A/N Here is, after a long over due wait. I hope it proves worth it. Thank you for all the reviews & follows. They provided motivation for me to apply my self, and find the muse again. Also, I had a bit of trouble with the POV's on this one. When Bran and Juice are seperated, their individual parts are happening at the same time.

The music was loud, the drinks were cold and Juice rolled a joint between his fingers, back and forth. His body was present, yet his mind was somewhere else. Like most days the past week, his mind was center on a curvy, little female. He had made this mistake of driving by her house while out running errands in the van for Gemma. She was pulling weeds from the front flower beds, head phones in and in her own little world. It seems like, in his opinion he couldn't get away from Bran Holloway. Juice could tell you, if you wanted to know a lot about Jax's new neighbor. She ran at least three times a week, usually in the morning, wearing black exercise, stretchy form fitting leggings, and bright colored tank tops. He had seen her one morning when he had gone for an early morning ride up to the Bluffs when he had returned to town. She didn't even know he was watching. She frequented the library, as Sac had seen her coming a going from the building with stacks of books in her arms, and of course told him about. In fact it seems like his brother's took some kind of sad satisfaction in telling him every move she made.

But there was a lot more he could tell you about Bran from the background check he did. Bran liked cooking courses, and internet shopping from her credit card statements. She had a thing for subscription boxes, which in till he looked it up, he didn't know existed. She paid her bills on time, and kept a reasonable amount in her savings account, and invested smartly. She had several joint properties back east with her siblings. She belonged to a gun range in her hometown, and held several licences for hand guns.

But the piece of information that seemed to repeat over and over in Juice's head was her occupation.

Bran Holloway was a fucking bounty hunter. What the fuck was she doing in Charming, when everyone and everything was back out east? People in his mind do not just pack up, and move across the country for no reason. He like people and things to fit into neat and orderly categories. It was part of his OCD, he did not like when they did not stay in their box. Bran fit nicely or so he thought into the potential sex partner box, and now here she was somewhere crossed between suspicious new comer and sexy neighbor who he liked to bang.

"Juicy boy?" Chibbs called out, bringing the man in question back to the party that raged around him.

It was Bobby's homecoming party and the Sons were out in full force. The party was in full swing, and spilling from the parking lot of TM and into their club house. All members were in attendances, except the guest of honor, Bobby himself who would be dropped off by the ATF agents who had been holding him for the full allotted time under the government jurisdiction. Everyone else who wasn't wearing a patch was either a hanger on or a sweetbutt. The smell of food mixed with weed was heaving in the air, and everyone around him was enjoying themselves but him.

Juice stared up from the picnic table he had secluded himself at, and into the face of a slightly intoxicated Chibbs whose arms were full with a blonde and brunette. These two were relatively new, and to his knowledge had only been with a few brothers.

Chibbs slid into the bench and the brunette slung a long over bronzed leg over the bench beside the Scotsman. Juice pretended not to catch the look that Chibbs sent the blonde as she moved over towards him.

Juice reached into his pocket of his cut and pulled out his lighter. He held the joint between his lips and lit the end. He inhaled and held the smoke in his lungs before blowing out a long stream. He cast a look over a the blonde who had planted herself on his left as he passed the joint across the table to Chibbs.

Juice felt her warm body next to his, smelled her sweat and cheap perfume. She had an oval face, with brown eyes that were just a little dead on the inside. She was young early twenties, he figured under all that makeup she had caked on her face. Trying to make herself seem older without really knowing how many of his brother's preferred the young and innocent look. Her tits were all but pushed up to her face, and the low cut shirt showed plump, full breasts. Or at last he hoped they were full, and not a push up bra.

"Brother, you need to get yourself another drink." Chibbs said blowing out a stream of smoke, and casting a knowing look at the girl beside him. She had been around a bit longer then her friend and knew the drill.

"We'll get that baby." she smiled, leaning in and running her hands suggestively on his upper thigh. She shot of an impatient look at her friend before getting up and making their way towards where the beer was being kept ice down.

"What's going on in your head brother?" Chibbs asked, handing back the joint to Juice. The younger man was like a son to some degree to him, and Chibbs knew him best among the brothers.

Juice gave Chibbs a look, before turning his head away. " Just thinking about things I shouldn't be thinking about."

"See, there is your problem mate. Too much thinking and not enough drink'in." Chibbs replied as two beers were placed on the table between them. "I think, brother you need something to occupy your time with."

Juice looked at the blonde who returned to her spot beside him. She only causally looked at his patch and concealed her disappointment better then most sweetbutts. Maybe Chibbs had the right idea. He had been feeling a little pent up, and he was tired of reliving his own frustrations.

"Get up." Juice told the girl beside him as he moved up and off of the bench. He nodded in Chibbs in direction before giving the blonde a little push in the direction of the club house.

"Sure thing." she told him, letting him direct her. If she did as Chibbs told her to, maybe he would put in a good word with Jax for her. She had been trying to catch his eye since she started hanging around the club, but he wasn't playing in her direction. Now, that was man who looked like he knew how to fuck. God, thinking about the way he smiled at you, and the way he moved made any girl just a little bit wet. If fucking a brother on the lower end of the scale got her closer to the top, then so be it. Besides, from what she heard around the club house, Juice wasn't lacking in a skill set. "My name is Misty."

"I didn't ask it." Juice replied, he wasn't in the mood for talking. They walked into the crowded club house and he cut a path through a mixture of want-a-be's and some brother's from other charter's. Said a few hello's but kept it moving. He had a place in mind for this little encounter, and it wasn't his dorm room.

He didn't want to smell her on his sheets. Unlike most of his brother's Juice washed his sheets, or made Sac wash his sheets after every sexual encounter he had. He couldn't lay in another person's stench, after all some girls went through two or three brothers before the end of the night.

Misty followed Juice down the halls that held the dorm room, and instead of taking the familiar turn into one Juice stopped in front of the club's secondary bathroom. It was usually only used by the brother's who occupied the dorm rooms, unlike the one at the front of the club house. He opened the door and ushered her in.

Misty stood in the darkness, a bit unsure of herself. This was not the Juice the other girls spoke about. He was one of the nicer brother's. Usually addressed the girl sucking his cock by her name, and was more considerate when he fucked them. But as he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him, he didn't feel warm and soft at all.

Juice didn't bother with the lights, instead put his back against the wall and pulled the sweetbutt in front of him. He didn't talk, didn't explain instead he put a hand on her shoulder and the other one on her head and firmly pushed down.

She had been around long enough to get the message.

Misty sank to her knee's, and with slightly unsteady hands she reached up and unbuckled his belt, unhooked the button and pulled the zipper down. As she reached into Juice's jeans, she discovered he wore no underwear and his cock was already half hard.

She held him in her hand, stroking the warm flesh in till he pushed her head towards his dick, wanting to progress the situation.

The last fleeting thought in Misty's head as her mouth closed over Juice's knob was, god don't let him be like Tig.

Bran slid into Tara's cutlass and placed her bag beside her feet. Tara had shown up at the house about an hour ago, and they had had a few beers while they had caught up on each others week. Bran had walked Tara through the house to see what progress had been made. The house was a work in progress, most of the painting was done, and the front yard was looking better. She was getting there, enough that it was starting to feel like home.

"Your not nervous are you?" asked Tara as she backed out of the drive way. She gave a Bran a sideways look before putting the car into drive and started to head towards the club house. Tara smiled a little to herself, and imagined that the first time she attended a club house party she probably looked a little like the woman sitting in her passenger seat.

"I would be lying if I said I wasn't a bit, concerned about what I'm walking into." Bran shrugged, and looked out the window at the passing houses. "Gemma, hasn't been as welcoming as some."

"This is Gemma, she is about as welcome as a 9mm, when it comes to her boys." Tara snickered, as she stopped at a stop sign. "When did you talk to her?"

"She stopped by this week, had a little chat. Basically told me right out, either fuck Juice or fuck off." Bran pulled at the seat belt strap, moving it away from her neck. " I don' t think I have ever had somebody's mama talk to me that way before."

"Well Gemma is in her own category, that's for sure." Tara turned on the street that lead to the garage and club house. The residential houses faded away and were replaces with small business.

"Can't I ask you a question?"

Tara shrugged and nodded, "Sure."

"Are you Jax's old lady?" Bran turned to look at Tara, who choked a little when she heard what Bran said.

It had been a long time since someone called her an old lady.

"Where did you hear that?" Tara asked then shook her head as she stopped for a red light." Never mind, Gemma's little chat I bet."

"It came up."

"No, I'm not an old lady. I don't know what I am to him, but it's somewhere between and old lady and well fuck, not a sweetbutt. Look, Gemma is used to girls who are more free with their favors. She knows how to handle those types."

"Are there a lot of girls like that around here?"

"I can't tell you if Juice see's a lot of those types," Tara looked at Bran, and shrugged, she was going to have to get use to this little fact if she was going to stick around. Tara didn't know much about Juice. He wasn't patched in the first time her and Jax took a run at this thing, and when she returned he had mostly been in the background. So she didn't know if was a one woman type of guy or a more is better type." but if he wants it, it's there for his taking."

"I wasn't asking if Juice had fuck buddies." Bran shook her head. " I'm new, I don't know anyone in town and I don't want trouble. Back east, there is always something kicking off with my family. Right now, I just need a little peace and quiet."

"I can understand that." Tara nodded as she came to a stop with her left blinker on. The gate of Teller-Morrow compound were open, as it was a party night and when the traffic cleared Tara pulled into the parking lot." Look, I don't know what's going on with you and Juice, or if there is anything but lets just have a good time tonight. There will be beer, and food, lots of music."

"And apparently plenty of woman who can't afford clothes." snickered Bran and Tara laughed.

It was clear to Bran, as they got out of the Cutlass and entered the party area that she was in a different territory then normal. The music was almost deafening, and it was almost packed with leather clad men, all work the Sons of Anarchy patch, some from the Redwood Charter, others from different charters.

Tara nodded towards the groups of women mingling with the crowds of men. "They called them croweater's, or sweetbutts. You get with Juice on a permitted bases, theses are the one's you need to worry about."

"You worry about Jax?" Bran asked as she pulled down her shirt and pushed back her hair from her face. She looked around her, and tried to tell herself she was not looking for a certain mo-hawked man.

"No." the answer was short and simple. It left no room for doubt. Tara did not worry about Jax's straying. He never gave any indication he was interested in the overused club pussy. When he was with her, he was with her.

The women were all dressed one way, and the message was clear. Less was more, and these women were loose and free. They rubbed, tugged and flaunted their wares up and down the parking lot. They were all smiles, batting eyelashes and flirty giggles with the men but as she and Tara walked through the crowd, eyes narrowed, and they're were more then a few catty mummers as they walked past.

Clearly, Tara did not have a lot of female good will here among the sweetbutts.

"There are over there." Tara said, as she made quick work through the crowd, towards where Jax and Opie were stationed in chairs, drinking beer and smoking. Tara snagged two beers, and handed one back to Bran as they cut through the last bit of thick crowd.

" Hey baby." Jax looked up, as Tara leaned down and kissed him. He smiled as he pulled her into his lap, and nodded his head in Bran's direction.

She waved and Opie swept his hand back in motion for her to take the open chair between him and Jax. He had no interested in her for him, but he wanted to make sure that it was clear to everyone else Bran wasn't free. It was easy for a brother to be confused with so much easy pussy floating around the party, and since Bran wasn't an old lady Juice would have a harder time staking his claim.

Fuck, if Juice ever realized she was even here.