SUNLIGHT | JUICE ORTIZ

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➣ 1x03 'funtown'

AISLIN DIDN'T KNOW HOW LONG SHE'D BEEN ASLEEP. She remembered passing out in the clubhouse, feeling Juice's arms around her. She blinked now, feeling a bright light pull through what she was starting to recognize as the lace curtains. Aislin groaned, rubbing her face, slowly sitting up in what she was starting to process was her bedroom. A glance at the digitized alarm clock on her nightstand revealed that it was just after five p.m. She was still dressed in the clothes she had worn to the clubhouse, only she smelled differently now, like cologne.

"Oh my god..." she breathes, feeling a grogginess hit her as she swung her legs over the side of her bed. She cringed at the sound of someone knocking on her door before it opened. Faith stood there, one of Aislin's mugs in her hands.

"You look like shit. Guess that wasn't the beauty sleep you intended" Faith teases, walking over and placing the mug beside Aislin on her nightstand. The Irish girl murmurs a quick thank you, sipping the tea Faith had made her.
"What happened?" She rasps out, stretching slightly. Faith shrugs.

"Not sure. Sack showed up here said you were passed out at the clubhouse. Something about laced coffee. You feeling alright?" Faith asks, hands on her hips as she stands in front of her roommate. Aislin nods, pulling her curls from the ponytail they had been in. It was all starting to come back, the pills, the coffee, the passed out cops in the office. Of course. She huffed softly, watching Faith shift, taking a seat at the edge of the bed with her.

"Listen..." Faith begins "we're not gonna run the Fun Town story." She states.

Aislin blinks, turning her head to look over at her. "Why?" She asks softly, not that she was entirely upset with it.

Faith runs a hand through her dark hair. "Oswald showed up. Said he'd sue. We'd probably win but he's got enough money to drag it out for a long time...they found out who did it. Clown at the carnival." Faith fills her in. Aislin feels dread run through. She felt like she was gonna be sick, and then all at once she was, hurriedly reaching for her bin and falling to her knees in front of it. Faith cursed, hurriedly grabbing her hair out of her face as she yakked.

Aislin sits back on the floor, back against her bed as she lets out a breath "thanks..." she breathes. Faith nods, joining her on the floor. The two share in the silence for a moment.

"You upset about the drugs?" Faith asks after a minute. Aislin shakes her head. "You upset about the story?"

"Yeah...not because it's not getting put out just..." she trails off
"Because it happened. Because you thought Charming was gonna be this wonderful little bubble and it's not." Faith finishes, nodding softly, which Aislin joins her in. The curly haired girl sighs, standing finally. "I'm gonna...shower, then get started on those other assignments" she breathes. Faith nods, taking it as her cue to leave.

Not much embarrassed Juice, but after waking up from a drug induced sleep wearing a diaper and sign that called him a less than desirable term, he was definitely still feeling it. He didn't take it to heart, not too much at least. To escape the teasing of SAMCRO he'd decided to go on a late night ride, grab some food. It wasn't til his ride back that he saw a glow from the window of the Charming Gazette. His Dyna rolled to a stop in front of the small building, he squinted a bit, the bright glow of a laptop illuminating the face of the very girl who had passed out with him. Her arms were folded, her chin resting on them, her big doe like eyes staring at the screen in front of her. She looked so...sad. There was no simple way to put it. He watched her a moment from across the street. He thought it might be weird to show up unannounced, but he also thought it would be weird to see her in the SAMCRO group after they passed out together. With a slight sigh to dull the roar in his head, he pulls a U-Turn, parking in front of the building. He walks to the window, tapping against the glass with his rings. Aislin jumps, her head whipping around to the window as she tugs her wired earbuds from her ears. Her frightened expression softens when she sees the biker, watching him smile and pass her a wave. She stands, walking over to unlock the office door and open it.