Chapter 7: Everybody Wants You
"Books?" Fillip 'Chibs' Telford exclaimed as he tore open the bag. The Scot turned to the man on the floor. "What is this?" He asked, pulling the man's collar and dragging him across the floor.
"I read a lot man" he scoffed "Jesus, what did you expect to find?"
Otto pressed his booted foot to the man's chest. "M4's" he aimed his silenced pistol at the poor fool's head.
The man took on a look of understanding. "Shit man, is this about Allard?" He was dragged up by his collar again and set down on a kitchen chair.
"Who are you? What do you know?" Bobby asked, scratching his head through his ski mask.
"My names Tommy Venti. Allard, he bought a bunch of rifles from these idiots out of Charming." The three bikers restrained themselves from hitting the man before he finished. "Then he got some guys together, I was one of them" the man was shaking as he recounted the last week. "Anyway, I backed out after I saw those guns man. I'm not that kind of guy. I heard Allard got killed this morning." He shook his head quickly "That's all I know man, I swear."
"Shit" Chibs swore, knocking over the table with his hand. He pressed the gun to Tommy's head "Where are the guns?" he growled out, almost ready to blow the man's head off.
"I don't know man, like I said, I backed out." He was sweating bullets, trying not to shit himself. "You could try the storage lot, in Stockton."
"What lot?" Otto asked.
"Stockton, West Fremont Street" Tommy breathed out "Okay, that's all I know."
Otto let go of the man, walking over to Bobby and Chibs. "What are we doing here?" Bobby asked.
"Just leave him" Otto said, "He wasn't at the bank, didn't see our faces."
Chibs poked him with the gun again. "You never saw us, Tommy-boy. You're just gonna fall asleep like this was a bad dream."
Jax parked his bike and let the engine die, it purred slightly and switched off. Tara took the helmet off and handed it to him. "Thanks for the loan" she giggled Oh my god did I really just giggle? She thought as she mentally kicked herself.
Did she just giggle? Jax laughed to himself as she got off of his bike. "Thanks for such a good time." he said, dismounting himself and walking her to the door.
"Thanks for getting me into an R rated movie" Tara chuckled.
"You looked like you were gonna hurl during that little interrogation scene." Jax smirked as they walked up the driveway.
"Well what do you expect?" she said "They put that guy's head in a vise"
Jax laughed as they walked up the stone steps. "I had fun tonight" he said
"So did I. Good movie, nice conversation, good food." Tara said, taking a step inside, unsure of what to do or say next. She hung onto one of her arms awkwardly, trying to decide how she would say goodbye. Jax made the decision for her, leaning in slightly.
Oh God, is he going to… her head exploded with extreme thoughts as all the blood in her body rushed to her face and she blushed the deepest of reds. Jax planted a small kiss on her cheek, leaving a small white mark in the middle of all the red.
"Thanks again." He smirked as he walked back down the drive. Even though it didn't seem possible, Tara blushed deeper as Jax strutted his confident walk. Nice butt, she found herself thinking, before mentally stabbing herself in the throat. Her date climbed back onto his motorcycle and started it, the bike roared with intensity that unsettled Tara as Jax rode away into the dusk of the late evening.
Jax dismounted his bike and walked across the lot into the clubhouse. He pushed open the door, which swung open quickly and let out light into the dim parking lot. The young blonde closed the door and walked over to the bar, where Opie was sitting, guzzling down tequila.
"Hey man" Jax walked up to him and went around the bar, grabbing a beer. "It's a Tuesday you know"
"Your point is?" Opie asked before swallowing another gulp.
"School tomorrow" Jax took a sip of his beer. "Junior year is almost over brother, might as well be sober for it."
"I might not be there to see it at all." Opie said as the tequila dripped down his beard.
Jax scowled "What's that supposed to mean?"
He took a second before replying, fire seemed to burn in his eyes as he took his beanie off, letting his red hair flow free. Opie ran a hand through his hair and sighed "My mom's divorcing my dad and she's leaving Charming."
Jax's heart skipped a beat when Opie finished his sentence. "Shit" was all he could say as he grabbed the tequila bottle and gulped a portion down. "How'd this happen?"
"Don't know" He said "I guess it's been coming for a while. Piney's always up at the cabin and Mary won't stop crying about everything to do with the club."
"Well, what's going to happen with you?" Jax asked him, taking the bottle in his own hand. He poured the tequila into a shot glass and pressed it to his lips, and gulped it down fast. He shook his head and wanted to smile, but scowled when Opie talked about his mother again.
"She's taking me to Mirada."
"She can't do that" Jax said "You belong here, with me, and Piney, Clay, and Chibs, and Tig, and Otto, and the rest of the goddamn club"
"If the court rules in her favor, and they won't rule in Piney's, I have no choice man."
Jax did another shot. "Shit. Okay, fine, if that's how you have to go…" He walked over to the exit of the clubhouse and looked outside. Running back in, he tapped Opie on the arm as his friend was raising his glass for another sip. "Is anyone in the garage, or in the clubhouse right now?"
"Jimmy's cleaning up in the garage" Opie stopped, hearing the roar of a car engine "Well, Jimmy's gone. No one else here, maybe Tig. Thought I saw him in his room."
Jax ran around the corner and down the hall. "WHAT are you doing?" Opie yelled after him as he rounded his father's bike. Jax bolted into Tig's room. "Damn Tig."
Alexander Trager was laid out on his bed his pants around his ankles. He was face down, his bare bottom facing the ceiling. Tig was snoring lightly and his left hand was covered in… well… man juices. A thick joint was still burning in his right hand, the smell of Mary Jane filled the air in the room. Jax grabbed the cannabis cigarette from Tig's hand and (Making sure it was clean) put it in his mouth. "Jesus Tig." He took a long drag off the joint and looked in the bathroom, a naked croweater was sitting there, sprawled out on the bathroom floor, hanging onto the toilet. A pink, ribbed dildo was sitting in her hand. "I really hope that was being used on you." Jax chuckled as he left the room, locking the door behind him.
"Here" he handed the joint to Opie "TIg's passed out, croweater in the bathroom." Opie took a drag off of the joint and leaned back. "What are you doing?" he asked again.
"How many bottles do you think are back there?" Jax asked his best friend, Opie turned and looked in the bar.
"Bar's fully stocked." Opie said, "Won't need more for a few weeks. Why?"
Jax gave nothing in response, staring at the telephone sitting on the edge of the bar. His eyes shifted suspiciously from the joint in Opie's hand, to the bottles behind him, and to the phone on the bar. "That tears it" Jax grabbed the phone from the cradle.
Ten seconds into the first ring, Jax spoke "Yo, it's Jax" He waited for the response. "It's time" He said "We've been talking about it for a while" He grabbed the joint from Opie and took a drag. "Yes I know it's a Tuesday, just do it" he hung the phone up and turned to Op.
"We've got work to do bro"
An hour later, the clubhouse was no longer still at all. It was practically on fire, the rock music blasting so loud it was hard to think to yourself, let alone yell at the person sitting next to you. Most of the lights were shut off, Jax's strobe lights being brought in to make the place look even more hip. Jax had warned everyone not to touch any SAMCRO shit, and had moved most of the important things off of the walls and into the chapel, which was again, locked away by Jax. People were drinking and smoking all over the place, not caring where they laughed or fornicated with their classmates. Teens hooking up in several different corners. Girls, some still sober, others completely wasted, strutted around in skimpy mini skirts and tight dresses, looking for a young man's lap to sit on. Opie had a bottle of beer in one hand, and a girl in the other. She clung to him, wrapping her arms around his muscled exterior. She kissed at his chest as he tried to remember her name. she ran her hands up and down his chest, under his shirt. And trailed down to his pants, reaching underneath them and grabbing fiercly.
"There we go" Opie pulled her hand out of his jeans and scooped her up. The girl squealed as Opie carried her into the hallway. Passing him, Jax tapped him on the back and smiled. "Enjoy the ride" He laughed as he walked back into the party after leaving Tig's room to check on him again, thankfully Trager was still passed out.
Jax entered the party as the music got louder. The sounds of Billy Squier filled his ears.
YOU SEE EM' COMING AT YOU EVERY NIGHT
Jax strolled over to the bar and did a shot of vodka, the thick alcohol burned his throat and made his empty belly warm again.
STRUNG ON PRETENSION, THEY FALL FOR YOU AT FIRST SIGHT
He looked over across the room, to see a familiar girl dancing there, beer in hand, a flimsy shirt the only thing keeping her breasts restrained. She was staring right at him, never moving her gaze.
YOU KNOW THEIR BUSINESS, YOU THINK IT'S A BORE
The girl's long legs hit the ground, the footsteps not even audible as she did so. Jax swallowed another shot in anticipation.
THEY MAKE YOU RESTLESS, IT'S NOTHING YOU AIN'T SEEN BEFORE
She leaned into his ear, kissing him on the cheek. "I love your eyes" She stated, "I'm Alex"
GET AROUND TOWN, SPEND YOUR TIME ON THE RUN
Jax remembered her now, she was in the parking lot outside Lin's restaurant in San Francisco. With Tara.
YOU NEVER LET DOWN SAY YOU DO IT FOR FUN
Tara, what would she think about this, one of her friend's, wrapping her hands around his hard member over his pants. Were they a thing now, him and that shy little girl, or was it just a mindless little date. He liked her sure, but, well…
NEVER MISS A PLAY, THOUGH YOU MAKE QUITE A FEW
He brought her to the other bedroom, the one next to the one occupied by Opie and his 'friend'. He shut the door and locked it, pulling off his cut and draping it carefully on the chair next to the desk. "Your wearing too many clothes Alex." He said, almost ripping off his blue check shirt and throwing it aside. Her shirt and bra joined his shoes and pants. They both stood there, their most private parts hidden by their underwear.
YOU GIVE IT ALL AWAY
They pulled off the rest of their clothes, falling onto the bed, rustling up the covers and flopping around roughly. Their lips met fiercely, pressed together. She grabbed him hard and begged for his entrance. The music was muffled but still audible as he thrusted inside.
EVERYBODY WANTS YOU!
Tig Trager woke up in a daze. He pulled his face off of the pillow and let out a deep breath. His room was in disarray, and he barely ever used it. He wondered if Brittany was still in the bathroom. Then he looked to his right hand, and he suddenly realized why his bed was so wet. His hand was soaking in a bucket of warm water.
"What the fuck" he stated as he pulled his hand out of the water. He looked at his other hand, covered in… well… his seed.
"What the fuck" he got up and pulled his underwear and pants over his naked legs. He grabbed an old shirt and wiped off his left hand. He looked into the bathroom. Brittany was laying there, vomit coving the floor. She obviously hadn't made an attempt to get anything inside the toilet.
"What the fuck" He found himself saying again as he left the bath room. "The hell happened?" he checked his watch, it was close to one in the morning. Everyone must have gone home. But, there was a pounding vibration hitting the walls. A loud booming shook the room, even the lamp on the table shuttered.
Tig opened the door and was encountered by extremely loud music, it made his hung over head crumble at the very sound. People were running around in the bar room, drinking, smoking, hooking up. Only this party wasn't club sanctioned. Because everyone except him was a teenager.
"What the fuck!?"