We walked back into the Clubhouse and they begun drinking. I want a drink too! I stepped in behind the bar and grabbed a bottle of liquor then begun chugging.
Hours and hours later, Jax's Point of View:
When I woke up, there was a throbbing in my head. I sat up and walked out into the main room where most of the Club members was passed out with a bottle of booze in their hand, or a croweater beside them.
I rolled my eyes, disgusted but then I saw her stumbling towards me, and I could practically smell the booze on her body and breath. I coughed and asked,"Libby? Are you fucking drunk?" She giggled then exclaimed, "Yeah! So what?!"
She walked closer and slipped, falling straight into me. I picked her up, then carried her to my room. She giggled once again, then stated,"You're pretty..."
"And you're drunk. Point?" I asked in return. She cuddled against my chest and muttered,"I don't understand why you don't like me.."
Libby's POV, after she drags her ass out of bed:
When I finally woke up,I had a pounding in my head and it was clearly from a hang over. The reason I woke up,was the sun smirking viciously, aggregating me. But what made things even worse, was Juice and Half Sack running in my room, banging pots and pans together with metal spoons.
"WAKEY WAKEY, WE WANT EGGS AND BAKEY!" they screamed at me. I snatched a spoon out of their hands and begun chasing them through the Clubhouse, while everyone watched.
"This is what you get when you wake my ass up for breakfast, you bastards,"I screamed while hitting them repeating them over and over again with the spoon. Opie turned to Happy and asked, "Should we stop her?" Hap looked at me, then turned back to Ope and declared,"I don't want my ass beat with a metal spoon."
Someone snatched the spoon out of my hands then snapped, "That's enough!"
Jax. Of course it was Jax. Gemma snatched the spoon out of his hands and hit both of us then barked,"Sons, in the Church. Libs, get in that garage and start working your little ass off. Move it!"
Jax and I shared a mutual glare before he stalked into the private room known as the Church, and I stormed off to the garage.
A wee bit later:
Someone approached me and asked,"Excuse me?" I scooted out from under the Mustang I was working on then inquired,"May I help you, ma'am?"
She had short brown hair and blue eyes, with two kids beside her. She frowned then demanded,"Who the hell are you?"
I drew in a breath then sighed sassily, "Oh, I don't know, just a mechanic slash waitress here at The Sons of Anarchy Diner Garage. How may I be of service, milady?"
"Oh, you're a smartass too,huh?" she snapped. I rolled my eyes then declared, "Listen,lady. I don't have time for this shit. I just want to finish this guy's car, so Opie can give me the keys and I can get rid of this guy. Now, if you'll fucking excuse me, I have a damn job to get to, so if you need something, then open your mouth and use your words. You're not a two year old."
I paused and glanced down at her then muttered,"At least, I don't think you're a two year old." Her mouth was open wide. Oops. No filter.
"Donna? Is everything okay?" Opie asked as he approached us. I looked up and questioned, "You know this clown?" He chuckled and stated,"That clown is my wife. Get back to work, Squirt." I punched his arm then slid back under the Mustang.
"Libs, Gemma wants ya!" Chibs shouted as I handed the Mustang keys to Half Sack so he could get rid of the car before I joined Gemma in her office, easing the door shut to where only a click was heard.
"Sit,baby." She didn't even look up! I sat in the chair stayed in front of her desk then begun twittling my thumbs. I felt like I was in high school again in the principal's office.
"Heard you and Jax are having some problems with each other again. Well, I need some things, so here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna go with him, and you guys are gonna work out what ever the fuck is going on with you two." she confirmed, glancing up at me above her glasses frames.
It wasn't a request to go, it was a command. Who was I to deny my boss? She did find me and bring me in. I sighed and grumbled under my breath before I replied,"Is he waiting on me?"
She nodded and I shuffled out of her office then searched for Jax and his awesome hair. He stood beside his bike, and it took only seconds for it to dawn on me. We were taking his motorcycle. I had never been on a bike, which slightly scared me. What if he shoves me off the back of his bike?! I don't wanna die!
"Oh, fuck no. My luck, the minute I slide on this bike, you'll shove me off and laugh in my face. Not happening."
He rolled his eyes as I approached him before he stated,"Chill it. I'm not gonna shove you off. I'm not that mean. Damn." He held out a large hand to me then raised an eyebrow and asked, "You getting on, or what?"
I accepted his outstretched hand, only to have him jerk me into his chest with a wicked grin. He climbed on and I had no choice but to follow.
"Put this on and hold on tight,"he declared, handing me a helmet. I did as he instructed, clipping the clasp before I wrapped my arms loosely around his waist causing him to huff and demand,"You really wanna fall off the back of this bike, don't ya?" I shook my head rapidly then replied, "No, not really."
"Then hold on tight." I tightened my grip, causing him to grunt before starting the bike. We rode out of the parking lot, the wind whipping my hair into my face and as much as I hate to admit it, I enjoyed riding on the back of Jax's bike.
We arrived at the police station and he killed the bike before helping me off the back of the motorcycle. We entered the station, hand in hand (he was dragging me along, okay?!) and glanced around.
"Teller! What the hell are you doin here?" a man asked, he was maybe in his late thirties, early forties, as he approached us. He had blue eyes and brown hair.
"Hale, my mom sent me to pick up something from Unser. Got any idea what the hell it is?" Jax replied with an eye roll. The man, Hale, sighed and muttered to himself before he led us towards another door, which read Sheriff on it.
Hale knocked then opened it when he got a response. An older man, in his fifties, sixties maybe, sat at a desk before looking up and he sighed at the sight of Hale standing in the doorway.
"What do you need,Hale?" he asked, clearly annoyed. Paperwork was sprawled across the desk, making him appear very busy. Hale leaned more inside the office then allowed Jax and myself to squeeze inside the room. The older man's eyes widened at the sight of Jax and I then he demanded,"Is this the girl Gemma was telling me that you had a crush on,Jax?"
Jax's cheeks flared red as he glared at the sheriff and he shot back,"I don't have a crush on her. If anything, she has a crush on me. I just came by to get whatever the hell Mom sent us down to get, Unser."
Unser stood up with a chuckle and stretched his hand out to me then declared,"Wayne Unser. Nice to meet you, little lady." I laughed and shook his hand while I introduced myself,"Libby Parker. The pleasure is all mine." Unser raised an eyebrow then stated,"I don't understand why Gemma would say you're a bitch to Jax. You're such a pretty young lady. With wonderful manners towards an old man like myself."
"You ain't seen her inside of the Clubhouse just yet,"Jax muttered, more to himself I believe, than everyone else in the room. I elbowed him the ribs and scolded,"If you have anything to say, speak up. Its rude to think out loud without sharing to the rest of the class."
He glared at me, but Hale and Unser just laughed at the biker's expression. Jax huffed then demanded,"Look, just give me whatever the fuck Gemma sent us to get so we can get to the store so I can pick up smokes."
Unser handed Jax a small bag and declared, "Make sure Gemma gets this shit or she'll kick your ass and mine for trusting your dumbass with it."
"Don't worry. The trusty sidekick will get it to Gemma. This idiot can't even remember what he came here for."
"Just remember,Sunshine. You're riding on the back of my bike and I can, and I will shove your pretty little ass off of it too."
"Aw,he called me pretty,"I cooed, pinching at his cheeks. He swatted my hands away then barked,"Jesus Christ, you touch me one more time-" I poked him in the cheek before racing off, laughing.
I didn't really think Jax would act on his threat but I soon filed away a mental note that read, "Don't mess with Jax."
Arms circled my waist as I was pulled back into a hard chest and his long blond hair tickled my neck as he breathed in my ear, "You really know how to push my buttons, don't ya, darling?"
I let out a nervous laugh then asked sarcastically, "Is that a rhetorical question?" I could see him roll his eyes out of the corner of my peripheral vision, causing me to laugh.
He tossed me over his shoulder and immediately, I begun to scream then pounded on his back.
"Please Jax! I'm begging you, lemme down!" I shouted as he headed towards the bike. His phone buzzed in his back pocket and before he could grab it, I snatched it from its place.
I clicked the screen on and saw it was a text message from Opie,"Yo brother. We'll be heading towards the Mayans. See you there?"
"Wait the Mayans? As in the guys who were shooting at you last night?" I demanded, trying to twist so I could sneak a glance at his reaction.
"Yes. The guys that was shooting at me last night. Look,Libs, I'm just gonna drop you off at the Clubhouse with Ma while I go out and handle this shit."he informed me as I was set on my feet once again once we were outside again.
"Right. You go deal with all that bullshit, while I stay home, safe and sound. You have fun with that." I declared, walking in the direction of the Clubhouse.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Jax demanded as he begun following me.
"Well, if I don't straight out, I'm going to hell. You have business to take care of, and I have places and fat to walk off. See you, Pretty Boy." I heard him sigh then screamed,"You don't even know where you're going!"
"I'll find my way." I shouted back.
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