Thank you to everyone who continued to read my story!I know some of my previous readers got tired of waiting and decided to stop following me, so I seriously can't explain how much it means to me for those of you who still follow me and read my story! THANK YOU! I'm working on another fic too! (The Walking Dead, Daryl/OC) Would any of you be interested in reading it? I have an idea of how it might go, but just like this story, it takes me forever to get it all written down EXACTLY how I want it so I end up taking forever ):
I was starting to get lazy on this chapter, but I recently visited the set of Teller Morrow so I was inspired to finish it! :D (even though it wasnt as quickly as you all would have liked it to be. sorry bout that.) I didn't get to see any of the actors, but just seeing the set and the big TELLER MORROW sign got me too excited! I couldn't believe I was standing in the same area where everyone once stood! Sorry, I'm fangirling all over again :p One last, big THANK YOU to everyone who continues to read my story!
And just as a side note, I've officially started naming the chapters after songs that I feel like relate to the chapter! This one was inspired by "I've Got This Friend" by The Civil Wars! Check it out and let me know what you think!
I hope this chapter makes up for lost time!
AND Season 7 premiere is here! Who's ready?!
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It was a busy morning at Teller-Morrow. Just like any other day, Emily was stuck in the office doing paperwork. Sure, It kept her busy but she was tired of playing secretary. Ever since Gemma had her accident a month ago, Emily had pretty much taken charge of the whole garage since the Queen's absence. But that was going to change soon. Gemma was starting to show up around the shop again.
Emily had begun to dose off just as Gemma was about to walk into the office when she overheard Unser call out to her. Not wanting to get caught hearing their conversation, Emily simply continued to work on organizing the list of repos that had came in the previous night.
"I'm fine." Emily heard Gemma say before turning around and making her way toward her.
"You're face is healing. Pretty as ever." Unser complimented the older woman, following her into the office.
"Thank you, Chief." Gemma placed her keys and bag down on the desk, aside from all the papers Emily had already worked on.
"Hi, Emily." The old man greeted her, earning a smile and nod from her. When he let out a sigh, Gemma gave him a weary look.
"Something else?" She asked. When the Chief didn't answer, giving a quick glance at Emily, Gemma sighed. "Sweetheart, you mind giving us a minute?" She asked her secretary.
Emily looked up to Unser, who wouldn't make eye contact with her. What are you hiding, old man? "Uhm...sure. No problem." She faked a smile. "There's a...Repo List printing for the guys. The rest of them are on the desk." She added before finally walking out of the room.
As soon as Emily stepped out of the office, Tig had walked over to her with a beer in his hand, offering it to her. "Done for the day, sweetheart?"
"I wish." She took the cold beer, taking a sip from it. "Gemma might be back but I'm still her slave in the office." A smile slowly appeared on Tig's face, earning a light punch on the arm. She should have expected this sort of response from him. Nothing new."Get out of here, old perv!"
He laughed. "Your little boyfriend is the real pervert! Off watching live action porn instead of being here." His blue eyes shined with amusement.
The guys had been teasing her and Juice about hanging around with each other, and the teasing only got worse that morning when Juice decided to tag along with Chibs to Cara Cara. Emily didn't have an issue with this. Why would she? They weren't an item, so why would it bother her? Emily rolled her eyes."I'm sure YOU would be there too if you weren't stuck here!"
He stared at her for a second, almost as if to defend himself, but he simply shrugged. "You're probably right." He walked back into the garage.
"Have a good day, sweetie." Unser walked passed her as they exchanged smiles.
"You too, Chief." She muttered, taking another swig from her beer. She decided to stay out of the office until she finished her drink, taking a short break that she thought she deserved. Or maybe not working for so long was making her lazy? She had to talk to Tara about any openings at St. Thomas or else she was going to be stuck in that office forever.
Just as she finished the last drip of her beer, she was greeted by Bobby who was strapping on his cut. "Where are you heading off to, Elvis? You need to rest." This earned a chuckle from him.
"According to all my damn bills, I don't have time to rest." He sighed as he strapped on his helmet.
"Sorry to hear that. Just...take it easy. We need your shoulder to heal." He smiled at her and took off.
"Break is over, hun. Come on!" Gemma called out to Emily. She took in a deep breathe before exhaling, taking one last gulp of her beer before joining Gemma in the office. After working for what felt like forever, but in reality may have been a mere few minutes, Tig skipped into the room.
"Don't you have anything better to do than to bother us?" Emily teased the blue eyed man.
"Was just going to offer you another beer, but not anymore." He stuck out his tongue at her.
Just as Emily was going to respond with a smartass comment, the phone began to ring. After the first two rings, Emily had guessed Gemma wasn't going to answer it. She sighed, reaching for the phone. "Teller Morrow-"
"WHAT IS BOBBY MUNSON DOING IN MY OFFICE! WHO SENT HIM HERE? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE GOING TO GET ME A DAMN BABYSITTER? AND HE IS NOT GETTING A PAYCHECK FROM ME."
"J-Just one second Luann." Emily immediately handed the phone off to Gemma. "It's for you." Both Tig and Gemma gave Emily a confused look before the queen had finally taken the phone and pressed it up to her ear.
"What's up, Luann?" Emily and Tig exchanged looks as they heard Luann's upset voice from the opposite line. It almost made Gemma flinch. Almost. "Just calm down- Yes. I-I know. Just...stay there, I'm coming over." She practically tossed the phone back to Emily. "She's on a rampage. I gotta go. Take care of everything here, Em." She grabbed her keys and purse off of the desk before running off.
Emily and Tig just stared after her. "Never a boring day at Teller Morrow." Emily shrugged and gathered the last few papers that had printed out. "Aren't you glad you have all these repos to take care of and keep you busy?" She grinned at Tig, who snatched the papers and gave her the middle finger before exiting the room. She could hear Gemma's SUV screech its way out of the parking lot, followed by the roars of motorcycles.
Now that Gemma was gone, Emily had decided to set aside all the paperwork and take break. Filing was never her calling. She let out a yawn and tried her best not to rub her eyes, or else she would have wiped away whatever eyeliner had survived during the long morning.
"What's up with Clay?" Juice strolled into the room, plopping down onto the couch with his laptop laid across his stomach. He kicked up his legs on the armrest and crossed his arms behind his head. It was an awkward fit. "He needs to get laid."
Emily scoffed. "He sure does." She stretched her arms out, a groan escaping her lips as she lazily slouched down the seat.
"Looks like he isn't the only one with that problem." He let out big, cheesy grin, proud of the quick response he had managed to come up with. It usually never happened. His moment of moment of glory was cut short when Emily stretched out her leg to playfully kick his foot.
"Hanging around at that porn studio got you a little too happy, didn't it? We need to change that." She nodded off toward the garage. "Tiggy has a nice, long list of repos that are calling your name."
A frown formed on his face. "Trying to get rid of me? It ain't gonna happen." He shrugged. "And besides, your brother and the prospect are on repo duty today. You have me all to yourself." He winked at her. She let out a small chuckle.
"Lucky me." She lazily picked up the papers off the desk and started putting them away in their designated areas. "I get to do all this filing and get annoyed by you? I am just too blessed."
"Why are you still here and not at St. Thomas yet? Aren't you tired of this type of shit?" He nodded his head towards all the paperwork on top of the desk, ignoring the comment Emily had said about him being annoying.
"Yeah, well, someone has to do it. I'm waiting on my transcripts so I might as well stay busy. Gemma..." She sighed, rubbing her eyes, then mentally cursing to herself when she saw the small traces of the black eyeliner smeared across the back of her hand. "She hasn't been herself since the car accident. I can't just leave her on her own with all this." She leaned back in the chair, stretching out. "And besides, if I left the garage, that would mean we wouldn't hang out that often anymore."
"We wouldn't want that, now would we?" He gave her another one of his infamous grins as he suddenly stood up and stepped towards her. "Mind if I use the printer?"
She leaned over to grab the printer's cable and handed it over to him. He grabbed the cable from her and, for one quick second, Emily felt herself shy away from him as his hand gently brushed against hers. Juice continued to connect his laptop to the office's computer, not noticing Emily's embarrassed face. What the hell is wrong with you, Emily? It's just Juice.
Through her peripheral vision, she looked at his muscular arms and how the light from overhead shined on them, making his tan skin glow. Sure, he wasn't the biggest guy from SAMCRO, but damn it, he was fit. That was obvious. He was taller than Emily by a great amount. And his smile? He knows he has an amazing smile; it was what she loved the most about him.
"You okay?" His voice snapped Emily out of her thoughts. She looked up at him, his brown eyes staring back at her in question. "You look kinda out of it."
"Uhm.." she cleared her throat. "Y-yeah, I'm just tired." She stole a glance at the screen, a familiar face on it. "Is that the dick head who crashed Bobby's party?"
Juice tried to keep a straight face, but he couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "Yeah, it's all the info I got on 'dick head'. Looks like he could be some trouble for the MC."
Limited information, like always. She knew he couldn't tell her anything else. That was club business. Once the papers had finished printing, she handed them over to Juice. "I'm sure you guys can handle him."
"Of course." He smiled at her and grabbed the papers with one hand while closing his laptop with the other. He was about to turn away from her when she mustered up the courage to speak up.
"You got any plans?" Emily was thankful that her voice didn't break. Her throat suddenly felt very dry.
Juice stopped in his tracks and shrugged his broad shoulders. "It's been pretty calm all day, I doubt it. Why, what's up?"
This time it was Emily who shrugged her shoulders. "I'm hungry. I was wondering if you can take me somewhere to eat?"
He smiled. "What? Like a date?"
She was going to respond with a quick 'no', but stopped herself from doing so. "Sure. But only if you're buying." This earned a laugh from him.
"Then it's a date." His smile widened. "Let me just put this away and we'll head out?" She nodded her head and he hopped out of the office. Emily would like to have believed he was excited about this 'date', and that made her feel quite happy. They were just going out for lunch, but that didn't change the fact that her cheeks had begun to burn because of the smile that was stretched out on her face.
Emily had risen from her seat when the phone began to ring. With an annoyed eye roll, she answered it. "Teller Morrow?"
"Is everyone at the clubhouse?" Her brother's voice rang on the opposite line. She looked out the office door, spotting Chibs smoking a cigarette as he talked to a hang around.
"Chibs and Juice are here. Bobby is at Cara Cara. I think Clay and Tig might be there too. I don't know where Jax is." Emily was proud of herself for remembering where all the club members were at. She thought being hidden away in the office had melted her brain. "Is something wrong?"
"We have a problem. HalfSack and I are on our way over." He hung up.
"Damn it." She hung up the phone. The ONE time she was going to do something normal with Juice, and club business interrupts. It was too damn bad. She was starving.
"Ready to go?" Juice popped up at the door. When he saw the look on her face, he frowned. "What's wrong?"
"Change of plans. Opie called, says there's some trouble. He needs you all here."
"Shit." He sighed, leaning on the door frame. "I'll call Clay and Jax." He was about to turn away when he hesitated, a smirk on his face. "We'll have our date some other time?"
Emily pulled back the chair and let herself fall back on it. "I don't know..." She kicked her legs up onto the desk. "I have a packed schedule, ya know." They both laughed. It was sorta sad how much of her time Emily spent at the garage. She might as well just live there. I didn't sound like a bad idea, this means that she would finally be off of Opie's couch and away from Mary. She blinked and snapped back to reality, looking up at Juice. "But I guess I can make time."
"Sounds good." He smiled at her before turning away and walking towards Chibs.
"Yeah..." She closed her eyes, not able to keep them open for any longer. "Sounds good."
"Wake up."
Emily jolted awake when someone kicked her chair, almost making her tumble off of it. She took in a deep breath, getting ready to yell at whoever it was that woke her, but stopped herself when she stared back at dark eyes.
"G-Gemma? You scared the shit outta me."
"Yeah, well, maybe if you weren't asleep on the job I wouldn't have." She wiped her bangs out of her face and nodded toward the desk. "Did you get anything done while I was out?" Her voice was filled with annoyance.
"Everything is done. Just hanging around to see if you need me to do something else."
"Nothing is ever done around here. We both know I don't need you for this shit. I can handle paperwork." Gemma threw her purse onto the desk.
What was up with her? Yeah, sure, Gemma was all about tough love, but she never acted like this. Not unless something triggered it.
"Uhm...Gemma? Is something wrong?" When all Emily received was a blank stare from the older women, she cleared her throat. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Oh, Sweetheart..."Gemma closed her eyes for just a second before opening them again and stared down at Emily. "No. You haven't done anything wrong. I'm just..." She blankly stared at the wall that separated them from the garage. "...stressed. And tired. It has nothing to do with you, baby. I'm sorry." She let herself fall on the couch and rubbed her temples.
Emily gazed at her, wondering what could have led this poor women into a fit of rage. She leaned over to gently grasp Gemma's hand. "You know I'm here if you need any help, right? Whatever you need." Gemma squeezed Emily's hand back and nodded her head, giving her a small smile as a 'thank you'.
The phone began to ring, making them both jump at the sudden noise. Emily groaned as she got up from the chair and leaned over to answer the incoming call.
"Teller Morrow?"
"Is Jax there?" A high pitched voice rang on the opposite line.
Emily walked toward the window, peering through the blinds and into the garage where Jax, her brother, and the rest of the guys were having a meeting. "He's busy at the moment. May I ask who's calling?"
"It's Ima. Can you tell Jax that I'm ready for my ride home? I didn't mean for him to wait so long for me." Emily is guessing she had made a disgusted face, because Gemma had let out a small laugh.
"Yeah, I'll let him know." Ima hung up. "Please don't tell me that was one of the Cara Cara girls getting a ride from Jax." Gemma just shrugged her shoulder and stood up from the couch, taking in a deep breath and quickly letting it go.
"Beats me. I'll get him." She walked out to announce that 'Miss Double Penetration' was waiting for Jax. Emily didn't hesitate to bust out laughing.
"You think Tara is okay with Jax giving that girl a ride?" She asked the older women, a playful smile at her lips.
"I guess we'll just have to wait and see." Gemma took one long look at all the paperwork on top of the desk and sighed. "How about you mix us up a good drink and I'll help you sort this out. It shouldn't take long."
Always resolving any problem with liquor. Emily didn't have a problem with that.
She gave Gemma a toothy 'Juice inspired' grin. "Whatever you say, boss."
The guys had been in and out of Teller Morrow all day, doing their own thing. Emily didn't bother asking what was going on, she could sense it. The tension in the air made her cringe, so she decided to seek shelter in the office.
After spending the entire afternoon with Emily, Gemma seemed to have relaxed a bit. Still a bit guarded, but nothing Emily felt too uncomfortable with. Gemma was having trouble with getting too close to Clay and Emily didn't really know what to say to the Old Lady. No matter what sort of advice she was given, Gemma usually ignored it.
Just as Emily thought she had made a breakthrough to Gemma, Tara had shown up and left by the time Emily had wondered back into the office with their 2nd round of drinks. The Old Lady had gone silent. As rude as this might have seemed, Emily was thankful Gemma had gone quiet instead of going off on a rampage. You never knew what she was up to.
"That's it." Gemma closed the last folder that she had been working on and hid it away in one of the filing cabinets, now filled with a variety of paperwork. "All I have to do is give this to Bobby and we'll be done. At least for tonight anyways." She brushed her bangs out of the way and gave Emily a tired smile. "Thanks for all your help, Em. I appreciate it."
"No need to thank me, Gemma. I'm happy to help." Emily grabbed her purse from off the couch and pulled it over her shoulders. "I'll ask Kip for a ride. I'll pass by tomorrow morning?"
"Go ahead and sleep in. You deserve it."
Emily let out an exhausted laugh. "Thanks." Emily was going to walk when the older women suddenly pulled her into a hesitant hug. Emily returned the hug, giving her a gentle squeeze. They pulled apart and exchanged smiles. "I'll see you tomorrow."
As Emily walked out of the office, the club's black van rolled into the lot. The van? That's when Emily had noticed the row of motorcycles that were lined up next to each other. Whenever they rolled out in a van, that meant they were trying to handle their business without being noticed. The last they they needed was the roaring engine of their motorcycles catching someone's attention.
Clay hoped out of the van, exchanged some words with Tig, then marched toward the office. Afraid to be in his path, Emily quickly walked into the garage, bumping into HalfSack.
"You done for the night? Must'a been busy. I haven't seen you most of the afternoon." He continued move the broomstick back and forth. To be honest, Emily hadn't noticed that he had stayed behind. He was as quiet as a mouse.
"Uhm, yeah. I guess so." She readjusted her bag on her shoulder as she let out a yawn. "It's been a long day."
"I hope you aren't too tired." Juice popped up next to Emily, a big smile on his face. She tried to ignore the fact that he smelled of smoke. "There's a wrap party tonight at Cara Cara."
"Yeah! Come with us, Em!" Kip was quick to chime in. He threw the broomstick towards the nearest wall. "It'll be a lot of fun with you there!"
"Back off HalfSack, she'll be going with me." Juice swung his arm around Emily's shoulders, giving her a wink."Opt out our lunch for a couple of drinks?"
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she crossed her arms."You want our date to take place at a porn studio?" He shrugged his shoulders. This time, she sighed, giving the two men an idea of what she thought of Juice's plan. "Classy."
"So is that a yes?" he grinned as he stared down at Emily. There goes that damn smile again. He knew how to use it too damn well.
"Free drinks?" He nodded his head eagerly. She looked over to Kip, who simply smiled at her. He sure was excited about hanging out with the Cara Cara girls...and more then likely getting laid. "Okay. BUT you still owe me lunch."
"I promise." Juice dropped his arm and pulled her along side him to his bike.
Emily tried to ignore the questioning look Opie had been giving her, possibly wondering why she would want to go to the wrap party. But she didn't care. She had hung out with crow eaters all the time back in Tacoma, she was sure she could handle a few low-budget porn actresses.
As soon as Emily had strapped on her helmet, she threw her leg over Juice's bike and gripped onto him as the motorcycle let out a loud roar and sped off.
Everyone had showed up and headed Cara Cara, including Clay, which Emily thought was rather odd. She thought he would stay behind and try to make up with Gemma. The second they arrived, Emily already felt out of place. All the women were barely covered as they flung themselves at the club members. Not that any of them complained. Emily looked down at what she wore; white tank top, torn blue, skinny jeans and her ankle boots. Never thought I'd feel overdressed.
"Can I get you a drink?" Juice had asked her, leaning in towards her to make sure she was able to hear him over the loud music that was blasting throughout the room.
"Why else am I here?" She laughed, giving him an approved nod. He bumped his shoulder against hers before turning away from her and walked off towards the bar, where she saw her brother silently sitting by himself. Emily was going to take a step towards him, but a high pitched shriek caught her off guard.
"Oh, Emily! I didn't think I would see you here!" Luann made her way to her, embracing her in a hug. Her boobs were suffocating her. "I'm sorry about the call earlier. I was just...a little stressed."
"Don't worry about it. How's the final cut of that..." Emily stopped for a second. She didn't want to say 'porno'. Luann sort of stared at her, her eyebrow raised. "...production you were working on earlier today?"
"Oh, fantastic! 'Meek Men' is definitely going to be a big win!" Emily tried not to groan with disgust. Now when she watched one of her favorite shows, she's going to be reminded of pornography.
"That's great, I'm happy to hear that! I know you have two big fans. They seemed to have loved the private showing this morning."
"That's good to know!" Luann knew who Emily was referring to and took a glance at Chibs. The Scotsman was already busy with one of the Cara Cara girls, along with HalfSack and Tig. When she spotted Juice, she immediately looked back to Emily. "You came here with Juice, right?"
Emily wasn't sure why she was asking, but she nodded her head. "Yeah, why do you ask?"
Luann gave her a sympathetic smile. "I love you, Em. But I'm not responsible for what my girls might do to that boy." Emily peered over Luann's shoulder and spotted Juice who was by the bar, a Cara Cara girl stood next to him, a little TOO close to him. Emily's eyes darted back to Luann's as the older women placed her hands on each side of Emily's face. "I wouldn't let him out of your sight. These girls can be viscous."
"It isn't like that. He can do whatever he wants." She looked back at Juice, earning a laugh from Luann.
"Of course, honey. Whatever you say. Enjoy the party!" Luann walked off, leaving Emily to stand by herself. First Gemma, and now Luann? They think alike. No wonder they're best friends.
Emily wasn't the type of girl to give a guy too much of her attention. She normally didn't care. But something was different about Juice. Watching the tall, leggy brunette leaning close to him, whispering things in his ear? Yeah, that made her skin crawl. Her body reacted sooner than her mind did. It took her just a few short strides to reach the bar.
"This is a really shitty date." She took a seat on the stool next to Juice. He turned his back on the brunette girl, giving Emily his full attention. She tried to suppress a smile when the Cara Cara girl glared at her and stomped away.
"Sorry for the wait. Won't happen again." He smiled at her as he handed her the cold beer. He took a sip from his own cup, raising an eyebrow when he looked down at her. "You okay? Your face is all red."
Emily hadn't noticed how flustered she had gotten. "It's uh.." She cleared her throat. "It's a bit hot in here. Too many people, that's all." She immediately took a long gulp from her beer.
"Wanna head out and get some fresh air?"
"I don't know. Seems like there's someone else who would like to enjoy the night with you." Emily's eyes darted to across the room where the brunette had gathered with around with her coworkers, giving Emily disapproving looks. This time, she couldn't hold in her laughter.
Juice shrugged his shoulders. "You can't blame them, right?" When Emily rolled her eyes sarcastically, he chuckled. "Just ignore them. They're used to getting what they want." He jumped out of his seat, offering his hand to her while he held his beer in the other. "Come on, let's go."
Emily looked over her shoulder to take a look at her brother. Jax had walked over to him, offering him a cup of cold beer. He'll be okay. She turned her head back to face Juice, his infamous grin across his face. She accepted his hand and was lead out of the studio, passing by the porn actresses that continued to send Emily dirty glares. She simply waved and sent them a toothy smile, earning more disgusted looks. This is too fun.
The cold breeze greeted them as they reached the outside lot, making Emily shiver. She should have taken a jacket with her. Coming from Tacoma, she expected warmer weather in Charming, but she had forgotten how cold the night could get.
"I think you're having a little too much fun teasing those girls." Juice laughed, finishing his drink and throwing the plastic cup into the nearest trash can.
"What do you expect? I'm always cooped up in the office. I need to entertain myself somehow." She looked around her; all the club members and hang arounds from different charters were scattered across the lot, drinking their beer and getting handsy with the crow eaters and porn actresses. "I like watching them get all fussy."
Her blue eyes looked up to a familiar black Cutlass stroll into the lot, Tara stepping out of it and walking towards them. "Hey. Is Jax around?"
"Yeah, he's inside with my brother." Tara thanked her and smiled at both of them before walking into the studio.
"I didn't expect her to show up." Juice lit a cigarette, slowly exhaling the smoke. "A doctor at a wrap party? Guess it's official; Tara is Jax's Old Lady."
"She has to claim her property. Make sure that the girls know who she is to the VP." She chuckled to herself, finishing whatever was left of her beer.
"Another round?" Juice offered.
"Sure." He skipped into the studio, leaving Emily beside his motorcycle.
"He's here with her?" "She doesn't look like much. Look at what she's wearing!" "He could do way better!"
Emily turned her head, staring at the brunette that was trying to flirt with Juice earlier. Her two other friends were by her side, snickering. When they noticed Emily looking over at them, the brunette spoke up. "What? Didn't your mother ever tell you it's rude to stare at people? I suggest you look the other way, sweetie."
She let out a laugh. "I don't take advice from people who talk shit. Go back to High School."
"You better watch it." The brunette strutted over to Emily, invading her personal space. The pound of caked makeup was clearly visible. "You don't want to mess with me."
"Bring it on, sunshine. Luann will have to find a girl with a prettier face by the time I'm through with you." There was no way she was going to let herself get talked down to. "You should back off before that pretty dress of yours gets stained with blood."
"I'd like to see you try, Blondie." The brunette was taller by an inch or two, only because she was wearing heels, but that didn't matter. Emily didn't usually fight but this girl was getting on her nerves.
"Stacey!" A blonde woman walked over to trio, stepping in between them and Emily. "That's enough! She's here with SAMCRO so back off before I go call Luann." This so called 'Stacey' girl tried to regain her confidence, but as she looked back at Emily, she chewed the inside of her lip.
"Whatever." She mumbled, stomping away like she had earlier, but this time she tried to avoid Emily's taunting gaze. Her two friends followed behind her.
"I'm sorry about that." The blonde finally turned around, her blue eyes big with worry. "The girls here aren't used to having competition. Especially Stacey...once she has eyes for a guy, she won't stop until she gets him." She smiled at Emily and held out her hand. "Lyla."
"Emily." She shook her hand, returning the smile. "And, uh, thanks. I'm just here for the drinks, I wasn't trying to start any trouble with anyone."
"Of course not. She won't be bothering you anymore. Now that Luann is working with the Sons, she wouldn't want her workers getting on their bad side. I saw you come here with them and..." she looked at her, taking in her appearance. "You don't look like a crow eater, so I just assumed you must be important to them. Are you somebody's Old Lady?"
Emily tried not to laugh. "Uh, No. I'm just good friends with the club." She felt someone nudge her shoulder. Juice stood beside her, holding two cups beer, offering one to her. "Thanks." She took it from him, immediately taking a sip. "Juice, this is Lyla."
"Hey, it's you." He let out a goofy grin. "Nice work this morning."
"Glad you enjoyed it. It was definitely fun to film." They shared a laugh.
"Wait..." Emily tried not to spit out her beer. "You're one of Luann's girls?"
Lyla gave her a sweet smile. "Yeah." She shrugged her shoulders. "Have to pay the rent somehow, right?"
"Right." She stared at Lyla for a second. Long, blonde hair. Beautiful blue eyes. Killer body. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't know. The way you talked about those girls..."
"Don't worry about it. Just let me know if they try to cause trouble again." She raised her own cup, cheering. "It was nice meeting you. Enjoy the rest of your night." Lyla smiled at them before walking off.
"She's nice." Juice sat on his bike, taking in his surroundings. "Some girls were giving you trouble?"
"Yeah. Apparently they're jealous that I'm here with you." She stared down at Juice, flipping him off. "So it's your fault."
"I'm sorry, some girls just cant resist-"
At that second, a man had roughly bumped into Emily, making her spill her cup of beer all over herself. She yelped as the cold beverage soaked her skin.
"Hey, man!" Juice jumped off his bike and shoved the drunk guy away from them. "Watch where you're going!"
The drunk looked as if he was going to grumble with a stupid response but he stopped himself when he took a look down at Juice's patches. His eyes widened. "S-Sorry, man. I didn't mean to..." He looked over to Emily, who was trying to cover herself up. "Sorry..." He stumbled away, trying to walk as fast as he could.
Juice turned to back to Emily, letting out a chuckle. "Shit. Are you okay?"
"Perfectly fine. That guy spilled my beer all over me so now I'm freezing and my shirt is see-through." She sighed, trying to get her shirt to stop sticking to her chest and stomach.
"You look good to me. Black bra under a white shirt? Sexy." She punched his arm, making him laugh even more. "Okay, Okay. Here." He leaned over his bike, grabbing his hoodie out of the saddlebag and handed it over to her.
"Thanks." She pulled it on and zipped it up, ignoring the fact that it was too big for her small frame. It was warm and smelled of smoke. "Just so you know, this isn't exactly what I had in mind for tonight."
"Sorry, this is a terrible first date, isn't it? I'll make it up to you, I swear." He drank the rest of his beer and grinned. "But let's take advantage of the free booze?"
"You're turning me into an alcoholic, Juice." She chuckled, tossing the empty cup away. "Lead the way."
Emily had told herself not to drink as much as she had done so at Bobby's Homecoming Party. There was no way she was going to crash at a porn studio. Juice had agreed, so they avoided any hard liquor for the rest of the night. Opie had left home a while ago and the rest of the club members had kept themselves busy with crow eaters or the Cara Cara girls. Jax and Tara, however, had joined Emily and Juice at the bar.
"Woah, slow down, Doctor. Don't you have work tomorrow?" Juice teased Tara as she finished yet another cup of beer. She shook her head as she put her now empty cup down.
"We're gonna head out anyways. I need to get back to Abel." And get in bed with Tara. Emily thought and stopped herself from laughing by finishing her drink. Jax stood up from the stool, offering his hand out to Tara, who quickly grabbed on to it. Jax leaned down to give Emily a kiss on the cheek. "Don't drink too much, Em. Take her home safely, Juice."
"Of course." Juice stood up and gave Jax a side hug. "See ya, man." Tara whispered a quick 'goodbye' to them and was lead out of the studio by Jax.
"Ready to head out?" Juice asked, stretching out his body. All that drinking was getting them sleepy. If they didn't get up and leave now, they would surely end up staying the night.
"Yeah, sure." She stood up, slightly losing her balance but it went unnoticed. Everyone around them seemed to be lost in their own little world. They were all either drunk or high as a kite. As they walked over to Juice's bike, the cool midnight air made Emily's face feel warm but she still snuggled into Juice's sweater.
Juice popped out a helmet and placed it on Emily's head, strapping it on for her. "Have to keep you safe or else the guys will skin me alive." He chuckled, tapping on her helmet when it was safely secure. He strapped his own on and jumped on his bike.
Emily had spotted the brunette from earlier staring at them. She let out a laugh, hopping onto the back of Juice's bike, wrapping her arms around his waist as he turned on the engine and rode the bike off the lot and into the street.
The rumbling of the motorcycle almost made Emily fall asleep but it didn't take them long to reach Opie's house. Juice pulled up into the driveway and held the motorcycle to a complete halt, turning off the engine. He waited for her to get off the bike before he moved off of it, reaching into the saddlebag to grab Emily's bag for her.
Emily swapped the helmet for her purse. "Oh, here..." She began to unzip the hoodie when Juice held up his hand, shaking his head.
"No, it's okay. Keep it." He shoved his extra helmet back into his bag and sat back down on his bike.
"Thanks, Juice." She leaned down to give him a quick peck on the cheek. She smelled the faint smell of his warm cologne, but it was enough to make her head swim. Emily pulled away and headed off toward the house. What did you just do, Emily?
"Wait, Em!" She heard Juice fall into step with her, but she came to a halt when she felt him reach out to her, his hand landing on her shoulder. She looked up at him just as he closed the gap in-between them, pressing his lips against hers.
Juice was surprised when Emily didn't pull away, but instead, started to kiss him back. Juice moved his hand up to the side of her face, lightly placing his other hand on her lower back, bringing her in closer. Emily's body reacted on its own; her arms found their way around his neck, allowing him to wrap his arm around her waist.
Neither of them completely understood what was going on, but they didn't bother to stop and try to figure it out. It was only until they needed fresh air that they broke apart. Short, ragged breaths escaping their lips.
Emily's mind was racing, unsure of what to say next. They pulled away from each other, not speaking, just staring at each other.
"Uhm..." He blinked, almost as if trying to process what had just happened. He simply looked down at her and took in her features. Her blue eyes were wild, her face had the lightest tint of pink across her cheeks, lips swollen. "Goodnight." He finally said.
She let out a small smile. "Goodnight." Juice's hand fell from Emily's face as he took a step back, turning around to walk back to his bike. She stared at the reaper on his back until he swung his leg over his motorcycle. She turned around and darted straight toward the house.
The walk to the front porch felt like a long one, knowing that he was staring after her made Emily feel nervous. She fumbled with keys, trying to open the door with haste. When she finally opened it, she glanced over her shoulder and, sure enough, he was looking at her. She stepped inside the house and shut the door, leaning against it.
She just stood there, her heart racing. Just a few moments later, the roar of Juice's motorcycle had startled her but it quickly faded away. Emily could feel her face burning up. Juice kissed me. The scene replayed over and over again in her head. She finally walked over to the couch and let herself fall onto it.
Emily inhaled the smell of Juice's hoodie one last time, the warm musk overwhelming her.