Author Note: As the boys argue about last night episode of Jersey Shore and its portrayal of the Italian culture. I opted to stay out of this riveting debate. I've decided to write until it`s time to start getting to hit M1-5 Lounge.

God Is One Funny Motherfucker

He stared at his phone, the picture still made him smile when he looked at it. Unlike the two bitches Vince and him had picked up at that club, she actually could carry on a conversation. After working the brunette over until she had fallen asleep, he didn't want to lay there and cuddle so he got up. He wanted to see what that girl with the assertive voice looked like. He wasn't prepared when he opened the door the sight of her on the bed smoking a black. Holy shit, he had gotten a chub. That tat, the eye of Horus just above her panty line, sexy. She had seemed so zoned out staring at the ceiling light dimmed. He laughed to himself thinking about the conversation on the balcony. No one knew Leon. To hear her quote it, he almost regretted fucking her roommate. He was never into black girls, all the ones he met were always so fucking hostile. It was annoying and he didn't know how to deal with it. She was different. That laugh. That smile. Damn. It didn't hurt that she was a total babe. Definitely a 12 in his book. Before he left had written on her hand his number but 2 months had passed and still no phone call from her. Oh well, at least he had a picture of her when she was sleeping. He knew it was creepy but fuck it, he couldn't help himself.

"Juice, ready?" Ope said. He looked up and nodded putting his phone in his pocket following Opie out the clubhouse. They were all going down to Oakland; Clay had to talk it up with Leroy.

Tig stared Juice down as he put on his helmet. Juice finally acknowledge him. "What?" he asked with a grin.

"What the hell were you doing, painting your nails?" Tig asked with a disgusted look on his face.

I was use to Tig's shit. "Something like that." I said putting on my sunglasses. Ope just shook his head. Clay pulled out starting the formation. This was the best part of being part of a club. Wearing our colors and riding, nothing but open road.

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The Sons sat in the background as Clay and Jax spoke with Leroy. It sounded as if Leroy wanted to double the next shipment and added in an extra three g's for the short notice. Some lower gang was trying to prove themselves by taking over some of Leroy's blocks and he wanted to make an example out of them. Sounded bloody.

The door opening got all their attentions. Juice eye brows came together as he looked at the woman with her hand gripping the door knob. Her brown hair was straight, cropped short angling her jaw line perfectly. She was wearing a grey plaid dress that looked like a like a shirt but the way it was sculpted to her body it had to be a dress, a black studded belt clinched her waist. He looked down at the black pumps she was wearing and felt his jaw dropped. He quickly picked it up. It was her!

"L, when we gonna do this?" she asked, she sounded a little annoyed. She didn't look at anyone in the room, directly at Leroy. Juice watched his reaction, it had slightly softened.

"Lonnie, give me a minute. Jus' wait out front." He replied. She nodded and left without a glance at anyone closing the door quietly.

Juice sat up straight in his seat, he knew that was her without a doubt. Holy shit! She was down with the One Niners'. She didn't seem like the gang type but she had to be down with the life if she could just walk into a closed meeting with the leader.

"That's a fine piece you got there, Leroy." Clay agreed with Juice inner thoughts. He couldn't get the sight of her sculpted legs out of his head.

Leroy's face hardened "she's my baby sister. Just graduated from college, top honors." He almost growled. Clay took the hint and nodded. "Good for her. The shipment won't be a problem."

Baby sister! Juice didn't know whether to be happy or disheartened. Her name was Lonnie. That was something.

Leroy signaled for the man behind him to give Clay the vanilla envelope of money. "Half now, other half on delivery." It was always the same. The two men shook hands business over. Juice was ready to get out of there and get another look at Lonnie.

She was sitting at the bar as the Sons filed out. "How you doing honey?" Tig asked her.

Lonnie smiled "Sorry not into white meat." She said went back to talking to the bartender.

Clay and Jax burst out into laughter as they walked out the club. Bobby patted Tig on the back pulling him away. "Come on Casanova." He said.

Juice went to tap her but hesitated, she turned around. Her face changed as she recognized him. "Biker boy." She said.

Juice laughed and Opie cleared his throat. Juice knew it was a warning but he didn't care. "Watch any sunrise recently?"

"Nay, I like my beauty sleep." She retorted. That quick wit, Juice like that.

"I'm Juice." He said quickly.
Lonnie smiled at him "I didn't ask your name."

The door opened to the backroom, Lonnie's eyes never strayed from Juice. "Aren't your peoples outside?" Leroy asked the two remaining Sons. His face said he wasn't fucking around. He was serious.

"Yea man, we're taking off. Juice let's go." Ope said pushing Juice out the door. Juice smiled at Lonnie once more before walking on his own out to his awaiting brothers.

Tig was once again on his ass "Juice what the fuck is with the slow bullshit today?"

Juice just smiled "sorry man, I had to take a piss."

Opie snorted "bullshit, he was drooling over Leroy's sister." Putting Juice on blast.

"She don't look like no sweet butt up for the taking, man." Jax said. Bobby laughed shaking his head.

Juice knew what he was getting at. It was true, Juice preferred his women easy. No energy needed to get them flat on their back but seeing her again. He didn't know. Maybe that could change.

"Enough girl talk, we're out of here." Clay ended the conversation revving his clutch as he pulled off.

As we rode back, I had a lot of time to think. I decided I was going to get Lonnie the 9er Princess. Even if she acted as if she didn't want to.