Sorry I had to skip yesterday, loves. My brain needed a break. :) But here we are, all rested and ready to go!

Enjoy.

strain this chaos turn it into light
i've got to see you one last night
before the lions take their share
leave us in pieces scattered everywhere
Snow Patrol, "You're All I Have"

Gemma had, as promised, given Olivia the name of her stylist, so the next morning before she and Juice left for the shop she called for an appointment. Apparently Gemma had already made her one, telling the girl it was a "hair emergency." Well. It kind of was.

Juice wanted to take her in on his bike again, but she argued him down. "You gonna go with me to get my hair done, too? Or do you think maybe you'll have club business that'll be keepin' you busy?"

He held up his hands in frustrated defeat. "Fine, Liv. But you're gonna have an escort today. Don't argue."

He so rarely insisted on anything, so rarely acted like the badass biker he purported to be—and besides that she was actually being hunted by a homicidal mad man—that she gave in and kissed him.

"Whatever you say, Juicy," she said, sweetly.

He rolled his eyes and tugged her closer by the waist. "Don't think you're foolin' me. But thank you."

"After last night, baby, you've earned yourself a lot of capital," she murmured as her lips lingered over his. "I think my legs are still tingling."

The image popped into his head immediately: her in a dining room chair, eating a cookie with one hand while the other rested on the top of his head. His face was buried in her cunt; his mouth and fingers worked her. He could feel the ghost of her fingertips tight against his scalp as her attempts to feign disinterest faltered and failed. Several times.

He tried not to grin, but it was impossible. "Well, I mean, it was…" He trailed off with a little shrug and looked away, still smiling like a giddy drunkard.

She laughed, even as it struck her how rarely someone genuinely praised him. It sounded almost silly, to thank your lover for doing something he so clearly enjoyed, but at the same time, if Juice Ortiz had taught her nothing else it was that even the smallest word of kindness could make a huge difference—especially to someone who was so unused to it.

"I'll see you there," she said, running her thumb over the bit of skin his gloves left exposed on the back of his hand. "Ride safe."

He pulled her to him for one last kiss and mounted his bike. He fastened his helmet and waited until she was out of the driveway and on the road before he pulled out behind her. Call it paranoid, but he had trouble taking his eyes off her these days. He couldn't shake the memory of the home invasion, how helpless he'd felt, how guilty for leaving her alone.

His mind snapped to Jax, stuck in jail while his wife lay comatose in a hospital bed, and he winced. At least she was still alive. At least she had a chance. Of course, if Juice had bothered to check her pulse or call 911—but he'd had no idea how common it was to survive a gunshot wound to the head. He'd done some Googling, and the more he read about it the more he wanted to kick his own ass.

Everyone was starting to arrive as he and Olivia pulled up at the shop. They exchanged nods and brief greetings. Chibs offered her a one-armed hug and ruffled her hair.

"Looks better," he said.

"Gemma did some first aid. I'm going in a little bit to get it done for real."

For the other guys it was their first time seeing her, and they all had trouble meeting her eyes. She looked so different. At only a little over five feet she was a petite woman, of course, but somehow her hair had made her look bigger. She'd always worn it up (except for occasionally, in social situations, but that was rare), and it had seemed like a sort of crown for her. A source of mystery, because everyone wondered what it looked like loosed from its complex braids.

It wasn't that she looked ordinary now—they all knew her too well to ever think that of her—but she did look more grounded. Smaller, more vulnerable, more—accessible, but not in any kind of sexual way. Just. More like the type of woman who would accept a one-armed hug and a hair ruffle.

"Let's go inside," Bobby said. "Juice says you got some info for us."

She nodded, but as her eyes scanned the block, she went still.

"What?" Bobby said.

She tilted her head down the street a bit, toward the bridal store. "Someone got here before us."

It was a blue Pontiac Bonneville, maybe a '63. They could see a figure silhouetted in the driver seat. When he saw them notice him, he lifted his hand in a wave, put the car in gear, and drove toward them. He slowed as he went past and leaned toward the passenger side. They all got a good long look at his face with its droll little smirk and chilling eyes.

"Arrogant motherfucker," Tig said.

"I got the plate," said Happy. "We can get a name."

Her chin hitched. "No," she said. "Not a real one. Not one that would do us any good."

"That couldn't be the man himself," Chibs said. "That guy looked maybe thirty-five."

"I don't know him," she said. "I just know who signs his paycheck." Her eyes were far away, her face troubled, and she shivered in the cool morning air despite the leather jacket she wore.

The feel of Juice's warm palm against the small of her back snapped her into the present again. She glanced up at him and flashed a rueful smile.

"C'mon, Liv," he said. "The sooner we find the asshole the sooner this'll all be over."

Once they got inside with the door locked behind them she tossed a flash drive to Juice and he plugged it into his laptop. Just a quick glance at its contents had him shaking his head. "Jesus Christ, you've got everything. Property deeds. How the fuck did you get property deeds?"

"I'm both small and wily. People underestimate me and I use it to my advantage," she said with a shrug.

The guys crowded around Juice and the computer while she wandered away. She grabbed a bottle of water from one of the glass fronts and took a long pull. Her hands were trembling. She shook them out and flexed her fingers. She really should've wrapped her hand after the shower incident yesterday. There was probably an ACE bandage in the first aid kit, and she made a mental note to raid it later.

Chibs had detached himself from the group and now leaned over the counter across from her. She offered him a smile. "Getcha somethin', cowboy?"

"Ach, well, I think eight AM is a little early for liquor or beer, even for a Scot. You got coffee?"

"Nope, but I can start some."

"That'd be real good of you, lass," he said with a wink.

She refused to let him charm her. He might see what had happened yesterday as a mere bump in the road, but to her it had altered the entire landscape of their relationship. Saving her life had been fulfilling a debt. He didn't trust her. She turned away before he could see the memory in her eyes and started to fiddle with the coffeemaker.

"Ollie girl," he said to her back.

His voice was soft. Her hands stilled and she tilted her chin toward him. He took that to mean she was listening.

"You've got nothin' to prove to me, darlin'," he said. "You've your own peculiar brand of honor, and I know it took a great deal for you to give us the stuff you have on Doyle. I don't want you thinkin' my vote had nothin' to do with you, and who you are. The woman I know you to be."

Her face creased and she was glad he couldn't see. She didn't trust herself to speak, so she just gave a hard, hasty nod. She dumped coffee into the filter, shut the lid, and hit the button. Realized she'd forgotten the fucking water and started all over again.

By the time she had it going she'd mastered herself. She faced him, and her expression was smooth. "I'm glad to know it, Chibs. Why couldn't you just say that last night?"

"You had your back up. With you sometimes it's better to let things lie for a bit."

Her mouth twisted. "That's not—"

He lifted a brow at her and she subsided with a grimace.

"Yeah, okay," she said, only grumbling a little. "I guess maybe so."

He grinned and reached for his phone as it started to ring. She listened to his end of the conversation intently, and it was clear it was good news.

"What?" she said when he hung up. "What's going on?"

"Lads!" He clapped his hands to get everyone's attention. "That was Gemma. Tara's awake!"

There were whoops and cheers all around, but in the midst of it Olivia felt a bubble of panic. She tugged Chibs' sleeve and he twisted back toward her. "Where was Gemma calling from?" she said.

He frowned. "The hospital, I'd assume."

"Is she there alone? I mean, with Tara alone."

"She didn't say." He reached for her hand when she tried to pull it away. "This is the second time you've shown worry about Gemma bein' alone at the hospital. Somethin' you wanna tell me?"

"She just shouldn't be alone. It's a lot to deal with, especially with Jax in jail. Someone should be there for her."

"Aye," he said, drawing the syllable out doubtfully. "Well I assume Unser's probably with her. Sticks like a barnacle, that one."

"Someone should call Nero."

He snorted. "Mr. Padilla wants very little to do with us these days, I'm afraid."

"I'll call him," she said. "He should at least have the option if he wants to take it." She grabbed her bag from where she'd stashed it and started for the door.

"Whoa, Ollie, where ya goin'?" Bobby called before Chibs could.

She rolled her eyes toward the ceiling in a bid for patience. She honestly could not take this mother hen bullshit. And she knew it was only partially motivated by concern for her welfare.

"I'm going to stop by the hospital first," she said. "Then I'm going to get my hair cut. Shall I write out an itinerary for you?" She fluttered her lashes at him and her voice was saccharine sweet.

"Liv," Juice said, quietly. She met his worried eyes and felt a flush of guilt. Juice's hovering was, at least, genuine, and if the guys had trouble trusting her it was her own fault.

"Sorry," she said. "Knee jerk. So. Who wants to be my Sir Galahad today?"

They exchanged looks all around. "I don't have a fuckin' clue what that means, but I guess me," Tig said.

There were worse choices, she supposed. One of the new guys, for example. They didn't know her from Eve and had probably voted yes without a second's hesitation. She also didn't like the way Happy had been looking at her this morning. Tig had probably voted against her, too, but she thought he'd at least done it with a heavy heart.

Or so she hoped, anyway.

"Great, Tiggy," she said with a little smile. "You ready?"

"Guess so. Let's hit it."

She conned her way into Tara's hospital room by telling them she was her sister. She could tell the nurse didn't quite believe it, but she gave in with a sigh that spoke volumes: I do not get paid enough to deal with this biker gang bullshit so just get the fuck in there and leave me alone.

"You got ten minutes," she said.

Olivia hesitated a moment. "Where's Gemma? Tara's mother-in-law?"

"Went to get a coffee and make some phone calls. We don't allow cellphones up here."

"Has she talked to her?"

"She was in there for a few minutes earlier, but Dr. Knowles was asleep. We kicked her out when her time was up. Just like I'll do to you."

"Right," she said. "Thanks." She started toward Tara's room with Tig at her heels, but the nurse made a sharp noise.

"Not you, cupcake," she said to Tig. "You gotta wait here."

Olivia smiled back at him and shrugged. She tried not to let her amusement show; she wasn't sure he would appreciate it. "I think she likes you," she whispered to him.

He glanced over at the nurse with her stern, impatient expression. "You think?"

"Never know if you don't try." She elbowed him in the side and left him there to try his luck. She wondered how fast the nurse would shoot him down. Probably already had by now.

She paused a moment to peer through the glass walls at Tara. They'd had to shave her head along one side, and a huge, twisted gash ran across her scalp. It had been stapled shut, and Olivia hoped after some time they could go back and clean it up a bit. Tara wasn't a particularly vain woman, but Olivia knew first hand the stares and questions that accompanied unusual scars. It was no fun.

She slid the door open and stepped inside. Closed the curtain to provide some privacy. At the sound of the metal rings against the bar Tara's eyes fluttered open. When she saw Olivia she smiled just a little, but then her eyes went wide with horror.

"Where am I?" she whispered.

Olivia touched her hand. "You're in the hospital, sweetheart. Do you remember what happened?"

Her mouth trembled. She flipped her hand palm up and gripped Olivia's fingers with surprising strength. "Did Jax do this? Oh God. Where are the boys? Did Jax do this to me?"

"Tara, baby, no! Look at me. Look at my face."

She took a deep, shuddering breath and her dark eyes flicked to Olivia. "What happened to your hair?" she said with a frown.

"Long story. Listen, Jax didn't hurt you. The boys are fine. What's the last thing you remember?"

She closed her eyes and swallowed. "I—you dropped me off at home. I went to Gemma's and held a gun on Wayne and Wendy to get the kids. We went to a hotel." Her eyes opened again and she shook her head against the pillow. "That's it. Did Jax find us?"

"Yes, eventually. But he didn't do this. He was going to turn himself in to Patterson to do the time for the KG-9 in exchange for getting you clear of the nurse, and the club clear of RICO. He was letting you and the boys leave Charming."

Tears formed in her eyes and trailed down her temples. She let out a sob. "Where is he? Why isn't he here?"

"He's in jail, honey. Patterson took him into custody because of the deal." Olivia knew from her own recent bout with head injury that memory loss was common. Tara didn't remember Gemma's role in the attack at all. That would buy them some time, as long as Gemma believed her.

"Tell me what happened," Tara said.

"Yesterday Eli took you home to get what you needed for you and the boys. You were waiting there for Jax; he'd spent the day with Abel and Thomas, and he was going to meet you at the house at six to say goodbye. Patterson was going to pick him up there."

Olivia's voice turned a bit shaky, and she paused to collect herself. "Some men broke in. Took Eli by surprised. They tied you both up and—they—they killed Eli. Something must've startled or interrupted them, because they shot you and ran. Jax found you there. You were still breathing, so he called 911. He was waiting on the ambulance when Patterson showed up."

She absorbed the story in shocked silence. Finally she said, "How do you know he didn't—?"

"First of all," she said, sternly, "by all reports he was out of his mind with grief. I wasn't there, but Juice told me he was…practically unrecognizable." She shifted her weight. "Secondly, they left a note."

"A…note?"

Olivia's mouth twisted and she told Tara about the postcards, the same version she'd told Chibs last night. "There's no doubt in my mind who did this, Tara." She bowed her head. She knew now wasn't the time to thrust her guilt onto her friend, but it was hard.

Tara seemed to understand, because she squeezed Olivia's hand and changed the subject. "Where are the boys? With Gemma?"

She grimaced. "Yeah. I'm sorry, but—"

"There's no one else. I get it."

The nurse appeared and shoved the curtain back. "Time's up, sis," she said.

She sighed but nodded. Leaned closer to Tara to whisper in her ear: "She called Tig cupcake."

Tara's hand flew to her face to muffle a snort of laughter.

"Get some rest, love. I'll be back later."

"Thanks for coming, Ollie. And for telling me the truth."

A brief fission of guilt passed through her, but she shoved it down. It was a necessary lie, at least for now. "Sure, Tara. See you soon."

As she stepped out into the hall, Gemma rounded the corner. Her eyes narrowed. Olivia jerked her head back the way she'd come, and when they were side by side she said, "She doesn't remember anything."

"Like I'm gonna trust that."

"She doesn't, Gem. She thought Jax did it."

There was a short, stunned pause. Then, "Jax would never—"

"Apparently Tara thinks he would. She also doesn't remember the deal he made, or anything that happened yesterday. So basically, to her, she's still being hunted."

"Because she was gonna rat," Gemma said with a twist of her mouth.

"I told her what Jax did. I told her everything that happened—except about you or Juice."

"Why the fuck would you protect me now?"

"You know who I'm protecting, Gemma, and it sure as fuck isn't you."

Their eyes met. Fury simmered between them, but Gemma relented first. "I'll uphold my end of our deal as long as you do."

"Good," Olivia said. "It's always nice when two opposing sides can work together toward a mutual goal."

"Yeah? What goal's that?"

"No more bloodshed. No more death. There's been enough, Gemma. When people die no one wins."

After a moment she let out a huff of breath. "I just want to protect my family. I'll do what I gotta do."

"I know you will," Olivia said. "But right now that involves keeping your temper under control and leaving Tara alone. How about you go home and see to the boys? They'll want to know their mommy's feeling a little better. She might even be able to see them in a day or two."

Gemma crowded close, using her height to its full advantage as she sneered down her nose at Olivia. "You don't get to tell me what to do, little girl."

She rested an easy hand on Gemma's arm. Her expression was cool. "Those kids need someone right now, Gemma. Not a nanny. Family. Their dad's in jail and their mom's in the hospital. You want to be a grandmother so goddamn bad? Go be one."

"Ollie! Gem!" It was Tig, and his sudden appearance startled them both.

Gemma wiped her eyes and sniffled before she turned toward him with a smile. "Hey, Tiggy," she said

"Hey, mama." They hugged, and he pulled away with a frown. "You got past me without sayin' hello. Mendez told me you were back here."

"Sorry, baby. I'm not quite myself right now."

"That's understandable. You stickin' around here for a bit?"

"No," Gemma said with a glance at Olivia. "I need to get home to the boys. They need their grandmother."

"And I have an appointment to get to," Olivia said. "Come on, cupcake. Can't go anywhere without my shadow."

"Cupcake?" Gemma repeated.

Tig rolled his eyes. "Don't ask."

"Strike out, Tiggy?" Olivia said with a moue of sympathy.

"Crashed and burned, baby. Fuckin' crashed and burned."

When Olivia stepped back out in the waiting area of the salon she saw that Tig had wasted no time in cozying up to the busty blonde who'd been waiting when Olivia had been called back. Weird. What time was her appointment?

Tig caught sight of Olivia and disengaged. "Hey!" he said. "It looks great!"

She ran a nervous hand through her hair. The stylist had cut it to just below chin length, and without the weight of it dragging it down, the natural waves came through. It was tousled and casual. Sexy. It softened her features and made her look somehow younger and more mature at the same time.

"Thanks, Tig," she said with a brief quirk to her mouth. She didn't want to admit how badly she'd needed to hear that. She wasn't a vain woman, either, but it was a huge change, and not one she'd chosen.

The blonde sauntered up to them and draped over Tig's shoulders. "Hi, sweetie," she said in a cloying voice. "Cute cut."

"Thanks," she said, shortly. Her eyes ran up and down, assessing, and her gaze snagged on a ring the woman was practically shoving in her face.

"Cindy, this's Ollie. Ollie, Cindy."

"Nice to meet you," Cindy said. "So—Tiggy's your daddy?"

Olivia's brows drew together, because the way she said it did not sound like she meant father. Ew. "No. In any sense of the word." Her chin tilted toward Tig. "We should go," she said.

"Lemme just get Cindy's number—"

"Tig," she said. "Now."

"Ooo," Cindy cooed. "I guess I see who's in charge."

Olivia narrowed her eyes and stepped closer. "That's right, sugar. And I suggest you get your cheap manicure off my man before I get upset."

He looked startled, completely taken aback, but before he could speak Olivia grabbed double handfuls of his cut and hauled him down for a scorching kiss. "Come on, baby," she purred. "Let's get out of here."

Shell-shocked, Tig allowed her to drag him out of the salon and to her car. There was an envelope on the windshield, tucked under one of the wipers. She grabbed it and stuffed it into her jacket.

"Get in the car," she said.

"But, my bike—"

"Tig," she murmured. "Please. Just get in the car. I'll explain everything."

After a moment he nodded and slid into the passenger's seat as she crossed to climb in on the driver's side. She started the engine and cranked the radio up before she leaned close and draped her arms around him. He could feel her breath against his skin as she spoke.

"Sorry about that," she said. "Make it look like we're making out. There's a chance he bugged the car."

He put his arms around her waist gingerly. She wiggled across the console to perch in his lap. "Um, Ollie—"

"Hush. Just listen. Did you notice that girl's ring?"

He nodded. "One of those Irish things, right?"

"A claddagh. I don't know how closely you looked, but there was a vine of thorns twined around the hands and piercing the heart."

He winced. "I didn't really—"

"Her tits were a distraction." She glanced at his face and swatted him on the shoulder. Apparently Olivia's tits were a distraction, too. "Eyes front, soldier."

"Sorry," he muttered. It was barely eleven and it had already been a long, frustrating morning. "I'm guessing there's something special about the ring."

"It's Teddy's sort of—I don't know. Coat of arms. He's a pretentious bastard. I wore one like it for six years."

She didn't mention that the one TJ had given her for their fifth anniversary had had tiny, razor-sharp points on each thorn, and if she wasn't careful they could easily scratch deep enough to draw blood.

"She was a spy," he said. "A fuckin' spy."

"Yep. Question is how the fuck did he know to send a spy here? I got the name of this place from Gemma. I didn't write my appointment down anywhere or even tell anyone where I was going—except you, before we left the hospital."

"Musta been Bonneville guy, or someone else, followin' us."

She ducked her head to make it look like she was nibbling on his neck. "The lack of subtlety is alarming. He's got something big planned, and it's gonna happen soon."

He reached into her jacket and she let out a squeak. "Realism, sweetheart," he whispered. He emerged holding the envelope. "You gonna tell me about this?"

"Well obviously I don't know what's in it."

He tilted it toward her. "Maybe open it."

She sighed and took it from him. When she ripped it open a stack of photos tumbled out. They both grabbed at them and came up with a few. Her eyes went wide as she realized what she was looking at, and she felt his muscles go stiff beneath her.

"Wait, Tig, wait. It's not what it looks like!"

"No? That's not your old man at Jax's house? With a fucking gun?" He lowered his voice to a hiss. "These are dated yesterday, Ollie!"

"Hang on. Please. Let me explain."

"Make it quick," he said through gritted teeth.

She waved one of the pictures under his nose. "Who's that?" she said.

He stared down at it. "Why—what was Gemma—" He broke off and flipped through the stack of photos, surveillance shots that peered into the kitchen window. They told the entire story from the moment Doyle's guys broke in until Juice got Gemma into Wayne's truck and away.

When he finished his face was ashen. He ran a shaking hand through his tangled curls. "Ollie, what the fuck is this?"

"Gemma shot Tara," she whispered in a low, urgent voice. She slid a hand under his cut and pressed a brief kiss to his jaw. "Juice got there in time to stop her, but then she got the gun while he was distracted." She grabbed a picture from the pile and sorted it to the top. "He tried to get to her, but he was too slow. He didn't realize Tara was still alive. There was so much blood, and she was unconscious. I can promise you he would've called for help if he'd known."

"What am I supposed to—why—Jesus Christ, Olivia. Jesus motherfuckin' Christ."

She studied him carefully. She felt that playing the Clay card wouldn't help anything, so she chose a different tack. "He covered for Gemma because of what she means to the club. Things are already so shaky, Tiggy. If you knew that the club's queen regent, the mama bear, had tried to kill the president's old lady, what would happen? And then of course Jax would have to—" She waved a hand.

His head fell back. "Kill his own mother holy fuck."

"Exactly. You were there last night. What sort of state was Jax in?"

"No fucking state to know Gemma did this. And he knew Tara was still alive."

She pulled his chin down so that their eyes met. "Juice thought Tara was dead, and he knew Gemma hadn't killed Eli. He found the postcard on the counter and realized who it had to be from. Rather than turn Gemma in and watch it destroy the club and Jax—because you know it would—he chose to protect her."

"You knew all this. You're protecting her, too."

She hesitated. She thought telling him about the deal she and Gemma had made would probably do more harm than good. She needed him to believe that she and Juice had Gemma, Jax, and the club's best interests at heart.

"For the same reasons Juice did. Teddy did order this hit, Tig. These were his men. They killed Eli and they would have killed Tara if Gemma hadn't gotten there when she did. Teddy is a real and present threat to this club. To this town. I don't want to muddy the issue by bringing Gemma into it."

"God, Ollie, God, I don't know—"

"I know you don't. I know. But Juice and Jax are your brothers. If Jax finds out about this, Juice is dead. Jax will be devastated. He will, as you pointed out, have to kill his own mother. After everything the club's been through, all the death and bloodshed, something like this could be the killing blow."

He shook his head like a stunned dog. "Gemma can't have those boys. She tried to kill their mother! She would have if Juice—" He scrubbed both hands over his face. "Okay. Okay. I'll help you cover for Gem until this thing with Teddy's taken care of. After that—after that I don't know. I might have to go to Jax."

She held her breath. Let it out long and slow. "What about Juice?"

He looked away. He was quiet for so long she almost poked up, but finally he found her eyes again. "I won't mention Juicy. I think—I think he made the right call. I don't think I woulda ratted Gem out, either. Not then."

She swallowed hard and brushed her fingers over his face. "Thank you, Tiggy."

He pocketed one of the pictures—Gemma standing in the kitchen with a gun pointed down. It was before Juice had gotten there, so someone who only saw that one wouldn't know he was involved at all. "I'm keepin' this one," he said.

"Teddy has copies, I'm sure. Some sort of insurance." A new thought occurred to her and her face transformed with horror. "He might have left another batch of them somewhere. The shop. This might just be—"

"A warning, Ollie. That's all it is." He ran a comforting hand down her back. "This guy is playin' mind games with you, babe."

He didn't want to say it aloud, but actually it sounded plausible: let the club take care of Juice and save Doyle the time and energy. But Doyle had to know Jax would want Ollie, too, and that couldn't be part of his plan.

Tig shifted a little and she rounded on him. "Alex Trager!"

He flushed and ducked his head. "Ollie, look, it ain't my fault. You're sittin' in my lap, and you smell real good. You fuckin' kissed me!"

She gritted her teeth and crawled back into her own seat. "Next time you want to flirt with someone on Teddy's payroll I'll leave you to it." She spun the dial on the radio to turn the volume down. "I'll meet you back at the shop," she said.

He reached for the door handle but hesitated. "Ollie, listen, about yesterday—"

She held up a hand to cut him off. "I don't need you to unburden yourself to me either way, Tig. You voted the way you thought was right. For or against—well. Your call." Her mouth curved. "I'm just glad it fell out the way it did."

"Me too," he said after a moment. "And I'm sorry about your hair."

"Oh, well. It'll grow. Better than the alternative, right?"

He acknowledged that with a grimace.

She patted his arm. "Go on. I'll see you there."

He gave a long sigh and got out of the car. What a goddamn day.

It would've been really easy for me to pair her with Chibs today, but ya know. We know the Chibs/Olivia dynamic. I wanted something different. Also, I thought maybe the club VP would have better things to do.

I have ideas sketched out for ch49, so hopefully I won't have to skip again tomorrow. I've gotten several new follows/favs in the last couple of days. I'd love to hear from you! :D