uncle Sam's Storage (a stupid name, Tricia knew). To top it off, her car always sounded like it would give out at any moment and it was owned by a fifty year old perv named Samuel Truman who always tried to feel Tricia up when she went.
As her and her old clunker car drove down the bumpy road when suddenly she noticed smoke coming from the hood as the car slowly came to a stop. Cursing, Tricia got out of the car and walked to the front, opening the hood but letting it fall shut, coughing as the smoke flew into her face. "Shit!" She cursed, unsure of whether she should get back into the car and try to get to the storage facility or call a tow truck. Pausing with indecision, Tricia stared at the car before sighing and pulling out her cell to call the nearest garage.
"Hello, Teller-Morrow Auto Repair." The woman on the other line said in a bored tone of voice.
"Um…yeah, hi, I need to get my car towed." Tricia said sounding defeated.
"Where are you?" The woman asked. "Okay, someone will be out there to pick you up shortly." She said after Tricia told her before hanging up. Sighing, Tricia grabbed her bag out of the car and sat down on the ground, closing her eyes. She seriously needed a new ride as opposed to the ancient Cadaillac, which had been her only inheritance from her deceased grandfather.
Sitting on the ground, Tricia grabbed a black stencil and her drawing pad out of her bag and began a tattoo sketch that exuded her mood. Only ten minutes later, a tow truck pulled up behind her and two guys hopped out of the truck. One guy looked around twenty one with pale skin, dark hair, and dark eyes who looked tiny and lanky next to the tall, burly lumber-jack looking guy beside him. He wore a black beanie and had a bushy beard and mustache. "You need a tow?" The bigger guy asked.
"Yeah," Tricia said irritably. "Stupid car started smoking and just broke down." She said, getting to her feet and kicking the wheel. "I knew that I should have invested in something made this century."
"It is pretty old." The smaller guy commented.
"Enlighting." Tricia rolled her eyes watching as the bigger guy opened the hood and glanced around inside. "Is it fixable?" Tricia asked.
"Dunno." The burly guy said. "We'll have to take a closer look back at the garage. But if I had to guess, I'd say it might be pretty pricey. Looks like the whole engine might have blown. Unsurprising since your car's so-"
"Unreliable? Stupid? Bitchy?" Tricia offered.
"Ancient," the small guy said. The burly guy nodded. "Need a ride?" He offered Tricia who nodded.
"Thanks," she said. "I'm Tricia, by the way."
"I'm Opie," the burly guy said. "This is the prospect."
"He doesn't have a name?" She inquired with genuine curiosity.
The prospect opened his mouth to respond when Opie shook his head. "Nope."
Tricia nodded. "Okay then," she said, glancing back at the dejected prospect hooking up her car. Seeing that Tricia was looking at him he mouthed 'Miles'. Grinning, she shrugged and nodded before hopping into the tow truck with Opie.
Love Opie. Anyway, there's your chapter two Happy will definitely be in the next one, and I might change the POV from 3rd person to Tricia's point of view because I keep starting to write in her POV and then have to go back and change it. Hope you like it. Thanks.