So it turned out that pretty much all the girls wanted to dance when they had enough alcohol, except Brianna. She just laughed. Ariel was amazed at how well she had fit in to this group of people, and was more than grateful to everyone for welcoming her into their family. She had yet to meet Clay or Gemma, and Ariel was kind of worried about Gemma. She could be kind of a bitch, but Ariel was almost positive that Bri would win her over. There weren't many people who were able to resist her charm. Case in point? Happy, who almost never smiled or laughed, was sitting with her and Sam, and was laughing so hard he looked like he was having trouble breathing. Getting Happy to warm up to someone took time. But Ariel could tell he was completely comfortable with Brianna, and it was only her second day here. She wasn't jealous of her, in fact, that was one of her favorite things about that woman. Like Sam, she could make anyone feel at home, even if they completely didn't belong. She still remembered the day she met her.

"Hello! My name is Brianna Ward! I'm assuming you're Ariel, which means you are my new roommate! What's your major?" Ariel just stared at her like she grew a second head and Bri leaned in. "Sorry, I can be a bit much. I just have a happy personality, and I love meeting new people." Ariel relaxed, and found herself laughing with the blonde. "Yes, I'm Ariel. I'm majoring in Business." Brianna made a fake snoring sound. "Boring!" Ariel just smiled at her. "Oh yeah, what is your major then, missy?" Brianna struck a pose. "Cosmetology." Ariel played along, and looked embarrassed. "Yeaa…I guess I'm just not as cool as you are." The girls stared at each other for a couple seconds before bursting into laughter. They had been best friends since. Ariel was glad to see her past and her present mingling so well. She had hoped that Bri would fit in, but you never know. Hell, she even got along with Dean. While, in her own head, she was still trying to not take shots at him anymore, she was still frustrated, and she wouldn't be forgiving him anytime soon, especially after that comment he had made to her last night. Ariel looked around and saw Sam, Brianna, Jax and Dean talking. She slyly watched Dean as she danced with Anna, and noticed that he kept shooting her glances. She decided she wanted to dance with someone else, and skipped over to their group.

"Jackson! Come dance with me!" Jax laughed at Ariel before saying "Wow, you must be drunk if you want to dance with someone other than Sam." She thought about that statement, and then laughed. She really did only ever dance with Sam. She shrugged, and then put her hands on her waist. "Do you want to dance with me, or not? Cause I can always find someone else to dance with!" She turned away, and laughed when his hands came around her waist. "I always want to dance with you sweetheart, you never want to dance with me." She spun around and grabbed him by his cut. "Well, today's your lucky day, Teller." And then she proceeded to drag him onto the dance floor with her. Brianna had been smirking at Ariel for the entire exchange, but outright laughed when she looked at Dean. He was so jealous it was actually showing on his face. She nudged Sam, and indicated Dean. Sam laughed as well, which finally got Dean's attention and he turned to them with a frown. "What's so funny?" Brianna just shrugged, and turned to watch Ariel and Jax dancing. Sam just shot him a look, and Dean flipped him off. Ariel's back was pressed to Jax's front, and they were talking as well. The picture they made was cozy, and anyone who didn't know them would think they were dating. Jax leaned down and put his mouth to her ear, and she laughed, and Dean got up to walk away.

"So, why me?" Ariel turned to look at him, but turned away when she saw how close he was. Her senses were tingling just being this close to Jax. She had always been attracted to him, but she had been down the road before, and even though she was still attracted to him, she didn't want to go down that road. She shook her head in answer to his question. "I don't know what you are talking about." Jax scoffed before spinning her around so they were chest to chest, and pulling her in tight as they continued to dance. "Why didn't you ask Sam to dance?" She smiled at him. "Bri and Sam need to spend time together. If I could get Dean away from them too, I would. But I figured dancing with you was safer than dancing with Dean. Jax smirked, and brought his lips to her pulse point before slowly dragging them up towards her ear, chuckling at her intake of breath and shiver. "Safer how?" He asked, and Ariel forced the shiver down this time. "I would probably end up killing him. I won't kill you, mores the pity." Jax brought his head up and caught her gaze. He could see the sexual desire at war with her will in her bright brown eyes, and he flicked his gaze to her lips and back up to her eyes. He was acutely aware that at least half the room was watching him dance with the girl everyone in the club considered the "princess of the club" because she was the only girl. He couldn't even begin to tell you how many times he had been warned away from her. "You won't kill me, but you might jump my bones again." Ariel scoffed and rolled her eyes, breaking free of the trance he had seemed to put her in, and stepping back from him a bit. "I didn't jump your bones, you jumped me." Jax laughed at that.

"God, get a room already." Dean mumbled under his breath, watching the pair in the middle of the room. He was pretty sure Jax couldn't get any closer to her, unless they started having sex in the middle of the room, and judging by looks he was giving her, he wouldn't mind that too much. Dean knew what sexual attraction looked like, and she was sending all the vibes, until suddenly, Jax said something, and she stepped back from him. Dean ignored the victorious vibes coursing through him, and watched as she said something that made Jax laugh, and she started laughing too, before they walked back over to the table where they were all sitting. Brianna spoke up as they got closer. "Jesus, I thought you two were going to get a little NC-17 out there." Ariel flipped her off before kissing Jax's cheek. "Thanks for the dance, babe." Jax just nodded before walking over to talk to Juice. Sam turned to Bri and smiled. "Wanna dance?" Brianna smiled back and nodded, and they got up to walk to the dance floor. Ariel realized with a start that she was now sitting alone with Dean. She sighed internally. Great. An opportunity for him to piss her off. He didn't say anything at first; they both just watched the couples on the dance floor. Ariel was watching Sam and Bri sway to the slow song, occasionally laughing at something Sam said to her.

"So, you fucked every guy in here?" There it was. Ariel felt a white hot spurt of anger go through her at his words, but she forced it down, determined to not let him win. She shot him with a reproachful look before turning back to the dance floor, ignoring his question. "I'm just saying. Looked pretty close with the pretty boy over there. Makes a guy wonder." Ariel grit her teeth and counted to ten before she turned to him, meeting his molten green eyes. He looked pissed, but she didn't care. "Do you have some sort of problem with me? Because so far as I can figure, I haven't done anything to warrant your scathing remarks and bad attitude. I don't get you Dean. Maybe you need to get laid, because Jesus Christ your pissy, and I for one, don't have to put up with it." Dean opened his mouth to say something, but she cut him off again. "Or maybe you just like being hit? Because you seem to go out of your way to make me hit you. Well, here's a little insight, Winchester. I don't like you. I don't have to talk to you except for when Clay calls church, and even then, I can act like you don't exist. So why don't you get off your high horse, remove the stick from your ass, and grow up." And with that statement, she got up and walked over to the bar where Chibs and Opie were talking.

Dean sat there for a minute before making a decision. He walked up to her, grabbed her arm, and started to drag her outside. Ariel waved off the guys when they got up to defend her, and let Dean drag her out. This fight had been brewing between them, and it needed to be hashed out, and honestly, she didn't want an audience either. She wasn't surprised when Dean kept walking when they got outside, until they were no longer within earshot of the clubhouse before letting her go, and spinning to face her. Ariel stood there with her arms crossed over her chest, and waited for him to say something, she could tell he wanted to, and for once, she didn't have anything she needed or wanted to say to him. Yet. "I don't have a problem with you, Red." Ariel's eyes widened at the nickname, but she stayed silent. "I know it seems like it, but I don't. I made a comment before I thought about it when we first met, and every time I tried to apologize to you, you were with one of the other guys, so I just never did." Ariel scoffed at that. She knew why he didn't. He didn't want the guys to tease him for being a pussy, which they would have, if they had heard him apologize to her. Dean locked eyes with her. "I should have said it sooner, but I am sorry." At that, Ariel scoffed and cut him off.

"Yeah I could tell that when every time you open your mouth to say something to me, its derogatory, rude and downright mean. Real sorry, Dean. Yeah, I can totally tell." Dean ignored the heavy sarcasm dripping off her words, and instead addressed what she said. "I'm not used to a woman having the balls to stand up to me. Normally I can charm my way out of anything, and I'm definitely not used to one swinging at me-" Ariel snorted at that statement "But you've never had a problem with any of those things, and it threw me off, that's all." Ariel just stared at him before uncrossing her arms and putting them on her hips. "Are you fucking kidding me? You didn't know how to deal with a woman telling it to you like it is, so you became derogatory? Really? That's bullshit, and I suspect you know it, Dean. I don't care what kind of excuses you have to explain your behavior to Sam, or Jax, or hell, even Brianna. But I can assure you, they won't work on me. I am immune to your charm, and I want an honest answer as to why you're so cruel to me. And don't think I haven't noticed that you're only that way to me. I've seen you interact with Cherry, and I know you and Gemma are close. Neither of those girls has a problem telling it like it is." She threw her hands up in frustration. "For fucks sake, you hang out with Brianna! She is basically me! Same height, same bra size, same shoe size same attitude, blonde hair! She has to talk to you the same way I do, yet I don't see you calling her a slut, or anything else! So, I'll ask this one time, and one time only Dean. Why are you so mean to me, and no one else?"

When he just stood there staring at her, she scoffed. "Yeah, that's what I thought." And she turned to walk away from him. "I like you." She stopped and turned towards him. "Say again?" He cleared his throat and said it louder. Ariel stared at him with wide eyes before rolling her eyes to the sky and shaking her head. "What is this? First grade? You pull my hair and push me down because you think I'm cute, but you don't want to be teased for liking a girl?" She shot him a dubious look. "Please. We're adults, and it's not like either of us are virgins. That's bullshit, and I don't want to listen to it." She spun to walk away from him again, and Dean found himself standing there wondering if he had just made it worse. Well, at least he hadn't reached over and kissed her like he wanted to. He was pretty sure she would castrate him, and he didn't want to deal with the royal bitchfit Sam would throw when he found out. He figured the least he could do was try and get her to forgive him.