(A/N – just a big Thank you to all that have read The American Dream, so far. Sorry it's taken me a while to upload. Have a good day)
"Yeah, follow me" Juice was already on his Harley, helmet on and revving his engine before either of the girls could argue. You had to hand it to him, his energy and excitement really knew no bounds. They were strangers after all.
"Thought you wanted to rest?" asked Faith climbing into the passenger seat pulling a face at her friend.
"I do, but this way we don't have to waste time tomorrow trying to find this guy"
Arriving at the Teller-Morrow garage both Faith and Lilly couldn't help their jaw dropping at the site of the bikes lined up one by one. "Shit, must be 30 at least. What the hell is this place" Lilly asked hoping out of the car and letting out a whistle in appreciation to the scale.
"You like the bikes?" Juice asked, grin securely back into place, head to one side as he removed his helmet and gloves.
"O god yes! Bit much for a garage though isn't it?" asked Lilly tracing her hand over one of the unmanned bikes' Harley tag.
"O sweetheart, hands off the bike" purred the tall, smirking man walking towards them, His curly black hair being tossed around in the wind. He was much thinner built than Juice, taller and older. But still as good looking. "Hey brother, Jax wants you in church." And with a brief whisper between the two men and a nod, Juice had skipped off towards some kind of bar like building next to the garage calling over his shoulder for the man called Tig to look after the girls.
Lilly rolled her eyes towards Faith who wanted to do the same, it had been a long journey and all they wanted was to forget the past few weeks of bad sleep, shit jobs and constant travelling. Faith arched an eyebrow and nodded to the building Juice had skipped off towards. They both knew it was the closest place they could get a drink without wasting the bottle on the back seat of their car.
"Smart girls…" Tig said catching up with the two, throwing his arms around the back of their necks.
The building hadn't really been what they were expecting, it was quiet with only a few older men with their families drinking at tables scattered across the room. Lilly felt guilty about drinking in front of them, it was early afternoon and she didn't want to look like an alcoholic diving in while it was still light out but Tig was already at the bar with a bottle and three cups. It could be worse she thought. The girls behind the bar made her feel less guilty as soon as she saw them, dressed in hardly anything with more makeup than she thought humanly possible.
Sat at the bar, the time had flown by quicker than anticipated, the families had left and the three of them were growing louder and were drinking more than they should have. They had told Tig of their trip to America and how it had gone slightly worse than they had imagined it to, and he had told them of some of the wild nights they had had here. Their eyes had lit up like he had imagined his daughters would have if he had taken the time to tell them his exciting stories when he had the time. With Dawn's murder and Fawn moved out of town for protection he had forgotten what it was like to have daughters. Not that he went a day without thinking about them, but having Fawn so far away and Dawn 6 foot under for a mistake he had made, made him forget what it was like to have people relying on him for more than club duties. It was nice to have that back, even if it was only until they checked in with Chibs.
The words from behind the big wooden door to the left of where they were sat were getting louder, or closer, which had resulted in the laughter from their side to quieten down almost to a silence. The doors swung open only moments later to Juice whose boyish features had aged and tears were pooling in his eyes. "shit, is he ok?" asked Lilly swinging back around in her chair to face Tig who had downed his drink and stood up. He replied without looking away from the door, with one hand rested on her shoulder. "Yeah, he'll be fine…"
"why weren't you in there?" Faith asked standing next to him. Both girls stood at a mere 5ft 3 with their shoes on, but their height didn't take away the way they stood taller than they were or the fact you couldn't deny they were there. Like a nagging headache. Even though most of the men at the bar hadn't even noticed their presence and Tig had often acted like he couldn't hear them during their conversation.
Tig didn't answer the question but walked over to the group of men pouring out the door.
"Give me strength" muttered Faith following Tig's route to the gathered men with Lilly in tow.