3 more repos and 4 hours later, AJ and Juice were back at Teller-Morrow. Juice climbed down from the tow truck with a weary look on his face. "Looks like Juicy boy enjoyed his day with AJ" Chibs said to Jax. "Poor kid, never knew what he was getting into, did he?" Jax asked in return. AJ jumped down, looking as cheerful as ever, obviously knowing that no one had prepared Juice for her personality. "Tell me you didn't scare him too bad AJ" Jax said to her. "Nah, I didn't give him the full AJ experience. I don't think he's ready for that quiet yet" was her answer.
Back inside the clubhouse, Juice was helping set up for the festivities that night. AJ walked inside, to offer her help in the preparation. She had been informed that some of the Nomads and some of the Tacoma charter were coming in. Setting about restocking the beer and ensuring there were enough bottles of liquor to suffice, AJ worked silently beside Juice and the prospect, Half Sack, for the next 2 hours. Once the beer was iced, Half Sack was called away to do some lowly prospect duty, leaving AJ and Juice alone, again. "So, Juice, are you normally this quiet, or are you making a special effort for me?" "Um, I, um" Juice nervously stuttered. "It's ok Juice, I don't bite, you know, unless you like that sort of thing" AJ said flirtatiously. Juice's face reddened a bit, clearly not being used to this type of normal interaction with a girl as beautiful as AJ. "I'm not really used to talking to women, especially not women whose father could probably have me killed and it would never be noticed." "Well, I wouldn't be too worried about him killing you, I wouldn't have him kill anybody that I like as much as I like you." Juice blushed again and started to move a little bit closer to AJ. Suddenly, the clubhouse door banged open, and Chibs walked in. AJ and Juice jumped back from each other, both afraid of what Chibs might think was going on.
"AJ, come ere lass" Chibs called. Moving from her spot behind the bar, AJ walked over to the Scotsman. "Listen, the Tacoma boys are bringin' in a prospect, claims he's a really good fighter. You still keeping up with the training we did?" "Yea, I've been keeping up with the training. What's up?" "Well, Kozik thinks that this prospect is the best fighter he's ever seen, and so they've decided to put 50 grand up on the fight. They said to get our best fighter, that he could beat him. Guess Kozik forgot how well trained a fighter you are." Hearing the loud rumble of a large group of Harley's pull up out front, AJ said "Well, guess I should go get ready then." With that, AJ walked back to the dorm rooms, to shower, change and stretch out for the fight.
Back out front, Chibs and Juice were sitting at the bar, conversing over a beer. "So lad, what do you think of AJ?" "Um, well, she's not like any girl I've ever met before. She's definitely something." "Aye, lad, that she is. But don't let that sweet looking exterior fool you. AJ is as dangerous as they get. That girl can take care of herself with no problem. Can't wait to see her in the ring tonight. Gonna be quite a sight." "Yea, and the 50 grand will be a nice cushion, too."
Later that night, the booze and the women were flowing freely, and everyone was in a joyous mood. AJ was sitting with Jax and Opie, talking animatedly about having to help Kozik ditch some clingy sweetbutt. Kozik was trying to explain how he saw it, when the prospect walked up with Happy. AJ looked up and gave Happy a slight smile. Happy looked a little shocked to see her sitting there, then realization dawned on his face. He knew who prospect would be fighting, and suddenly, he didn't like his prospect's odds of winning. The prospect was a guy with a smaller build. He wasn't much taller than AJ's 5'4" and only had about 30 pounds on her. He spoke first to Jax. "Are we going to get this fight started or what?" "Uh, yea" Jax said "but you're not fighting me, your opponent is already in the ring." The prospect looked over his shoulder to see AJ in the ring, bouncing from foot to foot rapidly, getting her adrenaline going. "This is a joke right, you guys don't really expect me to fight some crow-eater, do you?' asked the prospect. Happy grabbed him hard on the shoulder and spun him around. "That right there is no crow-eater. That is the daughter of Otto Delaney, and one of the best fighters I've ever seen." The prospect climbed cautiously into the ring, where AJ was waiting in the corner, with Chibs, who seemed to be readying her for the fight. Tig was standing in the middle of the ring, ready to referee this fight. The bell rang and AJ came out swinging. She used her speed and the prospect's size to her advantage. Her first blow connected with his jaw and sent him staggering backward. He came back swinging, his fist connecting first with her ribs, then her cheek. The second blow cause a cut and AJ could feel the blood trickling down her cheek. Juice looked on with a sudden, unexplainable rage against the prospect. The blood made its way to the corner of AJ's mouth. Sticking her tongue out, AJ licked the stray blood away, and at once, her stance changed. Happy immediately knew what was coming. The next barrage of attacks from AJ sent the prospect reeling and bouncing off the ropes. The taste of her own blood seemed to only further enrage AJ. Instead of allowing the prospect to regain his footing, AJ went in for the kill. Blow after blow connected with the prospect's body and head. Soon enough, the bell rang, and Chibs was entering the ring to pull AJ back.
"Ok lass, calm down, ye won!" Chibs was shouting to AJ. The prospect regained his footing as AJ was climbing down out of the ring and heading inside to tend to her wounds. Juice stood up to follow, hoping to be able to assist her. Slinking down out of the ring, the prospect also made his way inside. Once inside, Juice walked back to the dorm room that AJ was occupying. He knocked on the door hesitantly. "Come in" called AJ. Juice walked inside. AJ was in the bathroom, cleaning the cut on her cheek. "Here, let me" Juice said, grabbing the cotton ball and the bottle of iodine. Pressing the cotton ball to the cut, Juice spoke. "That was some pretty good fighting out there. Never would have believed a girl could put down a guy like you did." "I think he may have cracked a rib or two" AJ said, wincing when Juice set about bandaging the cut. Putting a bit of pressure on her side, AJ said, "yep, definitely cracked. Can you see if Chibs has some bandages?" As if he had been summoned, Chibs walked in, carrying bandages. "Thought ye might need these. That was a pretty nasty shot you took to the ribs, ye alright lass?" "Yea, just a couple of cracked ribs. Juice here was about to come and get the bandages. Thank you, Chibs." "No problem lass" said Chibs, as he set the bandages down on the bed and walked out.
After tightly wrapping her ribs, AJ and Juice walked back into the bar to grab some beers and enjoy the party. "That gash is lucky I was taking it easy on her" the prospect was bragging to some crow eater, who was looking on with slight amazement. Juice rounded the corner in time to hear the prospect making that statement. The rage he felt earlier returned, much stronger this time. Juice set down his beer on table and apologized to AJ for cutting their conversation short. He grabbed the prospect up by his collar, looking him in the eye, and said "What was that, prospect? Bad mouth her one more time, and you're going to need more than a few bandages." "Yea, well, that gash" he started. Before he had time to finish the sentence, Juice laid into him, unleashing all the rage he had felt toward the prospect. Within seconds, the prospect was a bloodied, limp mess on the floor. Realizing what was going on, AJ jumped to her feet, and forced her way through the crowd that had gathered around the pair of bikers. Hearing the whispering of what the prospect had said about her, and Juice's reaction to it made AJ feel a certain admiration for the mohawked biker. There was also something else stirring in AJ at the sight of Juice beating the prospect senseless. Something she hadn't felt in quite a long time. Lust.
