Sons of Anarchy Fanficton: Knowing the sons

Chapter Ten

I met Joey at the bar. "Growing your beard out, huh?", I asked. "Yeah, gotta look the part". He had a nice beard growing, but his puberty stache made him look a bit creepy. "Ditch the mustache", I said and dabbed my finger a couple of times above my upper lip. He stuck his tongue out and continued unclogging the toilet. I made a grimace of disgust, before I begun tending the bar. "Prospect! Get out here", Clay called. Joey ran out with the plunger in his hand. "You know how to use a gun?", Jax asked. Joey shook his head in shame. I rolled my eyes and stared at Jax. Dad signaled him to come along. 

"Here the safety. You can't fire it when it's on. And don't point the gun at anyone you don't want to kill", Clay said. "And don't fuck up", he added. Joey pointed at the target before he took a few shots. He didn't get even a little bit close. "Come on, prospect. Get your shit together". Joey fired again, missing again. He waved his arms vigorously in frustration. "Woah, woah, what the fuck did I just say?", Clay shouted. I grabbed my gun, and fired. Bullseye. The Sons attention moved over on me. I put the gun in the back of my pants. "You're holding the gun wrong", I said, moving over to Joey. He lifted up his arm, I adjusted the angle. I took his other hand, at put it under the gun. "Relax your arms", I instructed. He fired again. "Not perfect, but better. Practice and you'll improve", I said and patted him on the back. "And don't shoot yourself", I commanded. I headed back to the bar. "Guess your girl is not completely useless", Clay stated. I looked back over my shoulder. "I know", both my dad and Jax said at the same time. Dad gave Jax a questioning look. I smiled. 

"Hale is up our asses, we gotta put a tale on him", Dad said. "Put the prospect on it", Clay commanded. Juice rolled out a tiny bike. "Here's your ride, Joe", he declared. "I gotta ride that?", Joey said, with a displeased look on his face. Roaring laughter filled the lot. Joey got on the little bike, crooking his back. He took off, pouting. I waved him goodbye with a smug grin on my face.

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"Hey, can I get a margarita?", a girl asked me. She seemed young, Tig's daughter. I wasn't sure if I should serve her. I glanced over at Tig and he gave me a nod, so I dug out a carton of orange juice. "I'm Grace", she introduced herself. "Cassie", I replied. "So the new prospect is kinda hot, don't you think?", she said and supported her chin on her hands, hoping I would agree. I pulled my head back in disgust, flashing a couple of extra chins. "I wouldn't know. He's my brother", I said, scrunched my nose and continued making the drink. "Oh.. Well, just in case you were wondering; he's hot". The Sons were having what they call a party. The guys, croweaters and the Indian Hills charter. I wouldn't call it a rave, exactly.. 

Smoke from both weed and cigarettes filled the bar.  Dad's arm was around one of the girls. She was just a few years older than me. I cringed. Juice and Opie were smoking weed, laughing and Clay was talking to the president of the Indian Hills charter in a ostentatious manner. I could see Grace and Joey, needless to say, flirting in an obvious fashion. He was interupted by a phone call, and left the room. I could hear him in the back shouting and cursing. "No, dad! I'm not coming home. I'm good in California", he shouted. Joey's dad was abusive. He never touched me, but Joey would get the occasional black eye. No wonder Joey was so violent. My mom and his dad were married for four years before she finally manned up, so to speak, and left him. "Fuck you, too!", he shouted at the top of his voice and hung up. I walked over and cupped his face with my hands. Before I could say anything, he had already slung my hands away, and walked out, sure-footed.

Joey was an angry guy, but he had a good heart. Becoming a Son would not better his situation. Sometimes his honesty would make me so angry that I wanted to snap his neck, but he could just flash a smile and all was forgotten. I followed him out to the lot. He was sitting on the hood of his car, cracking his knuckles. "Hey", I said and flashed a smile. "Your teeth aren't pretty enough to pull that off, you know", he said and pointed to my one tooth slightly overlapping the other. I rolled my eyes; "My teeth are fine". I ran my fingers through his hair. It had grown out a bit since he arrived. "You should get that hair cut. You know, the one where it's shorter on the side and longer on the top", I suggested. "Fuck no, I'm growing it out. The whole man bun makes all the lady parts tingle", he said, all tough. "You're disgusting", I phrased, "Come on, let's join the party", I said ironically. 

I sat down next to Jax. "What's up with Joey?", he asked. "Nothing, just some family shit", I revealed before I told him all about his man bun plan; "He says it makes the lady parts tingle". "Doesn't it make the lady parts tingle?". The corners of his mouth quirked upwards. I tried to keep my poker face in tact as I handed him my hair tie. "Damn you, Jax Teller".