Ariel and Brianna walked up to the pool table after they got their drinks, and they were quietly talking among themselves, waiting for the boys to be ready to play a round. "Spill, what is going on with you and Dean?" Ariel scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Nothing. He was derogatory towards me almost immediately once he met me, and I don't have to deal with it. I wear a patch, same as his. It's not like he is president of the charter or anything. I just hate guys like that." Brianna smirked, and Ariel playfully punched her arm. "Don't start with that. I know that look." "I just know you too well for you to try and bullshit me. You can run that story by everyone else here, and probably pull it off well, but not me sweetie. You want that man." Ariel stared at her for a minute, and she went to say something, but before she could, Jax and Dean walked up, which of course, made the rest of the boys gather around them. Brianna leaned in towards Ariel. "This isn't over. We are talking about this." Ariel just waved her hand at her. The settled in to start the game, and then the bets started flying.

"20 bucks on Ariel and Brianna!" Juice's voice rang out first. "No way! Jax and Dean will slaughter them!" Tig made his presence known. "I'll take that bet, Juice!" Chibs yelled out next. "I'm on the girls' side!" Sam spoke up. The foursome standing around the table were laughing at the antics of the crowd, but were waiting for the bets to stop before starting. Once the commotion died down, the room was divided about halfway. Half of the group were for the girls, and the other half with the boys. Ariel looked at Jax. "Get ready to lose, Teller." He shook his head. "In your dreams, short stack." Ariel's eyes narrowed at the nickname that she hated. "Bri looked at Dean, who was standing there looking smug. "Wipe that look off your face. You haven't won yet, and it ain't over till it's over, Winchester." Dean's eyes finally flicked away from Ariel to connect with Brianna's blue eyes. "Very true. But you two don't stand a chance in hell." She just smiled at him, before leaning over and breaking the balls that Jax had racked up. She sank two solids in one shot. "Females are solids, boys." She spoke up. She sank another two balls before she missed, and Jax stepped up to take his turn, sinking three before missing. From then on, the shit talking was on. Both from the group playing, and the people standing around watching. Sam smiled when he noticed Dean get distracted when Ariel took off her cut.

Dean missed his shot when he looked up and saw both Ariel and Brianna taking off their top layers. Ariel was wearing a mini-dress, and Brianna had on jeans and a tube top, and standing next to each other, they made quite the picture. Brianna noticed his mess up and laughed. "Eye on the prize, Winchester. Mess-ups like that will cause you to lose." Dean shot her a playful look. "Whatever you say, Blondie." Brianna rolled her eyes at him, pushing him out of the way of her shot. Ariel felt a shot of emotion go through her watching her best friend flirt with Dean. She refused to think she was jealous. She didn't even like Dean. Why would she be jealous if Bri wanted to go after him? She shook her head, and watched as Jax missed on the 8 ball. It was her shot, and the 8 ball was the only ball left on the table. She walked up, called the pocket, and neatly sunk it. Brianna spun and looked at Dean. "You were saying?" Everyone laughed as bets were settled, and Ariel and Brianna walked over to the bar to have a celebratory drink. "Well, that went well." Ariel nodded, having a mouthful of alcohol. Sam walked up to the bar. "Congrats ladies! It's always a pleasure watching the two cockiest men in the room get beat by women." Ariel laughed, and Sam sat next to her, and drew her into a conversation. Brianna was actually ok with not being in the conversation, at least for now. She was really intrigued watching her interact with the people around her. She was so drawn in around school that seeing her open up and joke around with people was a new concept. She watched as Sam said something to her, and Ariel threw a piece of ice at him. She was definitely in her element with this crowd, which made sense; she had been around them for a couple of years now.

Across the bar, Jax was watching the interaction between the VP and their new patch. He was glad to see her so relaxed. Since Dean had said whatever it was he said to her when they were introduced, she had been tense. He knew that if anyone could relax that girl, it would be Sam. Ariel and Sam had become real close real quick. There was even speculation of them sleeping together, but anyone who knew the two of them, knew that would never happen. Sam had been Ariel's sponsor to patch in, and she looked up to him in every possible way. Sam had liked her at first, but he moved past that when she didn't show the same kind of interest. Now they were like siblings. As he watched, Brianna leaned over to say something to Ariel, and Sam effortlessly drew her in. Jax watched the way Ariel leaned into Brianna, and knew instinctively that she made her feel safe. Ariel had a rough past, and to be so completely comfortable with someone was a rarity for her. Brianna was just as comfortable with Ariel, and in turn, Sam. Suddenly, Ariel stiffened, and Jax scanned the crowd around her to see why. Dean. He had really insulted her with his comment. He watched with a smile as Bri struck up a conversation with him, and left Ariel to talk to Sam.

Ariel leaned more towards Sam when she heard Bri strike up a conversation with Dean. "Why don't you forgive him? All the guys made that comment when you became a prospect." She shook her head. "Prospect. Exactly. Once I was patched, they gave me the respect I deserved for wearing the cut. Dean made that comment about a patched member. The fact that he was such a dick is bullshit. If I were still a prospect, I wouldn't care. But as a patched member, I deserve the respect of the rest of the club." Sam tried to hold in a laugh. She had the hots for his brother, and was trying very hard to fight them. He knew that Dean liked her as well, because even though he was flirting with her best friend, his eyes kept flicking to her. Brianna, who was talking to Dean, noticed the same thing. "Why don't you talk to her? I can see you want to." Dean pulled his eyes away from the redhead and his brother. "I don't know what you mean." Brianna just scoffed and rolled her eyes. "How about the fact that even though we've been talking for about ten minutes, you have spent half of that time staring at my best friend's ass?" Dean laughed, appreciating her bluntness about him ignoring her. "Sorry. I didn't mean to ignore you." She just waved her hand at him. "Whatever, I am awesome, and I don't need your attention to prove it." She struck a dramatic pose, making him laugh yet again. She laughed with him, and then she leaned in a bit. "Seriously. Why won't you talk to her? She is upset that you disrespected her. If you apologize, maybe she'll stop ignoring your existence." Dean looked into her bright blue eyes, and saw genuine friendship shining in them. "Why do you want to help me so badly?" She rolled her eyes, and said "I don't know, truly. If you were stupid enough to insult her, I should let you deal with it on your own. But I want to help. You seem like you will just sit on your ass if someone doesn't give you a kick in the ass, so here it is." With that, she spun and looked at Sam.

"Hey Sam?" Sam's head snapped up at the sound of her voice saying his name. "Yeah?" "Give me a tour?" He nodded before getting up. Ariel shot her so called best friend a glare, but Bri was unaffected. She just smiled and walked away with Sam. Ariel spun to get up, but Dean's voice stopped her. "You gonna ignore me forever?" Ariel sat there for a minute, then shook her head, and started to walk away from him. He waited until she was a little ways away, and then called out to her. "Didn't peg you for a chicken, Torres." She froze mid step, and a silence fell over the clubhouse. Everyone had heard the comment, and was now shamelessly listening in. Brianna and Sam walked back in at that moment, and Bri could tell by the set of her shoulders that Dean had probably just made his situation worse. She shook her head. Ariel spun back towards him, seething anger pouring from her. "What did you just say to me?" She was made angrier when she noticed he was casually leaning against the bar still. "I said, I didn't peg you for a chicken." Sam's jaw hit the floor. Dean usually wasn't like this with females. He was usually charming, and sweet, and for some reason, he seemed to be going out of his way to piss off the new patch. "I'm not a chicken, Winchester. I just feel like I deserve a little bit of respect from you. I worked my ass off to get this patch, and you come in here and treat me like some bitch off the street. I don't care how hot you think you are or how many women usually fall at your feet if you so much as grace them with a bit of attention. I am not some pushover who you can insult and then act like nothing is wrong, and expect me to be ok with it." Everyone's jaw was on the floor after that. People, but especially women, never talked to Dean like that. Since John Winchester and Clay Morrow were the founders of the club, people usually fell at his feet trying to please him. Sam was standing there actually impressed. He knew she had a spark about her; they didn't call her Sparky for nothing, but damn. She laid it on him, and judging by the way Dean had stiffened and stood up slowly, he wasn't used to it either. Ariel kept her eyes narrowed on his face, ignoring everyone around them.

"Wow. Good to know what you think of me, patch. You need to watch what you say to me, I could have you thrown out on your ass so fast, your head would spin." Dean was cut off by Ariel's laughter. "You're kidding me, right? I know how clubs work, Dean." Dean ignored the way she said his name, even though he really liked it. "You would need a majority vote to get me out. And honestly, if you have the votes, I would willingly leave. I have been here for three years now. I belong here just as much as you do. Sure, my daddy isn't a co-founder. But he is first nine, so even if you don't respect me as a patch, respect me as the daughter of a founding member, ok?" Dean's eyes had widened fractionally when she said first nine, but he wasn't backing down now. "You wanna be treated like a patched member? Act like one. Not some spoiled little princess who got her feelings hurt. I won't be apologizing to you any time soon, sweet cheeks, so deal, and move on." Ariel had stiffened at the sweet cheeks comment, and she stepped even closer to Dean. Now they were toe to toe, Ariel able to look directly into his eyes in her high heels. "Listen to me, Winchester. I have had it with you and your pompous attitude. You got a problem with me? Lay it out like a man. Otherwise, untwist your panties and get over it. Yeah, I'm the only patched female in the club. But I earned my cut, same as you. Don't believe me? Ask some of your buddies. Hell, ask your brother who sponsored me! Otherwise, get over yourself. You are not god's gift. Sorry to break it to you." Everyone was completely spellbound by what was going down in the middle of the room. Dean leaned in, and since Ariel refused to pull back, his next line was delivered so close to her he could have kissed her. "You ever need help unwinding baby, you call me. I'll show you why I'm so confident you'll be just like every other female. Good to have in bed, bad for the club." There was an audible gasp at that, and without missing a beat, Ariel reared back and punched him. Eerily familiar of that morning, Ariel walked away from Dean Winchester, but this time, she left him with a black eye.