I finally emerge a few hours later; on a mission to find more alcohol. I'm several steps beyond insanely drunk. Gemma notices me stumbling through the hallway and sends Happy over to intercept.
"Baby girl, what are you doing?" He whispers as he pulls me into his chest and pushes my hair away from my face.
"Thirsty." I mumble into his shirt.
"No, I think you need some sleep." He tries to turn me back to the dorm room and a burst of drunken courage and energy rushes through me. I shove him off of me in a half-hearted attempt, yelling at him. He falls loudly against the wall in shock.
"Stop fucking telling me what I need! None of you know what the fuck I need!" I scream with a slur, no logic to my words. The bar falls silent, everyone turning to watch.
Opie pushes through some gawking crow-eaters, enjoying the embarrassment of someone who frequently disrespects them. He picks me up in one swift movement and storms down the hall to Jaxson's room with only a couple of angry strides. He marches into the bathroom and throws me into the shower and turns the water on full blast. Freezing cold water bounces of my skin, soaking and shocking me into hyperventilation. I try to escape but he stands holding me firmly under the water.
"You wanna act like a fucking child; I'll treat you like one." He snarls at me through clenched teeth.
Finally when he's convinced I'm something resembling human, he shuts the water off and throws me a towel. He marches back out the door and slams it loudly. I step out of the tub tentatively and peel my wet clothes off. I wrap the towel around my body and search the dresser for a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. I throw my hair into a loose ponytail and slip my feet into a pair of Nike Sandals.
I step out into the hallway and head for the bar. Several people stop to stare at my sudden re-emergence and my drastic change in appearance. My buzz is starting to fade away, leaving a rolling stomach and a growing pain in my head. I sit down on a stool next to Gemma and Tara.
"Coffee?" One of the more tolerable regulars offers.
"Please, with some of that Vanilla flavored shit. Oh and something full of grease." She nods at me and turns away.
"Grab her some water and Advil too." Tara tells the girl. "Feel better psycho?" She turns to me with a smirk. I flip her off as my head sinks to the bar.
"Damn, look at my white trash beautiful rock star." Happy's voice ripens the pain in my head. I groan loudly and spin around to face him. Kozik stands next to him and I feel a slow blush creep over my face. Tara turns to see what I'm staring at and she spits her coffee out in laughter.
"Well some things never change. Still a sloppy bitch." He shakes his head at me with a laugh.
"Wouldn't want to disappoint you, ya ugly cocksucker." I slide off the stool and let him wrap me up in an overpowering embrace.
"What was with the little floor show?" He asks, his eyes raking over my body. I just shake my head at him, not wanting to get into it right now.
I shift uncomfortably under his gaze. Kozik and I have an embarrassing history. He is one of the only members of the club I ever flirted with. I followed him like a love sick teenager when I was 17. The night of my graduation party, I drank so much that I threw myself on to him for a kiss followed by me puking on him ceremoniously. It was not one of my finer moments. He teased me mercilessly but it broke the ice between us and we dated briefly until he figured out that he didn't want anything serious. We split up but stayed friends when he left for Tacoma. I never heard the story but knew there was tension between him and Tig.
The guys are in and out most of the afternoon while we hang out and try to keep the family at peace and the kids entertained. When everyone is finally back, Clay explains how the night is going to work, where everyone will be sleeping. Filip catches my eye across the bar and doesn't break contact. When Clay finishes up, some of us walk outside to send the guys off on their club business. All I know is it has to do with Weston. Opie kisses Lyla passionately before stepping over to me. He puts his hand on the back of my head and pulls me to him, kissing my forehead.
"Don't be a bitch while I'm gone." He tells me. I nod with a smile.
Filip stands at his bike, his body full of tension. Tara's insistence that I talk to him earlier encourages my feet to move toward him. He pushes his sunglasses to his forehead to look at me when I reach him. Without a word, I push myself up on my toes and press my lips to his. He doesn't push me away but the kiss isn't the same. Disappointed, I break away and look to the ground. I turn on my heel and he catches my arm. He pulls me against his chest and holds me tight.
"We'll talk tonight." He whispers as he strokes my hair. His hand comes to rest on the small of my back and a shiver runs through me.
When he finally lets me go and climbs on his bike, I step back and try to calm the rush of heat coursing through me. I walk back toward Tara who puts her arm around me and rests her head against mine. I reach up and hold her hand against my shoulder and we watch the guys roll out of the parking lot followed closely by the black van. The addition of the Tacoma guys helps to ease my fear, but only mildly.
Gemma and Lyla come over to us and we stand there, unspoken concern between us.
"They'll be ok. We'll be ok. Let's get everyone inside." She says, comforting each of us. We follow the Queen into the clubhouse with everyone else to wait for their safe return.
The next morning, we join the guys outside the Charming PD. They are waiting for news about Weston, Zobelle and his daughter. I hang back as the group crowds around Wayne when he comes out with an update. Lyla and Opie stroll over to me.
"Hangin in there Bree?" Opie asks, lighting a cigarette.
"Yeah. Sorry about yesterday. I was stupid." I tell him, looking up at him from behind my sunglasses. I'm still recovering from my self-induced torture.
"It happens." I can tell he is still worried. "Why don't you and Lyla head back to the clubhouse? Make sure you're safe. No detours." Opie dictates. The pretty blond nods and we get into her car. Happy and Kozik follow us back to the clubhouse where we wait for word from the rest of our family. After making sure we're inside and safe, they head back to join the boys.