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Post by Mickie Valance on Dec 10, 2009 20:36:41 GMT -5
Mickie was dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans, her biker boots, a black wife beater, and one of her father's old Teller-Morrow work shirts which she'd left unbuttoned. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, but the only thing that anyone could see of her right now was her legs and that nicely formed backside of hers. Mickie was bent over under the hood of an old Chevy Impala as Stairway to Heaven by Led Zepplin blared from the radio in the shop.
"Son of a bitch!" came a curse from under the hood of the car which was then followed by the sound of of a tool hitting the concrete floor. Mickie stood up straight brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face before leaning back to pop her back which had become a bit stiff from being bent under the hood. Laying down on the concrete, she scooted under the car until her fingers were wrapped around the socket wrench and she pulled it out, standing back up.
Most of the guys around the shop had scoffed and/or laughed when she'd first started working there, but after a few days, she'd proven that she could do the job just as well as they could. They still gave her lip about it though. Bending down back under the hood, Mickie went back to working on the spark plugs, trying to get the old ones out so that she could put the new ones on. She finally got one out, but when she went to pull it from the socket wrench, it fell apart in her hand. "Mary mother of Christ," she fumed, that comment making it quite obvious that she'd hung out with Chibs a bit too long.
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Post by Jax Teller on Dec 10, 2009 20:46:25 GMT -5
The Sons of Anarchy is an outlaw motorcycle club with many charters in the United States. The Charming local is the original founding chapter of the Sons of Anarchy. The Charming charter is based out of a clubhouse adjacent to the Teller-Morrow auto mechanic shop. Led by Clay Morrow, the club protects and controls Charming through close community relationships, bribery and violent intimidation. The full name of the motorcycle club is Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club, Redwood Original Charter. Though more frequently the club is referred to as SAMCRO. The club's leathers also refer to "Men of Mayhem," Jax has worn a hat that says "Reaper Crew," and their logo is a grim reaper wielding an M-16 with a bloody scythe blade and holding a crystal ball with the anarchy "A". Another symbol of the club is the crow. (At least two female characters affiliated with the club have crow tattoos.) As for the motorcycles, the Sons mostly ride customized Harley-Davidson Dynas. Club members have "day jobs" in local industries, most of them working at Clay's auto repair shop, but they primarily make money by illegally importing weapons and selling them to drug gangs in the East Bay, along with protection runs for local businesses by protecting valuable truck shipments from hijacking.SAMCRO keeps meth traffickers out of Charming, which puts them at odds with the meth-distributing white supremacist "Nords" gang, the Nordics, headed by Ernest Darby. Unlike their rivals, the Sons are relatively diverse and inclusionist, openly rejecting the Nords' white supremacy. The SOA also have to deal with a rival Oakland-based MC, the "Mayans" led by Marcus Alvarez, who control the neighboring territory of northern Nevada.
Every man has his calling. Every man has his path on the planet. For one man his plan was plain and simple. Jackson Teller, formally known as "Jax". He was born in 1978 in Charming, California and is the son of Gemma and John Teller. His father died in 1993 and his mother re-married Clay Morrow, now the President of the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club. He has a genetic heart disorder which he inherited from his mother. His brother died of this condition when he was young. Jax serves as the Sons of Anarchy Vice-President, and works as a mechanic at the Teller-Morrow Auto Shop. He has served time in prison for smuggling and gun-running, his last arrest was in 2003. He married Wendy Case, but filed for divorce because of her drug habit. After Wendy got clean, they reconciled and conceived a son, Abel; Jax left her while she was pregnant because he wasn't ready to be a father. Wendy started using again and Abel was born a crank baby. Now Jax serves as a single father, but with the help of the club and his mother Jax seems to handle himself pretty well. Not that he needs help or anything. Having recently discovered several of his father's old journals and an old manuscript titled The Life and Death of Sam Crow: How the Sons of Anarchy Lost Their Way, which collectively lay out the original manifesto for SAMCRO, he finds himself doubting the club's direction, causing friction between himself and his stepfather Clay, and spreading doubt amongst the other members. Another member of SAMCRO, Opie Winston, has been his friend since childhood.
Jax has a number of tattoos, most notably his club's logo on his back and his son Abel's name on his chest. On his cut, he wears patches reading "V. President" and "Men of Mayhem". He is also something of a "Nike bikie" as he often wears stylish and fashionable clothing, such as sneakers and casual jeans. The motorcycle that he rides is a Harley-Davidson Dyna-Glide, specifically a Super Glide Sport. Growing up Jax lost his father at a very young age. All he knows is the club. He was born into it and he will one day become President as soon as Clay steps down. There has been many bumps in the road for Jax. He will not take any shit from anyone no matter who it is. At this point Jax was in his room at the SAMCRO clubhouse. His palms laid flat on the counter top in the restroom as he looked at himself in the mirror. Jax had just gotten out of the shower. His hair was ticked back behind his ears all wet. Water drizzled down his face. Jax looked hard into the mirror at himself. You could say he is trying to find himself. It is hard being a single father and VP of the Sons of Anarchy. Jax then turned and walked out of the restroom and into his room. His fathers journal was laying on the bed as well as Jax's blue jeans and button up long-sleeve shirt. He would lean over, grabbing his shirt and placing it over his body, sliding his arms through it. He would then grab a pair of boxers as he slipped them on along with his blue jeans. Jax would then button his shirt up and grab his Sons of Anarchy cut as he put it on over it. He looked good like he was offical, but it did not matter how he dressed once a biker always a biker.
Jax would grab his fathers journal on the bed and carry it with him. He would walk outside. It was night out and all the bikes at the clubhouse were lined up in a row. Jax would have a small smile formed across his face as he walked across the lot and over to his Harley-Davidson Dyna-Glide. He opened up one of his pouches as he placed the journal in it, closing it afterward. Jax would grab his knife that he always carried from the side of his bike as he placed it over his belt loop. Afterward he grabbed his black shades as he placed them over his eyes. It was still a little early in the morning. Jax walked across the lot towards the Teller-Morrow parking lot. He walked in the garage. Everyone had been working on cars, part of their jobs. However Jax was looking for Clay he had some questions concerning Ethan Zobelle. As Jax had stepped into the garage her heard the sound of metal hitting the floor and a women's voice over the loud sound. It was Mickie just working on a car. Mickie was like a sister figure to Jax in a way, well they grew up together at least. He soon walked over to her as he knelled down and looked at her with a smile forming across his face. "Need any help Mickie?" Jax spoke after parting his lips.
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Post by Jennifer Romano on Dec 10, 2009 20:47:43 GMT -5
Jenny pressed her hand against the wall inside the office at Teller-Morrow, a small sigh passing her lips as she looked over at the mountain of paper work that Gemma had left her to work on. Clad in a pair of blue jeans that hung low on her hips, her heavy black boots that she wore everywhere and a black tank top she ran her fingers through her hair. Why Gemma had been schooling her in working in the office she would never know, all she knew was she’d rather have her head under the hood of a car.
A muffled curse sprang to her ears from outside the door that led into the garage, perking a brow the slender brunette made her way over toward the door to push it open. Her eyes settled on Mickie as she heard the tool clatter to the concrete floor beneath her feet, seemed like she was having one hell of a day already. Carefully, she folded her arms over her chest and pressed herself in the door way the guys weren’t too keen on women working on the cars, but they got used to it Jenny had went through the wringer especially with Tig when she began at the garage.
Watching as the women went back to work, Jenny turned away leaving the door open and plopped down on the rolling chair behind the desk as she sighed looking over the paper work. “God, you would think she didn’t do a damn thing around here,” she grumbled before thumbing through several part orders just as another lovely jolt of words caught her ears and she wheeled herself over to the door looking out to her. “Chibs rubbing off on ya huh?” she asked. Seeing Jax make his way in and a small smile formed on her lips.
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Post by Mickie Valance on Dec 10, 2009 21:07:52 GMT -5
Mickie looked up as Jax spoke to her, a smile curling the corners of her lips. He was like the big brother she'd never had, she having been an only child. Well, as far as she knew she was an only child. She hadn't seen her mother since she and her dad divorced, and her mother had been notorious for screwing anything that would jump in bed with her, so Mickie could have half-siblings and not even know it.
Shaking those thoughts away, Mickie held the spark plug in the palm of her open hand for Jax to see. The thing was in about nine or ten pieces. "I'm beginning to wonder how long it's been since the owner had these changed; it's not good when they fall apart like that," she said with a smile. Looking over as one of the rollbacks pulled in, Mickie watched as Chibs got out of the driver's side, and the prospect - Half-Sack - got out on the passenger side. She watched the prospect begin to unload the car on the truck, but she quickly looked back at Jax when Chibs had looked over in her direction.
Things weren't going to great in that department. Mickie had broken things off with Chibs after finding out that he was still married, and then she'd hooked up with Tig, but after Chibs had gotten out of the hospital, Mickie had realized that she still had feelings for the Scot which was making it hard to give Tig an answer as to whether she'd be his old lady. She was torn between the two of them, and that emotion flashed quickly across her eyes before she buried it inside her like she did with all her other emotions when she was around other people. She never showed emotions around other people; there was always a front there, because not only was she dealing with the Tig/Chibs thing, but she was also still coming to terms with the death of her father, the shoot out having only been a little over a month ago.
"You lookin' for Clay?" she asked Jax, trying to keep the emotions from lingering in her eyes where he could see them, knowing that she was probably not doing a very good job of that. However, she smiled and looked over into the office doorway at Jenny when she mentioned something about Chibs rubbing off on her. "Yeah, I guess you could say he has," she answered.
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Post by Jennifer Romano on Dec 10, 2009 21:31:16 GMT -5
Jenny couldn’t help but let a sly smirk take her lips as Mickie looked over her way, hearing her answer she shook her head slightly of course leave it to the native New Yorker to find her mind quickly turning to the gutter. Pale lips parted to say something else, but she quickly let them seal shut as her cell began to go off in her jeans and she used the heel of her boot for momentum so she could roll back over to the desk. Rolling over she dropped the papers that were in her hand down, and leaned back pulling her cell out with slender fingers.
Seeing it was the number to Opie’s daughters’ school she flipped the cell open quickly and placed it against her ear. “Elizabeth?” she asked softly into the mouth piece as the girls voice soon echoed over the phone and into her ears. Apparently, there had been a bit of a fight between her and another girl over the fact of Opie having been locked away for so long and then the recent death of Donna. The other girl giving her hell about her messed up family and how the new women in her dad’s life would make him forget about her and her brother, hearing her sob over the phone Jenny sighed.
She was curious why she was the receiver of this call and not Opie, but she didn’t ask all she could do was listen to Elizabeth soft sobs on the other line, slamming her hand down slightly on the desk she closed her eyes. She had come to love his kids, to help protect them and raise them and this just made her mad. God, if she ever met the other girls mother, shit would hit the fan. “Can you make it through the rest of the day?” she kept her voice soft.
Hearing her agreeing that she could, Jenny nodded though the little girl couldn’t see it and hung up after letting her know she would be the one getting her and her brother from school. Placing the cell against her forehead she closed her eyes and let her elbows drop to the desk with a thud. Once she felt herself grow calm she pushed back from the desk and stood up, while opening her eyes and tucking her phone away before stepping out into the garage to join the others.
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Post by Jax Teller on Dec 10, 2009 23:00:52 GMT -5
Looking down at Mickie, Jax's smile began to get a little wider as she was working hard. That was the thing about the workers of Teller-Morrow man or women they got the job done, but however the club preferred the men to do the hard work. That was just the way they were. Jax let his hands slowly slip into his pants pockets as he looked down at Mickie with that smile he had formed across his face. A small piece of his blonde hair began to hang over his forehead and down on his face because of the way he was looking down at her. Mickie began to speak about the car she was working on at the same time one of the rollbacks was pulling in. They could hear the wheels sliding against the concrete rocks. Jax looked back as his smile kind of faded just a small bit. It was Chibs and the prospect Half-Sack that got out of the truck. Jax had only looked over for about three seconds before his attention went back on Mickie who was still halfway under the car. There had seem to be some weird tension with Mickie and Chibs because they were recently together, but things had happened. Jax did not know to much about their personal lives, but he knew well enough to just leave it alone. Being the Vice President he knew his boundary's. Jax could see the emotion in Mickie's face after she had that awkward stare at Chibs, but it soon found its way out. As soon as Mickie focused her attention on Jax, asking him if he was looking for Clay-Jenny the office worker began to speak on the behalf of Chibs and Mickie. As soon as Jenny spoke out Jax had looked at her and then back at Mickie about a second later. That was not the right thing to talk about right now, but maybe it was the best thing for Mickie to get out, but Jax did not like to get into peoples personal well beings. About five seconds after Mickie had answered Jenny's question Jax parted his lips as his smile came back into play across his lips. "Yeah, I was looking for Clay I had some questions I needed to speak with him about." Jax said as he turned his head left to right, looking around not seeing a sight of Clay. "I don't see him around maybe he is not here" Jax said as he shrugged his shoulders. It was very important because last night Gemma and Tara sat Jax and Clay down to talk about Gemme getting raped. It had tore down Clay and Jax, but at the same time it put aside their differences for everything that has been happening to them the past couple of weeks. Jax was ready to spill blood and he knew damn well Clay was ready to kill. After Jax spoke to Mickie the phone in the office began to ring. Mostly it was always customers calling to make an appointment or to check on their cars, but not this time. It was Opies daughter Elizabeth calling. Jax did not really ease drop so he focused his attention back on Mickie. "Have you talked to Gemma today?" he asked her as his smile faded away. His mother was one of the most important things to him and when he found out she was raped it broke him down inside. Jax was not for sure if any of the workers knew or anything. Most of the men knew by now because Clay held a club meeting last night. After asking Mickie his question he looked back over at Jenny who was now off the phone. "Problems?" he said looking at her. Attachments:
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Post by Mickie Valance on Dec 11, 2009 11:00:46 GMT -5
Mickie heard a phone in the office ring, but she paid it no mind as she looked over at Jax as she turned so that she was now leaning against the front of the car as she tossed the broken spark plug into a nearby trash can, the sound of it hitting the bottom echoing through the garage, a few of the guys poking their heads up to see where the noise had come from before going back to their own work. She looked over at Jax when he confirmed that he was looking for Clay. "Last time I saw Clay, he down in the last bay of the garage working on something on a bike," she answered him, nodding down the garage in the general she'd seen Clay.
Jax had then asked her if she'd talked to Gemma, and Mickie shook her head, and seeing that his smile had faded, she knew that something was up. "No, I haven't talked to her today; not yet anyway, but we usually do lunch together somewhere, so I'll talk to her sometime today," she replied then sighed softly. "I can see in your expression that something's not right. What happened?" she asked, almost afraid of what the answer may be. Gemma was like a mother to Mickie since her own birth mother was too busy shooting up and screwing to worry about her. However, before Jax could answer her, Chibs walked up but stood off to one side until Mickie turned her gaze to him. "I need ta talk to ya Mickie Blue Eyes when ya ge' a chance," he said to her, using the nickname he'd given her. Mickie nodded, letting him know that she would talk to him when she got a chance, and she thought that he'd walk away, but instead, he simply took a couple of steps back, seeming to wait until she was finished talking to Jax before he moved into talk to her.
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Post by Clay on Dec 11, 2009 13:04:55 GMT -5
Clay had seen Jax come up, but when he'd started talking to Abby, Clay'd continued working on the bike that was on the lift in front of him. Unlike him and those he associated with, some people didn't take care of their bikes like they were supposed to, and the one in front of him was testament to that. The motor had a cracked head, a blown spark plug, and an oil leak among many other little things that were aggravating Clay. "I swear, some idiots should never even be allowed to touch a god damn bike," he mumbled to himself as he continued to work.
However, the grating of metal from outside the shop in the lot caught Clay's attention, and he stood up, tossing the wrench on the table with a loud clatter that caught everyone's attention. "Hey prospect, careful with that car. We ain't pain you to tear 'em up, just unload 'em," he yelled at Half-Sack then looked down the garage to see Jax and Mickie talking. As he made his way down to them, Chibs came into view and he came to a stop when he was standing between him and Mickie. "And, I ain't payin' you two to just stand around," he said, looking between Mickie and Chibs. He then looked over at Jax, stepping over next to him. He saw the look on his face - a serious one - which could only mean that he needed to talk. "Back to work everyone," he yelled into the garage as he placed and arm around Jax's shoulders and led him away from the garage. "What's on your mind, son?" he asked.
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Post by Jennifer Romano on Dec 11, 2009 13:17:35 GMT -5
Jenny sighed softly as Jax voiced his question toward her, oh yeah there was a problem alright one she was thinking about interfering with her mind was focused on Elizabeth at the moment and she was having second thoughts about leaving the girl to finish the rest of the school day since there was no telling just what else could happen. With a quick glance over her shoulder toward the last bay where Clay was working on a bike, she turned her focus back onto Jax while speaking. “Op’s daughter got into a fight at school,” she told him softly while placing the palm of her hand against her forehead as Chibs came into view near the three who were standing in front of the car Mickie was working on.
She had known about Chibs and Mickie being together but, it seemed once Fiona came into the picture after Chibs was nearly blown up that the pair seemed to grow distant Watching his exchange of words to the women she soon jumped as Clay’s voice boomed through the garage and she was glad she was pretty much invisible when it came to the man, as long as she wasn’t working on cars he didn’t seem to mind when she took a break since Gemma had left her a shit ton of paper work to do. Looking back to Jax she shook her head. “I need to get a hold of Op, let him know what happened. If he doesn’t think she should go the rest of the day I’m gonna have to head out,” those were the last words she spoke before moving from the group as Clay drew near.
It was almost on cue that the second she stepped out of the bay the roar of a chopper perked her ears and she glanced toward the opening of the lot seeing Opie pull in, smile catching his face in the sun until he saw Jenny’s face and it instantly faded as he road past her and went to pull his bike into the lineup. With a small groan she hated being the bearer of bad news, though in a way she was a bit proud of his little girl for standing up for herself though of course she wasn’t gong to tell him that. As he got off and broke the distance between them she glanced up toward him and sighed. “Elizabeth got into a fight at school.”
Opie’s eyes went wide as he grabbed her hand leading over to his truck which she had drove in for the day, there was no time for her to react as she was being pulled away against her will. “Is she alright? What the hell happened?” he asked as he made his way to the drivers side of the truck only to have his hand tugged on by Jenny to stop him from opening the door. “Op, she’s alright, she called me and told me what happened she’s okay,” she reached out touching his cheek softly as he pulled her into a tight embrace. “Thank god,” he mumbled while resting his chin on the top of her head.
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Post by Gemma Teller-Morrow on Dec 12, 2009 22:56:32 GMT -5
After a long night of tossing and turning and for what seemed like the first time in a while, Gemma had slept in, which was rare for her but a morning of sleeping in did her some good. After finally waking up around 10am, she got out of the bed to find Clay had already gone to the garage for the, she shook her head and got out of the bed and going to shower. After her shower and getting dressed. She walked back into the bedroom and got dressed and grabbed her purse and the keys to her car and walked to the dresser grabbing her sunglasses and walking out the bedroom door and into the living room. She opened the door and walked out to her car and got in.
Starting the car, she backed out of the driveway and pulled onto the road. She drove down the road turning the corner and drove down another road a as she finally pulled into the lot, she parked her car in her usual spot. She got out and looked around as she peered out towards the garage through her sunglasses. She walked into the garage and over to the desk sitting her purse down and picking up the latest papers on the choppers and cars that had been fixed.
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Post by Jennifer Romano on Dec 17, 2009 0:10:02 GMT -5
Pulling back away from Opie as she saw Gemma pull into the lot, Jenny found a brow slowly perking as she watched her park near Opie's truck and get out. Jenny had been called in to work for Gemma but, it seemed the women decided to come in after all so now that left the slender brunette to either head out to pick up Op's daughter or work on a couple cars since the boys were extremely behind when it came to the work. Sliding her fingers up through her hair she gave Op a quick kiss on the cheek and made her way back toward the office where Gemma had vanished to. Strolling across the parking lot she slipped a hand into the back pocket of her jeans and allowed her body to lean in the doorframe.
"Didn't think you were coming in today," Jenny brushed a loose strand of hair away from her features as she allowed dark hues to land on the women who was sitting behind the desk she had been sitting at moments before. Stepping inside she made her way over toward the chair that was planted on the other side of the desk and plopped down carefully, her right leg coming to rest over her left while she slouched down slightly while placing an elbow down upon the armrest with a low groan while she waited to see if Gemma had anything to say.
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Post by Chibs Telford on Jan 6, 2010 3:59:36 GMT -5
Chibs had continued to stay off to one side, his amber brown eyes watching Mickie from behind his sunglasses. It was no secret that she was a beautiful woman; hell, she'd caught his eye and held it for a while........right up until the whole thing at the hospital when she found out about Fiona. She still held his heart, but things weren't like they used to be. In a round about way, Mickie was with Tig now, but she wasn't his old lady which meant that she wasn't off limits. However, he wasn't going to steal his best friend's girl, but he'd noticed that Mickie still seemed to have feelings for him, but he still wasn't going to take her from Tig; if Mickie wanted him, she come to him willingly. Chibs would not force or coerce her to leave Tig and come back to him.
Looking up as Clay approached and spoke, nodded at his comment about paying him to stand around and went to walk off; however, he stopped and looked back over his shoulder, noticing that Clay was now off with Jax talking, and Jenny seemed to be occupied with Gemma. So, Chibs stepped back over to Mickie, and before she could re-occupy herself with going back to work, he took her hand in his and pulled her away from the car she was working on, leading her over to the rollback that he and the prospect had pulled in. "Take a walk Prospect," he ordered, glancing over at Half-Sack who immediately did as he was told, leaving him and Mickie alone to talk. Once sure that no one was close enough to bother them, Chibs turned his attention solely to Mickie, looking at her in silence for a few moments. Even in her work attire, she still took his breath away.
This wasn't like Chibs; normally, he kept a wall up around his heart, letting no one in because of the shit that had gone down between him and Fiona. But with Mickie, it was different; it was like she was able to walk straight through those walls and get straight to his heart. He wanted so badly to touch her, but for the sake of keeping himself in check, he didn't. Of course, he'd been with her before and knew how heavenly that sex could be, but he wasn't going to take advantage of her.
Shaking away his thoughts, Chibs pushed his sunglasses up on his head so that he could look right into Mickie's eyes with his own. "Sorry ta pull ya away from ya work Mickie Blue Eyes, bu' I wan'ed ta talk to ya," he told her as he gazed down at her.
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Post by Mickie Valance on Jan 8, 2010 1:47:04 GMT -5
Mickie looked over at Clay when he walked over and told her and Chibs that he wasn't paying them to just stand around. Turning back to the car, Mickie was just about the lean back down under the hood to take the other spark plugs out when she felt someone grab her hand, and she turned to see that it was Chibs. She followed him as he led her over to the rollback that he and Half-Sack had pulled up in; she looked over at the Prospect when Chibs told him to take a walk, smiling at the boy as he walked away, leaving her and Chibs alone.
Mickie then drew her gaze back to Chibs who was apologizing for pulling her away from her work but that he had to talk to her. Mickie stood there, watching as Chibs slid his sunglasses up on his head and looked down at her with his amber brown eyes. She had noticed a change in Chibs since the two of them had been spending a bit more time together at the shop and at the clubhouse. It was like he was trying to open himself up more around her - as if he were trying to - in a round about way - make up for the way things had gone between them.
Mickie sighed softly as she leaned back against the rollback and crossed her arms over her chest. "What's up?" she asked him, trying to keep the impatience out of her voice. She really wanted to get back to work, but also, she didn't want Tig to see them and get the wrong impression. He'd done that once before, and she'd heard about it, and she didn't want to go through that again.
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Post by Jennifer Romano on Jan 8, 2010 14:25:01 GMT -5
Her lips parted once more to speak with Gemma but, quickly closed as she glanced out the open door that led into the garage. Jenny perked a brow seeing Mickie and chibs off to the side by themselves and she was curious as to just what was going on, if they were getting that old spark back they used to have. Her thoughts were soon being interupted by Opie's voice calling out to her from outside and she sighed getting up and making her way outside to see just what he needed, it was when she got outside and he asked for the repo slips she lowly growled and moved back inside grabbing them off the desk. "Next time, why don't you ask before I step my happy ass outside." She teased handing him the last of the repos that The Prospect had yet to do before his lips touched her own gently. "Since Gemma is here, do you think you can pick Elizabeth up from school? I think it's best if she has the rest of the day off since that fight. Don't need her turning into her old man." Op said slightly worried but, glad his daughter fought back.
Jenny slipped her hands into the back pockets of her jeans and nodded. "Yeah, sure I'll give your mom a call and see if she can stay with her till later tonight." Feeling his rough hands cup her face she smirked slightly. "You're the best, you know that right?" He asked her before kissing her once again. "I know, I know...no need to butter me up." She teased before he stepped away and called out for Kip so they could finish up the repos for the day. As a small smirk touched her lips, she leaned back on the heels of her boots and watched as the pair entered the tow truck and then pulled out of the lot. A small sigh soon passed her lips as she walked over to the picnic table and took a seat.
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Post by Chibs Telford on Jan 8, 2010 16:43:50 GMT -5
Even though Mickie had tried to hide the impatience in her voice, Chibs could hear it, and it stung a little as he knew it was directed at him in a way. But, he could also see her side of it; the last time that Tig had seen the two of them off talking by themselves, he'd gotten the wrong impression and had gone off on the both of them. Chibs had hated putting Mickie through that and wished that Tig would quit being so damned paranoid. Sure, Chibs would love nothing more than to have Mickie back, but he wasn't going to force her away from Tig; that was going to be a choice that he was going to leave up to her and her alone.
"Well, I was jus'...." he began then noticed Opie and the Prospect heading over to the rollback. Gently grabbing Mickie's arm, he pulled her away from the truck so that Opie and Sack could take it and finish up the repos for the day. He waited until they'd started the truck up and pulled out of the lot before continuing with what he'd started to say. "Wha' I was startin' ta say was I was wonderin' wha' ya plans were for after work," he said, watching her for a moment before glancing over at the picnic tables and seeing Jenny there. Then he looked over Mickie's shoulder at the garage, and his heart immediately sank. There was Tig standing in one of the bay doors, and his expression was none too happy.
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