Rane Quinn has always led a solitary lifestyle. He has his brothers, first as the president of The Nomads, then as a member of SAMCRO. He never really thought he would want or need an old lady, but from the moment that he saw her at a clubhouse part...
Raven heard her phone ringing and looked around the desk for it, finally finding it in the small trash can beside it. She shook her head and hit the accept button before lifting her phone to her ear.
"Hey, girlfriend, what's up?"
She smiled when she heard Trixie on the other end. "I need a drink. Meet me at the clubhouse? I have to drop the kids off to Tara then we can head out."
Raven nodded to herself as she looked around for her bag. "Sure, but why don't we just drink there?"
Trixie snorted on her end, making Raven chuckle. "Oh honey, I'm on SAMCRO overload. I'll tell ya about it after we've had a few. See you in a few minutes."
Her friend hung up as Raven was turning the sign on the door to Closed. She'd been in Charming for a few months now, and business was finally starting to pick up. She'd had ten customers today and the same scheduled for the next day. If business continued to pick up, she'd have to hire another artist to keep up with the demand.
As she got on her bike and pulled away, she waved at a few people walking down Main Street. When she had first moved here, she'd gotten a few looks but as time passed, she supposed people got used to seeing her on the silver Dyna as she roared back and forth through town. Standing at five foot ten inches tall in her stockinged feet, she wasn't small by any stretch of the imagination, which is why she preferred her Dyna to the smaller women's models.
She quickly found herself pulling onto the lot at TM and parking beside Trixie's Dodge Spider. As she got off her motorcycle and stretched her back, she noticed that there wasn't a lot going on that evening, but it was just Wednesday. She supposed that most of their partying was reserved for the weekend. She walked up to the door of the clubhouse and pulled, squinting into the dimness of the interior as she looked around. She grinned when she spotted Trixie talking to a woman by the bar. She thought she remembered that her name was Harmony, but it had been loud the night of the party, and Raven could be mistaken. Trixie motioned to her and she walked their way.
"Hey, girlfriend! Are you ready to go get our drink on?" Trixie pointed at the redhead beside her. "Harm's coming with if that's ok with you."
Raven smiled and nodded. "Sure, no problem."
She watched as a very tall man wearing a beanie walked up and threw an arm around Harmony's shoulders, smiling at the three women. "Where are you three going?"
Trixie shrugged. "Not sure yet. We'll know when we land."
The tall biker shook his head and Raven had to grin at the look of concern on his face. "I'm pretty sure me and Jax are gonna wanna know where you three are going." He stuck a hand out to Raven to shake and grinned. "Opie Winston, Harmony's old man."
He turned back to Trixie as she huffed in annoyance. "Honestly, there's zero drama going on right now. I think we're safe on the streets, especially on a Wednesday evening."
Opie looked dubious at that answer. "Even so, maybe I should send someone to shadow you. There may be nothing going on right now, but if someone wanted to sneak up on us, the vice president's old lady would be a good place to start."
Raven watched in amusement as Trixie gave Opie a pleading look. "Please, Opie! We promise to behave ourselves and not draw attention. I just want a quiet drink with a couple of friends."
Opie crossed his arms over his chest and stared down the smaller woman. "Why can't you do that here?"
Trixie scoffed and shook her head as she mimicked his stance. "Don't take this the wrong way, big guy, but I'm sick of looking at all of you. I just need a night away from SAMCRO."
Harmony looked at her old man and winked. "Babe, she has a point. After a while, we all need some time away from all of you boys. We won't be long and we'll stay local. How's that?"
Opie sighed and rolled his eyes, apparently unable to tell his old lady no to anything. "Ok, fine, you stay local, but stay away from The Hairy Dog. That place is a dive. Promise?" He waited until all three women had agreed before sighing once more. "Ok, get out of here before I change my mind."
All three women made a break for it, not stopping until they were in the parking lot by the cars. Harmony looked at Trixie and Raven as she grinned. "Ok, where are we going?"
Trixie snorted and reminded Raven of a little kid about to be in trouble. "The Hairy Dog." When both women glared at her, she brought her hands up in a defensive motion. "I have my reasons, ok? They'll never know that we were there."
Harmony shook her head. "Famous last words."
Raven grinned and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, but the bad part is that I've heard that before from her, and it's almost always a lie. I would say that you two are going to in deep shit with your old men before the night's out."
About an hour after the girls left, Jax, Happy, and Rane walked into the clubhouse and sat down at the bar. Opie grabbed three beers and sat them in front of the men as Jax pointed toward the door with a confused look on his face.
"Why is Trix's car here and who does the silver Dyna belong to?"
Opie shrugged. "Trixie, Harmony, and Raven went out for a drink. They probably took Harm's car, and the bike probably belongs to Raven." He held up a hand when Jax frowned. "They promised to make it a quick drink and to stay low-key."
Jax looked relieved as he sipped his beer. "Well, that's good. There shouldn't be problem with that."
