The Country Girl and Her Biker Man (Juice/SONS OF ANARCHY)

The Phone Number

After hours of driving, I demanded real food! We pulled over at a diner, which was full of bikers. We hopped out and went in. I ordered my food and went back outside to give the horses their snack. After I fed them and gave them some water, I walked back inside. Mind you I'm wearing some old cut offs and a red plaid shirt. I used the bathroom and joined Ella at the table. It was perfect timing too, right as I sat down the food came! When we finished I paid the bill and went to walk back to the truck when a man with a mo-hawk walked up. "Hi, I'm Juice... Did you just move here?" I stood there looking at him, he's kinda cute. "Um no, we're just passing through, but if there's ANY reason for me to stay I might just have to come back," I said kinda hoping to lead him on to I might wanna come see him again. He smirked," well I guess we'll just have to see that you find something here that makes you want to stay." I smirked back at him, "I reckon so." "Do you want to talk again sometime? You look kinda busy with your horses," he asked. "Sure!" He took my phone and I took his. After swapping numbers, I handed him his phone and he handed me mine. We both laughed at each other's "nick name" TheyCallMeSexy. I kept my name basic, Suga Momma Syd. "I gotta go... We've gotta go get a hotel... I'll text you," I said to him. "Wait you can stay at the club house," he said. "I can't, I'll be a bother." "No you won't, okay, just please stay?" I sighed, "I reckon." I held up a hand and walked out to ask my main bitch or in other words my BFF, Ella. Me and Ella have been friends since we were around 4. "What was that about," she asked as soon as the door closed behind me. "Nothing, how do you feel about staying at a 'club house'?" She looked confused but agreed. I walked back in and Juice got back up, I nodded. He smiled and I laughed as he ran and lifted me in a circle while the rest of the bikers started chuckling. I blushed, "come on." The bikers got up and started their way to the exit. We walked out and they looked at my truck. I got up in it and I heard Juice say," damn." I turned around and looked at him, and he took off for his bike while the others chuckled again. They pulled out in a formation while I followed. We got to the 'club house' and it was like a garage with a building. By the time we got there I was blaring Brantley Gilbert. "So man you think you wanna run whiskey
Roll with me
Hell you better listen good and clear
And if you gotta badge
Or a big mouth brother
You ain't got no business here
Boy this here is a moonshine still
Can't you smell that whiskey burn
This is how the big dogs run
Boy you're ridin' shotgun
Buckle up, and let's have some fun

Ridin' 95 down the highway
Sideways, runnin' from ol' John Law
I got the booze and the boot
Move it over Bo Duke
Make room for a real outlaw
There's Duct tape on that license plate
A six gun in the dash
There's thunder in the hood
Heaven from a still
Lightenin' in a jar
And brother I'm hell on wheels
Said I'm hell on wheels

Just nine more miles until the state line
We're on time and we lost Barney's blues
So you can open your eyes
You done fine
And danger's part of what we do
Now when we make that drop
We're gonna pop a top
You gotta lesson left to learn
It ain't wine, don't sip it
Make it bubble when ya hit it
Let it burn, baby, burn

And we'll be ridin' 95 down the highway
Sideways, runnin' from ol' John Law
I got the booze in the boot
Move it over Bo Duke
Make room for a real outlaw
There's Duct tape on that license plate
A six gun in the dash
There's thunder in the hood
Heaven from a still
Lightenin' in a jar
And brother I'm hell on wheels
Said I'm hell on wheels

Ridin' 95 down the highway
Sideways, runnin' from ol' John Law
I got the booze in the boot
Move it over Bo Duke
Make room for a real outlaw
There's Duct tape on that license plate
A six gun in the dash
There's thunder in the hood
Heaven from a still
Lightenin' in a jar

Ridin' 95 down the highway
Sideways, runnin' from ol' John Law
I got the booze in the boot
Move it over Bo Duke
Make room for a real outlaw
There's Duct tape on that license plate
A six gun in the dash
There's thunder in the hood
Heaven from a still
Lighter and a jar
Brother I'm hell on wheels

Said I'm hell on wheels
Brother I'm hell on wheels yeah," me and Ella sang together. We heard some claps and cat calls after it went off. We blushed and hopped out of the truck.