Blair yawns real big as she eats some fruit loops for breakfast in her dorm room. She knows Tig probably left her during the night for ether Tiggy time or club business. She doesn't question him because they're not exclusive. They're just sleeping together until one finds someone permanent, whichever comes first.
B gets a text from Jax about Wayne getting a call about bodies being dug up on 44. She goes outside and she sees Tig and Bobby. Lowell is in the boxing ring with Kip and Cherry is outside.
"How's he doing?" Clay asks Tig, referring to Lowell.
"Well, the latest round of rehab seems to be sticking," Tig replies as Blair lights up a cigarette. "He hasn't missed any work."
"If I could get AA to kick up a vig, Lowell could make us all rich," Clay says.
"He's always been a freak," Bobby claims. "Damn good mechanic, though — I guess you taught him that."
Jax comes struttin' over. "How's sugar ray one-nut looking?" He asks when Kip starts using the boxing bag.
"He's wicked fast," Chibs replies. "He's got a great right hook."
"How much money gets thrown around at these bare fist things?" Blair asks curiously, enjoying sitting with the club men like old times without them kicking her out because they have a secret club, need-to-know, meeting.
"The purse is okay, but it's the betting that's gone crazy," Tiggy replies as he wraps an arm around the brunette casually. "I know a couple of guys last year that made six figures each."
"Really?" Clay asks, stunned, as Tig uses his free hand to take the shades from his eyes and hang them from his kutte pocket.
"The prospect could knock any one of those lightweights out," Chibs pipes in. "Any day of the week."
"Absolutely," Tig agrees.
"What'd we pull together for McKeavy?" Clay asks. He trusts this conversation about Blair. Blair knows all the torture there she is. She wouldn't even talk if Hap was the one torturing her. That is how much he trusts the Winston girl.
"A hundred and twenty," Bobby replies as Kip loves up on Cherry at the other picnic table. Bobby glances at the prospect before back at the club prez. "You ain't thinking about betting on the prospect?" He asks in disbelief.
"You know, if Half-Sack takes his first five fights and looks strong going into the finish, we control how it ends - could be a huge payday," Tig speaks up, referring to the fights.
"What do you think?" Clay asks his step-son.
"I don't know," Jax replies. "But I do know there's no way we're raising eighty grand in the next four days. So... might be our only shot."
No weed, no booze, no pussy. Blair would hate those rules if she were in the fights. She loves all three. Jax starts telling Clay about the old bones on 44, Clay and Tig. Blair shrugs and she stays with Bobby for a bit.
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While the Sons are in church, Blair sits outside and she watches as Kip trains some. Clay soon comes out with the guys and he pulls a chair up to talk to Kip.
"So, uh, there's a $15k purse on the line," Clay says, "... and a lot of ringside action."
"Yeah," Kip pants as he uses the jump rope. "I'm ready," he insists.
"This ain't no army boxing, kid," Chibs says as Tig pulls Blair between him and the Scot. "This is street brawlin'.
"Nah," Kip says as Cherry brings him a beer, "it's cool."
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