➣ 1x01 'pilot'
IT DIDN'T TAKE LONG FOR THE PARTY to move outside into the Teller-Morrow lot. Chibs pushed Aislin to mingle, but beyond her relation to them and her job, there wasn't much to talk about. So, Aislin resolved to stand aside, watching Happy and Tig duke it out in a ring they'd put up in the lot, wincing softly at every hit.
"Hey" Faith's voice greets, pressing the cold body of a beer bottle to her arm, making Aislin jump slightly at the shorter girls presence. She softens though, taking the beer from her. Faith adorned a pair of ripped up black denim shorts on top of equally ripped tights. A black cropped tee shirt showing off her figure. She looked like she belonged here, Aislin thought. Much more than Aislin did. She felt like a little kid who had been dragged out to her parents office party and left to watch the fish in the office tank or play with staplers and paper clips.
"Hi...I didn't know you were coming tonight" The Irish woman says "I'm glad" she clarifies quickly. Faith shrugs her shoulders.
"Not much else to do in this town in terms of partying unless you're a high schooler out in the woods." The ravenette replies, her eyes flicking over to the taller girl. "You look uncomfortable, thought you were part of this life" she observes. Aislin gives a her a soft smile. "Maybe. But...most people here don't know me. And a handful of them are over a decade or two older than me. Once we're not talking about my da or my job, the conversation kinda stops" She explains, Faith flashes her a mischievous grin
"You could talk about me" The raven-haired girl states. Aislin chuckles.
"Right. Sing your praises for giving me a place to live? Talk about the guinea pig?" She retorts lightheartedly. Faith snorts, taking a swig of her beer, influencing Aislin to do the same. Her dark eyes flicker around, for a moment she considered talking to Juice a bit more, but when she spotted him and Half-Sack with a few girls, she thought better of it. Faith follows her gaze, her brows raising slightly. "Juice? Really?" She asks, her brows raising. Aislin's head whips back to her eyes going wide.
"What d'ya mean?" She asks, eyes flickering about Faith's face. The shorter girl scoffs, shaking her head. "I already told you I fucked Ginger over there, and you don't seem like the type to wanna go after your friends fling." She states. Aislin's face stretches into a disbelieving smile. "We're friends?" She asks
"I'm fuckin' talking to you, aren't I? Don't make it weird, Dublin"
"I'm actually from Belfast." Aislin corrects amidst her amusement. Faith scoffs humorously.
"He has head tattoos and a mohawk, chick" Faith states distastefully, bringing it back to her original point. Aislin's smile softens and she shakes her head. "It's not like that, I've known him less than twenty-four hours" She says, her gaze flickering back to Juice. Only this time his eyes catch hers. Aislin averts back to Faith, playing it off. "He's just closer to my age. He's easy to talk to" she states.
"Whatever you say" Faith replies, sipping her beer as she watches the fight for another few moments. "I gotta piss" she states, before walking towards the clubhouse. Aislin laughs at her bluntness, waving her off.
Juice had seen her earlier gaze. He liked knowing he garnered her attention. It didn't disappoint him too much to leave the Crows with Sack, they were a sure thing. Aislin? She was just...nice to talk to. He walks over, coming up on her side.
"I didn't know you knew anyone in Charming other than us" He states, looking down at her, beer in one hand with his other hand tucked into his pant pocket. Aislin flashes him a smile.
"Well, I don't really know you" she states lightheartedly, thinking back to her conversation with Faith. "I just met most of you today"
"Well ya, but it's a given. You're gonna get to know me— all of us" He replies, his smile still on his face as his dark eyes look down at her. She nods, flexing her brows slightly. "Yeah, that's a given I s'pose" she replies, sipping her beer.
"You're drinking beer?" He asks in mock surprise "I thought you only drank the fruity, girly drinks. You hustling me, Telford?"
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