Roxanne (Hvitserk x OC)

Part I

Bar hopping hadn't exactly been on her to do list. Heck, her to do list today consisted of getting married. It hadn't been checked off. Roxanne had been embarrassed when she realized he had not shown up. Cold feet had been the excuse from his family. Yeah right.

"Come on Roxy, no dwelling on it," Tatiana said, taking hold of Roxanne's elbow. Her friend had been quick to act earlier when they had realized she wasn't getting hitched. Her bridesmaids had promised her a night of bar hopping and karaoke.

That's where Roxanne found herself, in some bar in a small country town, about to be dragged onto the stage to sing some terrible pop song. She wasn't nearly as drunk as she needed to be for this. Stage fright was such a bitch.

"Can we just go do shots at the bar?" Roxanne pleaded, trying to turn and book it to the bar. Tatiana wouldn't let her go and she whined as Sally helped to turn her. Fiona helped them drag her up onto the stage, even as Roxanne protested the entire way. It probably looked hilarious to the people watching.

***

Hvitserk watched as Ivar lined up his shot. They were playing pool in the back, Ubbe was locked in a kiss with Torvi as Sigurd watched the game. He'd opted out, disliking the way Ivar always managed to beat him. Hvitserk turned and motioned for a sweet butt to hand him his beer. She did so. Hvitserk took in the main floor of the bar.

Ragnar's place hadn't changed much over the years, Bjorn had seen to that. Being born to the founding member of the Vikings MC had its perks. They were patched young; it was the only life they knew, and they embraced it wholeheartedly. It gave them time like this, where most of the other patched members kept their distance.

It was a little more packed than usual, they'd been celebrating Floki's release and return to the fold so there were people mixed in with the club he didn't know. The bar operated like any other, until you passed the bathrooms. The back corridor into the members rooms beyond was off limits to non-club folk. There usually wasn't an issue with Whitehair usually acting as a bouncer back there.

He chugged most of his beer as he watched the stage, the karaoke thing had been his mother's idea. It'd been dead most of the night, but he quirked an eyebrow as he watched three women pull another up onto the stage. They weren't sweet butts, he knew them all, by name and cup size. He smirked as he watched the three brunettes shove a microphone into the blonde's hand as they kept her in place.

"Hvitserk," Ivar called, signaling it was his turn but Hvitserk waved him off, leaning against the railing that separated the pool tables from the main floor. He settled in, nodding as the sweet butt switched out his empty bottle for another one.

This was going to be good.

***

Roxanne growled at her friends. They were the best, and the worst. The microphone in her hands was awkward, she could just drop it, but she realized that would likely turn more attention on them. Her scrambling to get off the stage likely had been a sight. Tatiana had body blocked her, wrapping an arm around her waist, and dragging her back.

The three of them were pointing to the machine where the songs to select from were resting. Riley rolled her eyes. She looked at the songs - Teenage Dream by Katy Perry, fuck nope. I want it that way by backstreet boys, eh, fun but this bar didn't seem like it would enjoy that. Her eyes scrolled across the next few songs and then her eyes lit up. Oh, that one.

Wild Thing by Tone Loc.

She smirked, if they were going to make her do this, she was going to get them back. Tatiana, who had a sixth sense for when Roxanne was going to fuck with their plans, reached out and hit a different song. Apparently, she'd been taking too long.