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An entire month had passed and everyone was trying to cope the best they can. Opie had disappeared to grieve on his own. The kids spend half their time with Mary, the other half with Piney. Emily had stuck around his house, hoping for her brother to come home, but when she got tired of waiting for him she decided to help at Teller Morrow. Gemma was busy taking care of baby Abel, so she welcomed any help she could get. Whenever she wasn't in the office or in the clubhouse, Emily would stay at the house with Mary. They didn't completely get along, but managed to stay civil in front of the kids.
"It's been more than a month, why haven't you left town yet?" Emily sighed. She had done her best to avoid this conversation, but the kids were at school and Mary decided it was time to get some answers. Shit
"I called my job, asked for some more time. It's no proble-" Emily body jumped as Mary slammed her hand down on the kitchen table. It was a miracle she didn't break the worn out piece of furniture.
"I want you out of this town. You don't belong here!" her mother cut her off. Just tell her… Emily thought to herself, wanting to make her mother stop complaining."You have to go back. What about your job, huh? You can't jus-" this time, it was Emily who cut Mary off.
"I quit my job." Her mother stood silent and stared at her. It was true. After Donna's funeral, Emily had decided to take her sister-in-law's last advice to her; transfer to St. Thomas and be closer to her family. It wasn't the easiest decision, but she spent night and day thinking about it for two weeks straight before making the call to Washington. Sure, the hospital tried to convince her to change her mind, but they ultimately let her go. The supervisors had said they would fax over her transcripts, recommendations and whatever else she needed to St Thomas, and that was all she could have asked for.
If letting go of her job wasn't hard enough, she had to break the news to Kozik and Kim. Being the supportive friends they were, they didn't give her a hard time. Kozik had said he'd visit whenever he had the chance to. Kim promised to start sending Emily the rest of her clothes and possessions. Knowing Piney would be more understanding about this news, he was the first to know. He even offered to help her look for an apartment she was able afford until she got a job. Still staring at her, it was obvious Mary's reaction was the exact opposite from her father's.
"What the hell do you mean you quit?" Mary's small blues eyes almost seemed to jump out of her eye sockets. This wasn't the way she planned on telling her mother, but she knew it would have happened soon anyway.
Just as Emily was about to answer her mother, she heard a motorcycle outside the house. She took this opportunity to rush past her mother and walk through the garage and into the front yard. Her brother pulled his bike up the driveway, rolling it back down behind his truck. She jogged up to him and gave him a long embrace. You're finally home. Opie patted her back, signaling her to let go. When she pulled away, she couldn't help but give him a shrug. "Sorry."
He climbed off his bike, taking off his backpack and massaged his neck with his large hand. "It's okay." It seemed as though he had gotten taller since the last time she had seen him. It probably didn't help that she was at least half his size.
She looked down at his backpack, ready to burst open. "What's that?" She didn't want to ask how he was doing emotionally; he was just going to shrug her off anyways. He was never the one to open up to his little sister. He always thought he should be the strong, big brother everyone expected him to be.
"Just something i found while i was away." He heaved it over his shoulder and nodded toward the garage. "A little side project."
She followed him into the garage, where he spilled metal parts of what seemed to be apart of an old motorcycle across the table. Like her father and brother, Emily loved motorcycles. Growing up with a bunch of bikers influenced her interests in all the different types of bikes they rode. But of course, she her mother never let her lay one hand on the handlebars.
"Guess this is you're older version of Legos?" Opie smirked at this, rubbing his neck some more before nodding his head. "Too bad this 'side project' won't last you too long. You can finish this in one week." He let out a tired laugh and he started to assemble the pieces together.
Mary stepped inside the garage and mimicked Emily's greeting to Opie. "Want me to fix you up something to eat?" Trying to be a good mother. Mary had messed up on raising both Emily and Opie, now she was trying to make up for it by being there for them now. It's not working. Emily thought as she stepped aside, taking a look at them both.
"No, I'm good, Ma. Thanks." He mumbled before he turned away from her and continued to put together the old motorcycle in front of him. He wasn't falling for his mother's bullshit either. He really didn't care. Opie had soo much on his mind; the club, his kids, the death of his wife. Everyone just needed to give him his space.
Mary nodded her head before her eyes flew up to meet Emily's. She could tell her mother was planning on giving her a big lecture the very second they would be alone. "I'll be inside." Emily wasn't sure who she directed this to, but simply nodded her head. Their mother dismissed herself and walked out of the garage and into the house.
"I sense some tension." Opie stated, taking a glance at his little sister. "Something happen between you two?" Emily laughed at this. Is it really that obvious? She shrugged her shoulders and took a seat on a near-by stool.
"Just disapproving of everything i do, like always." Emily sighed and stared her brother's back. The reaper from his cut stared back at her; covered in dirt but not half as worn out as her father's patches. "I decided to stay. Permanently." This got her brother's attention as he turned to face her, a questionable look on his face. She shrugged again. "I'm transferring to St. Thomas soon. I want be home."
Opie's green eyes looked at the ground for what felt like forever before he looked back up to her. What are you thinking? Emily stared back at him, waiting for his response. "If that's what you really want," he turned back around and once again started to work on the old bike's frame "Then it's fine with me." Emily sat quietly after that, just staring at her brother as he worked. It didn't take him long to set it up, but there was a lot of work left to be done.
A motorcycle soon appeared in the driveway; Emily immediately recognized the bike and its rider. Opie walked towards Jax and shared a hug, patting each other on the backs before pulling apart. "It's good to see you brother." She overheard her brother murmur to his best friend. Jax mumbled back a quick "Yeah" before looking up at Emily, giving her a quick nod. "Hey, Em."
"Hi, Jax." She gave him a quick smile as she stood up from her seat and headed toward the house, wanting to give them some privacy. She walked into the living room to retrieve her bag, a sudden vibrating sound coming from within it. She shoved her hand into it, pulling out her phone to see an unread text message. "Finish up that paperwork at TM for me?" She read the text message from Gemma aloud before she replied. "Anything for the Queen." she snickered and threw the phone back into her bag. She looked down at the clothes she was wearing, debating whether or not she should change. She wore a black tank top with tight fitting jeans, along with her black boots. She slung the bag's handle over her shoulder as her mother approached her.
"Heading out?" Mary already knew the answer, but Emily played along and nodded her head. "Why don't you help out around here before helping out those worthless mechanics?" She spat out. Emily rolled her eyes and headed back out the garage, not bothering to answer her mother.
"Sorry to interrupt," she said as she quickly passed the two tall men. "But can one of you give me a lift to TM? Have to take care of some things at the office." Opie agreed by giving her a quick nod as his eyes darted toward Mary, who greeted Jax. "I'll be out front." Emily quickly walked over to her brother's bike, leaning on the parked truck. Just a few seconds later, Opie marched toward her, digging out a helmet from his saddlebag and handing it to her.
"Let's go." Was all he said as he jumped on the bike, turning on the engine as he waiting for Emily to climb onto the bike. She strapped on the helmet and sat on the passenger seat, placing her hands on her brother's shoulders. Opie didn't bother to wait for Jax and just sped down the road.
As soon as they arrived at TM, she hopped off the bike and shook her hair free of any tangles as she took off the helmet. "So you've been helping out Gemma with the office, huh?" Opie asked, jumping off his bike and fixing the beanie on his head. "Or is it just an excuse to avoid mom?" He was trying to make small talk, but his tired face suggested he didn't really want to go into detail with her problems with their mother. That would have been a long conversation.
She shoved her hands into the front pockets of her jeans and shrugged. "Could you blame me?" The loud roar of Jax and her father's bikes entered the lot. Taking a quick look around her, she noticed all the bikes lined up next to each other. Must be having a meeting. Everyone had been awaiting Opie's arrival, so it wasn't a surprise to see all the guys starting to walk out of the clubhouse. Emily took a step backwards toward the garage. "I'll be in the office. Let me know if you need anything?" Opie merely nodded his head and took a slow step towards Clay, who was leading the rest of the guys out into the lot.
She walked passed Piney and Jax, giving them both a small smile as she made her way into the office. She shut the door, and slowly let herself sink into the uncomfortable chair positioned in front of the desk. Staring at the piles and piles of paperwork made her head hurt. They might not have had many customers that morning, but there was still a lot of things to take care of when it came down to the office work. This is too much. She sighed and slowly started to rearrange all of the documents in front of her.
"Hey, baby girl." She looked up from the desk to see Gemma walking into the small office with a stroller. She kicked the door shut, keeping one hand on the stroller and kept rocking it back and forth. "Can't thank you enough for helping out here. I have my hands full with this little guy."
How long have I been here? Emily stood up and stepped toward the stroller, peering into it. Baby Abel was quietly sucking on his bottle; his baby blue eyes staring up at her. "How's the little man doing?" She extended a hand and gently stroked the baby's delicate cheek, earning a smile in return.
"Just came back from his check up. He's tough. Tara says he's doing great." Gemma grabbed a handkerchief and wiped Abel's mouth clean. He squirmed away from his grandmother's hand and continued to drink his milk. Emily smiled at the little boy, pulling down his little SOA beanie over his small head.
"That's good to hear." She sighed as she sat back down behind the desk, grimley staring down at all the paperwork. "I've been working on all this for the past half hour. It never seems to end." She shoved files back into the cabinet and continued to sort through the remaining papers.
"You'll have the rest of the night off. We're throwing Bobby a 'Welcome Home' party tonight." Emily's head shot up as Gemma said this. He's finally getting out? Bobby had been in jail since the day she had arrived in Charming, and truth be told, she missed him terribly. She let out a smile at the thought of finally seeing him. "What's that big smile for? Bobby's homecoming?" Her lips curled into a smirk. "Or are you excited to guzzle down some booze and get handsy with the Puerto Rican?"
Emily felt her eyes widen as she stared at Gemma, completely shocked. She felt her face starting to burn up.
"G-Gemma!" she exclaimed, trying to hide her embarrassed face behind the piles of paperwork.
"What? I've noticed the way he looks at you whenever you're around. Or when you two hang around the club house. I'm not blind." Gemma wasn't completely lying. During Emily's time at Teller-Morrow, she would usually be accompanied by Juice. Ever since Donna's accident, they had grown to be comfortable with each other, but to think that they would feel each other up? Gemma was exaggerating.
Yeah, right. "It's not like that." Emily stated, not sure if she was trying to convince Gemma or herself at that point. The older women let out a laugh and slowly started to push the stroller out of the office, glancing back at her temporary filing assistant one last time.
"I'm not trying to stop you. All I'm saying is I doubt Piney or Mary would want another grandkid any time soon. ESPECIALLY if it comes from that little computer nerd." That smirk was still plastered across her face as she exited the room. Emily shook her head and stared down at the desk. The amount of paperwork was ridiculous.
"Fuck this." she muttered under her breath as she stored away all the work she completed and shoved the rest of it aside. She stretch her arms out in front of her and laid them on the desk, putting her head down. She closed her eyes and let out a slow breath. I should find other things to do. I'm tired of being a secretary. She listened to the ticking of the clock on the wall, until the sound eventually started to fade, and she drifted off into sleep.
"Hey, wake up." Emily heard someone whisper into her ear as they gently shook her shoulder. "Come on. Seriously, wake up!" the person continued to shake her shoulder. She groaned, trying to mumble a 'stop' but failed miserably. She lifted her head, a yawn escaping her lips. "It's about time. The party already started! You're missing it!"
She slowly looked up and stared at the blue eyed boy who was beaming a big grin down at her. "HalfSack, what the hell?" She leaned back on the chair she had fallen asleep in. She let out another low groan as her back and shoulders started to throb. She looked around the room and noticed how dark it had gotten; the only dim light coming from the open door. She heard people chattering and rock music playing in the distance. "What time is it?"
The big grin still plastered on his face as he shrugged. "Doesn't matter, the party started! Have you been asleep in here the entire time?" Emily nodded her head, earning a chuckle from the young man. He ran a hand through his sandy blonde hair, turning back to look out the door, then quickly looking back at Emily. "Come one, let's head out there."
Emily stood up grabbed her bag before following HalfSack out the door. During her slumber, she had managed to tune out the loud music that was playing and the rumbling of motorcycles owned by the countless out-of-state patched members that had shown up. She started to get self-unconscious once she spotted all the crow eaters with their tight fitting, revealing clothing. The eyeliner she had put on earlier was probably smudged and she regretted not changing into something with a bit more style; she felt out of place.
"Can i get you a drink?" HalfSack offered as they walked toward the clubhouse. She eyed him as he smiled at her, a little bounce in his step. He seemed a little too happy walking along side her. She nodded her head and flashed him a small smile. "I'll be right back!" he skipped away and disappeared into the clubhouse, leaving her surrounded by a bunch of strangers.
"What did you say to him? He's smiling from ear to ear!" She turned her head and watched as Juice make his way toward her. He had his own bottle of beer in one hand, taking a sip from it when he finally reached her. She stared at him for a second, taking in his appearance. He wore a dark brown shirt underneath his cut, his mohawk was clean cut like it always was. She couldn't help but think about what Gemma had said to her earlier, and she had to admit, she wouldn't mind having on one-time-fling with this guy. He was definitely attractive. "Where have you been all day, anyways?" Her thoughts were interrupted.
"In the office. I sorta...fell asleep." She mumbled, clearly embarrassed about being hidden away in the garage. She nodded her head toward the clubhouse. "HalfSack woke me up and offered to get me a drink." Hearing this, Juice's brown eyes looked down at her, raising an eyebrow at her. She stared back at him, cocking her head to the side. "What?"
Juice laughed and bumped his shoulder to hers. "He likes you." he let out another laugh as Emily's eyes widened. She quickly shook her head at him. "He wouldn't be dancing off to get you a drink if he didn't." HalfSack is just being nice. Before she could respond, Juice raised his arm to point at HalfSack, who was coming toward them with a bottle of beer in each hand. Juice gulped down whatever beer he had left and snatched a bottle from the prospect when he reached them. "Thanks, man." Juice popped off the top and took a swig, immediately giving him a smirk.
"You're...welcome. I guess." Emily could hear the disappointment in his voice, but it quickly disappeared when he faced her with a smile. "Here you go, Emily." She accepted the cold beverage, giving him a small smile. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the smirk still planted on Juice's face as he stared at them.
"Glad you've decided to join us, sweetheart!" Chibs marched his way over to Emily and swung his arm around her shoulders. He chugged his beer down and drew her in closer, pointing a finger at HalfSack, then to Juice. "Are these bastards giving you a hard time, darlin'? You let me know and i'll set their asses straight!"
She laughed and padded the man's back, retreating from his close embrace. "Thanks Scotty, but they weren't bothering me. If they do, you'll be the first to know." She gave the guys a sweet smile, earning a nervous laugh from HalfSack and a grin from Juice. Chibs placed a sloppy kiss on her cheek while flipping off the guys, clearly sending a message to back off. Emily threw her head back and laughed; he was the same playful Scotsman she remembered and had always loved.
As her laughter died down, a silver car pulled into the lot, immediately grabbing everybody's attention. Four men stepped out of the car simultaneously, three of the men wearing button up shirts while one wore a suit. "Garage is closed." Clay stated as he walked toward the men, Tig marching right along side him. What the hell is this? She stared at the man that stood out the most, the one who was covered in tattoos. She had never seen these men around before, so what were they doing here?
"We're not here for, uh, car repairs." The suited man spoke loudly, making the guys around her tense up. Hearing this, Chibs cursed under breath, slowly walking next to the group of men that now stood in front of SAMCRO's President. Juice quickly set his beer down at the near by bench and made his way besides Clay, soon joined by Happy and Opie.
Gemma popped up beside Emily, staring down at the men her husband was talking to. "Guests?" She muttered sarcastically, placing a hand on her hip as she watched them all.
"More like trouble." Emily answered, crossing her arms. The man covered in tattoos looked over toward the women, giving them a glare. Emily gave him a hard stare, determined not to let him see how scared she actually felt. Gemma glanced over at him, also giving him a stern look, until he focused his attention at the guys once again. Everyone in the lot stared at the group of men, wondering what was happening during the middle of their party.
Clay circled the man in the suit like a vulture, exchanging words with him, but of course, Emily couldn't hear any of it. She didn't need to hear the conversation to know these men were causing trouble for the club. Tig confirmed her suspicions as he pulled out his gun, ready to shoot. For whatever reason, the trigger-happy Sergeant at Arms didn't need to use the gun. After a few seconds, the suited man leaned down and placed a small wooden box at Clay's feet before turning around and retreating to his car.
Gemma took a step forward to get to Clay, but was cut off by a man with a white button up shirt. He had been standing next to the man Emily only assumed to be the leader of the group. "Sorry, ma'am." He said, standing in front of her for a second before stepping back. He glanced at Emily before two patched members from a different charter stepped in front of her, making the man edge his was way back to his car. As soon as it began, the men were back in their car, slowly backing out of the lot.
"Come with me." Juice appeared next to her, clasping his hand around her forearm to lead her into the clubhouse. She heard someone scoff loudly, and turned her head to look at two girls who wore a disgusted look on their faces. Their hair was dyed all sorts of colors, their makeup done dark and heavily. Emily had never met them before, so what was the big deal? Their eyes glanced at Juice, then quickly back to her, giving her yet another disapproving look. Seriously? This isn't fucking High School. Grow up. Emily couldn't suppress her laughter, which only made them roll their eyes at her before she followed Juice through the door.
"What was that all about?" She whispered to Juice, who had let go of her arm, assuming she would continue to follow him. They passed by groups of men huddled around the stripper pole where a blonde crow eater danced for them in her skimpy clothes. Juice reached under the bar and pulled out his laptop before nodding toward the back of the clubhouse, the dorms.
"Dude with the suit wants us to..." he trailed off, taking a glance at her, still unsure of how much he could really tell her. "...end our business with some of the MCs up north." They walked into one of the dorms, its walls decorated with Sons of Anarchy memorabilia and swim suit models. Juice sat down on the bed while Emily remained standing, not wanting to know if the bed's sheets were clean or not. Fuck it. She sat next to Juice, crossing her legs as she tried to get comfortable.
She peered down at the card that Juice held out in front of him, the name Ethan Zobelle was printed on it, in bold letters. Impeccable Smokes? "Why would a cigar shop owner want SAMCRO to stop distributing guns? Who the hell is this guy?" Juice glanced at her again, then merely shrugged. She knew what the club was all about; what they did for a living. There was no use lying to her.
"Don't know." He answered honestly and continued to open and close servers on his laptop.
"I guess i'll just keep you company then." She took a sip from her beer and hopped off the bed, "Work your magic, hacker." She laughed and decided to study the walls as Juice did his thing on the computer. Besides the naked women, she would see photographs of patched members from other charters. She even spotted an old photo of Piney and J.T. back in the their earlier years. She still remembered all the stories her father use to tell her about Uncle J.T. but of course, he always avoided talking about any of the club's business.
Emily could feel Juice staring at her, but she tried to play it cool. She kept on walking around the room, staring at all the pictures until she heard the tapping noises stop. She looked up to see Juice standing up from the bed. "Bobby should be here soon, let's head outside." He shut his laptop and put it under his arm, walking towards the door.
"Is that it?" She didn't expect him to be finished so quickly. She wasn't sure what information he was looking for, but she was sure he would've taken a lot longer.
"Not like I could concentrate with you constantly walking around the room. It was distracting."
Emily felt her face burn up as she stared at Juice, who stood by the open door, waiting for her. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." she trailed off, not knowing what to say. She felt like a 5 year old, being scolded for no sitting still.
Juice let out a laugh, shaking his head at her. "I'm kidding. I found everything that I needed." He stood by the door, waiting for Emily to walk out of the room, but when she didn't take a step forward, he let out a big grin. "Come on, I said I was kidding!" He reached over to her and placed a hand on her lower back, gently edging her start walking. "Let's go." he laughed again. Jerk. She sighed, finally giving in and walked out the door.
Juice stopped by the bar to get them a beer, and snatched what appeared to be a cut, from the club hang-around before heading outside. As soon as they stepped outside, a car pulled into the parking lot. Thankfully, it wasn't the same silver car that had appeared a short while ago.
Everyone howled with excitement and marched toward the car just as Bobby emerged from the back seat. He turned his back toward his brothers as Juice slid on his cut; Chibs, Happy, Tig and Opie surrounded him, patting his back and shouting in his ear. "BOBBY!" Clay exclaimed, giving him a tight embrace before letting him go and leading him to clubhouse.
Emily took a step forward, into his view, before she saw Bobby's smile turn into a big grin. He looked over to Piney, who gave him a shrug, and looked back at her with open arms. "Oh, Darlin'" was all he said and gave her a hug. "Glad you're home!" he kissed her cheek before letting go, dragging an arm over her shoulders. "Let's go take some shots to celebrate!" They all laughed and made their way inside the clubhouse, straight towards the bar.
Countless amounts of shots later, everyone at Teller-Morrow was drunk. Emily spent most of her evening hanging out with Chibs, Juice and HalfSack by the bar, who couldn't stop pushing each other around. She would just stand by and laugh at them while they goofed off. I could get used to this. She smiled to herself.
"Bobby looks pretty busy." They all looked over to Bobby, who had his hands full with two women on one of the pool tables. HalfSack turned to Emily, trying to give her a seductive smirk, but failed miserably. "Ya know, we could uhh..." He glanced at Bobby before looking back at her, shrugging. "...get out of here and have some fun?"
Emily squinted her eyes and raised an eyebrow. "You're kidding, right?" she slurred her words. Juice and Chibs let out a loud crackle of laughter. She didn't mean to sound rude, but did he really expect her to take him seriously? She instantly felt bad as she saw the embarrassed look on HalfSack's face. It instantly disappeared, letting out a cheeky smile as he tried to shut up the two older guys.
"He HAS to be kiddin'! There's no way you can ever get lucky enough to snag a fine lass like Emily!" Chibs threw an arm over her shoulders. With the sudden weigh, Emily stumbled a bit before regaining her balance, letting out a small giggle. Chibs placed a sloppy kiss on her cheek and eyed HalfSack. "No way you are ever goin' to get anyway near her."
"Well, that's not up to you, is it?" was the only thing HalfSack said before earning light-hearted punch from Emily. He tried to duck down to avoid a black glove that Chibs threw at him. "Can't i joke around?" he laughed, but it instantly died down as soon as Chibs started to wrestle him. Emily was impressed when neither of the men backed down from the struggle.
"Always have guys fighting for you?" Juice laughed, giving her a smirk before taking a sip from his beer. "I like a challenge." She slapped his shoulder to shut him up, but he merely shrugged.
She felt a hand clasp her shoulder so she turned her head and was greeted by a pair of blue eyes. She mumbled a quick 'hey' before stumbling to give him a hug. He suppressed a chuckle and ruffled her hair. "Glad you're having fun, Em." She stuck out her tongue at him before finishing the rest of her beer and setting it on the bar. Jax leaned down and gave Juice a side hug, patting his back. "Take care of her Juice." he snickered before wondering off.
"I don't need to taken care of." she mumbled, taking a seat next to Juice. She smiled at the bartender, who filled a shot glass with whiskey before handing it over to her. She tilted her head and downed the shot, her eyes squeezing shut as the alcohol burned her throat. "I can take care of myself."
"I can see that." Juice reached for her empty shot glass, grabbed a bottle of tequila and filled it up, quickly drinking it. It had no effect on him whatsoever. He smirked at her, filling the shot glass again and handing it over to her. "Can't handle, Em?" he challenged.
She stared at him, then looked down at the glass shot in his large hand, unsure of what to do. She was already feeling the effects of mixing the beer and alcohol together, but she was never one to shy away from a challenge. Just for one second, her fingers brushed against his as she grabbed the glass from him. She stared into his brown eyes and drank the tequila, not breaking eye contact. She resisted the urge to cough, her eyes beginning to sting, but she managed to hold it together. Emily slid the shot glass back toward Juice, giving him a smirk of her own. "I can handle."
The night went on, one shot after the other, until they finished the bottle of tequila. Juice had taken the last shot from the bottle and let out a slow chuckle, tilting head back before giving her a big goofy grin. "I thought you would give up. You ARE Piney's daughter." He rubbed his face, resisting the urge to keep his eyes closed.
Emily scoffed. "Tequila practically runs through my veins." It wasn't until she looked up that she noticed the scattered bodies all over the room. Tig strolled over to the bar and climbed on top of it, letting his body crash down on it, passing out. A blonde crow eater made her way over and joined him. "Looks like we're the last two standing." She laughed, trying hard not to stare at the ridiculous position the crow eater was in.
Emily slowly tried to stand up from the stool, but quickly stumbled. She didn't know how drunk she really was until she stood up. She lost her balance, about to trip over her own feet, but Juice reached over and grabbed her forearm, pulling her toward him. She crashed into his chest, her vision swayed. They stood there for a moment, holding onto each other as she tried to regain her balance. She didn't expect his chest to be so firm and comfortable, the strong scent of tobacco and leather filled her nostrils. So good.
She pulled away slowly, trying hard not to feel nauseated. "S-Sorry." She mumbled, standing on her own two feet again. She held up her hand, rubbing her temples as she exhaled. "One too many I guess. I...I should get going. It's late." She turned to walk toward the front exit when Juice reached over to her again, landing a hand on her shoulder.
"I think Opie left a while ago...haven't seen Piney either." he looked around the room before looking down at her. "Need a ride home?" he offered, running his hands down into his pockets, searching for his keys.
She gently shook her head, holding up a hand to stop him. "No, it's fine. I'll just...crash in Jax's dorm. He won't mind." Juice nodded silently in agreement, moving to her side to help guide to toward the back rooms. With each step, they felt their body get heavier and heavier. Emily groaned tiredly. "How far?" she whined, closing her eyes as she leaned against Juice.
He muffled a laugh and moved his arm to wrap around her waist, giving her extra support. "Almost there." He helped her walk until they reached the end of the hallway. He tightened his grip around her waist to try and keep her balanced as he swung open the door to Jax's room. "You're heavy." he laughed as he dragged her to the bed. He placed his hands on her hips as he hoisted her down onto the mattress.
"Ugh, shut up." she mumbled, earning another laugh from Juice. She glanced over to the near by cabinet, lifting a hand to point at it. "Grab me a tshirt?" Juice nodded his head and went over to it, digging into one of the drawers to pull out one of Jax's old SAMCRO tshirts that would surely fit her too big. He handed it to Emily, who frowned at him as he stood in front of her. "Look away."
"Oh." was all he said, turning around so quickly that his head began to pound. He rubbed his eyes, shutting them tightly. He could hear her fumbling with her belt, trying to undo it. "Need help?" he teased, not daring to turn around. She threw one of her boots at him, hitting his leg. She pulled off her pants and tank top, yanking on the over sized tshirt. It hung down her body, long enough to cover her thighs, just above her knees. She would have liked some shorts to go along with the tshirt, but she was sure they would just fall off of her, that is, if Jax even owned a pair of shorts.
"Alright, I'm done." she gave Juice the okay to turn back around. He smirked at her when he noticed the length of the tshirt. "Don't." she stopped him before he could make any comment. "I can't sleep in jeans. It's uncomfortable." She crawling under the covers and sighed in bliss as her head hit the soft pillow. Heaven. She felt the mattress dip down and slightly turned her head to see Juice lying down next to her, crossing his arms behind his head to give him support. "What are you doing?"
He opened one eye to look at her, a smug look slowly creeping onto his face. "You're not gonna make me drive while under the influence, are you?" He let out a low chuckle when he heard her groan. "It's dangerous. What if I get hurt?" He let out a big grin, obviously joking.
She scoffed, rolling her eyes at him. "I highly doubt it would be your first time riding your motorcycle while drunk." When she didn't get a response, she sighed and turned to her side. "Fine...but if you try anything, I won't hesitate to kick your ass." It would've been more threatening if she hadn't delivered it with a yawn toward the end. Whatever he said next, she didn't hear it. She felt the alcohol taking effect again as her consciousness began to slip away, drowning her into a deep slumber.