The next 2 months passed somewhat eventfully, Bobby got picked up for murdering some douchebag counselman or something (not the he didn't deserve it, he killed McKeevey who I know was a good friend of the club), Donna was killed by someone who wanted to get Opie but got her thinking it was him and Jax and Clay were dissagreeing worse than ever. On another note though Opie went away for a while and was coming back today along with Bobby who was getting out of prison, there was a huge party being thrown for him in his honour and SAMCRO had finally got their warehouse sorted. During those 2 months me and Juice finally had sex for the first time. We had a massive scare right after it when my period was late so I decided to go on the pill.
Juice didn't like using condoms he said (and I quote exactly) "It's like taking a shower with all of your clothes on.". I was helping prepare the setup for Bobby's party with the other Old Ladies (I got the crow about a month ago, situated on my lower hip), Sweetbutts and crow eaters. Gemma had left me in charge because she had to take Abel to hospital for a couple of tests.
Half Sack seemed much better now, his mood had lightened since saying goodbye to Cherry, although I knew he still missed her, I spent most nights with him and the rest of the club (when they weren't out doing 'club bussiness') drinking and partying. Although spending alot of time with him I still felt awkward around Happy. I don't scare easily but holy shit did this guy scare me.
"Hey doll will you fix that banner over there? Thanks!" Since getting the crow they treated me much different than before. Sweetbutts and the crow eaters knew to stay away from Juice and vice versa with the guys. It was like when wolfs mark their territory the rest of the pack know not to go near.
"Hey babygirl, How you doing here?" Gemma walked in with Abel.
"Yeah I'm good, just sorting everything out for Bobby's party. Hows things, is Abel ok?"
"The doc says evertthings fine."
"Thats good." I leaned forward towards Abel and put on one of those voices you do when you talk to babies "Cause we wouldn't want anything happening to this handsome chap." I smiled up at Gemma and she smiled back, she headed over towards Clay while I went behind the bar. I managed to catch the end of what they were discussing and knew they were off for a quickie in one of the unused rooms. Half Sack walked in with a box and was taking it through to the back. I was about to stop him when I realised I wanted to see what would happen. I followed behind staying close enough to hear but far enough away not to be seen.
He opened the door "Oh shit! Balls! Shit! I'm soo sorry. I ... uh...was...just putting this here..."
Thats when I heard Gemma commanding voice "Either join in or get out sparky!"
I was doubled over in laughter when I looked round and saw him going back...
"You didn't really mean that you wanted me to..."
"GET OUT!" Clays booming voice ordered.
He slammed the door shut and walked down the corridor and nearly tripped over me as I was sitting on the floor laughing.
"Thats not cool man."
"Aww come on aye it is." I was still laughing as I followed him back into the bar.
/ A couple of hours later /
Everyone was having a great time at the party. By now it was dark and we were just waiting for Bobby to show up. I heard a car pulling into TM and noticed it was a Merc (thats unusual for ATF) I turned to Half Sack and Juice who looked equally as confused as me.
"Garage is closed!" Clay mentioned to the men who stepped out of the car.
"We're not here for repairs." The man in the suit replied. He walked over to Clay. "I understand you are a Camacho fan?" This was more of a statement than a question. He handed Clay a box of cigars which Clay didn't take. Clay said something that I didn't hear. A crowd now gathered around the men. I held Juice's hand tightly as he lead me over to the crowd.
"Just dropping by to give you a little friendly advice." The other man now spoke. He was wearing a white shirt with black trousers. He handed Clay a card.
"And what advice would that be?"
"We feel it would be best for our concern if you stopped dealing arms to the One -Niners and Mayans." The guy in the suit said. Everyone laughed at this remark. Who the hell did this guy think he was? Telling SAMCRO what to do.
"I don't even know what your talking about? We're just mechanics and Harley lovers." Clay replied, while still laughing.
"Thats one of Darby's guys, my friend." Tig motioned with his head to one of the guys with the two guys who were speaking.
The man in the suit replied "Darby is one of my supporters." I knew what this meant. White power. They hated coloured people. Because I was dating a man of colour this pissed me off alot. I wanted to punch that smug bastards face in. Juice felt me tense up and he pulled me closer to him. They continued talking for a while, when the guy in the suit finally finished talked he left the cigars at Clays feet and walked back to his car. Clay handed over the guys card to Juice and asked him to find out info on him.
There was cheering and applause as ATF drove into TM and Bobby was finally released. He spent no time fucking about. He went straight for the booze and then inside for some Crow Eaters. Gemma left to go check on Abel and Tara then home.
Me and Juice stayed up really late then in a drunken haze me and Juice left to go have sex in my room but before we weven got our trousers completely off we had passed out.