What Will Be (Chibs and Juice)

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Juice parked his bike outside the pub, he was nervous. This was nothing like what he expected, though he really didn't know what to expect. There were a few people standing out on a patio with beer and cigarettes, he could hear music blasting from inside. He looked around the lot, searching for any recognizable bikes in the lot.

He sat back on his bike, lighting up a smoke, deciding he'd wait for Opie to get there. It wasn't long before he heard the bikes pulling in the lot, he played it cool, tossing his smoke and stubbing it out as he got off his bike. He knew it would look like he hadn't been there as long as he had, which was better for his anxiety.

Opie clapped him on the back, two prospects following behind them. "You ready to tear up the town? There's usually plenty chicks here, not like the sweetbutts but still eager to get our attention." Opie was laughing, obviously excited about the idea of new pussy but Juice felt panic creeping into him.

The inside was dark, red and blue neon lights shone from the walls of tacky bar signs. Smoke billowed throughout the place, obviously they were exempted from the no smoking inside rule. Juice tried to calm himself looking around taking in the atmosphere.

Most of the club didn't know about his relationship with Chibs, the ones who did besides Tig didn't understand the depth of it. Juice was holding out, waiting for him to get home so he could finally give himself fully. He wanted it, maybe more than Chibs was ready for, but Juice was tired of waiting despite his reservations about what it would be like.

Plus he'd promised in their arrangement that he would only be with him. Chibs didn't want to share, he couldn't just go sticking his dick into some girl because he was impatient. He hoped he could get out of the night unscathed, but given Opies prowling look he didn't think that would happen.
Maybe one day in the future he could bring up maybe wanting a girl here and there, he was certain Chibs would want that too. For now, he'd hardly even jerked off, just trying to be as good as possible waiting.

There were some guys throwing darts in one corner, the pool tables were in the back end. One of the prospects jogged ahead to get a table while Opie went over to the bar.
Opie walked over to the table they'd snagged with pitchers of beer, a menu and a couple giggling girls. He poured the cups, challenging them to a chug off. Once they'd downed the first cup, Opie being the victor, he sent a prospect to grab a few more pitchers.
One girl in particular had paler skin, auburn hair, golden eyes and all the right curves to get Juices attention. She eyed him shyly and his heart flipped. Dammit, he wanted to flirt with her, maybe even hook up with her.
He tried to occupy himself with the menu, but Opie seemed insistent on them chatting up the girls that came over with him. Juice was a little annoyed that Opies mind didn't even seem to register that Lyla was sitting at home with his kids. If this was alright behavior for him, hell it seemed to be alright for most of the club anyway, maybe it was alright for Juice. None of the guys were completely faithful, what happened on a run stayed on a run, this wasn't a run, but it was out of town.

The girl rubbed her hand down Juices bicep looking at his tattoo, bringing him out of his thoughts. "I'm Veronica. Guess you guys gotta thing for reapers, youve both got one. Whats it mean?"
Juice felt his face flush a little, but his typical swagger started to take hold, Opie giving him an encouraging glance.

"It's from the MC. Those two goons can't get them yet." He smiled that megawatt smile, he knew girls and boys alike went weak for that. Together he and Opie downed two more cups of beer, still apparently racing to chug them down. Juice triumphantly raised his hands in the air with a faux celebration as he beat Opie this time. The table laughed, Veronica inched closer to him, almost sitting herself in his lap.

She took the opportunity while they refilled their cups to bring up the tattoos again.
"So like a BFF tattoo! We've got one too, butterflies on our hip. Wanna see?"
She tapped her friend on the arm. "Hey Shelia show them our club tattoos!" She giggled, speaking way louder than really necessary for the music, obviously they'd been drinking for a while.

"You guys want a go? See which one of you can chug this down first?" Juice laughed with a tipsy confidence he hadn't felt in a long time. He poured them each a cup passing them out. The prospects watched in amazement at how smoothly Juice and Opie seemed to handle getting girls, completely unaware of the inner turmoil Juice was ignoring.

Opie shook his head at their drunkenness but gripped Sheila around the waist to see them better. "Chug chug chug chug!" They all exclaimed together urging the girls on as they drank the beers.
Opie winked at the prospects, motioning behind the girls in an immature way that they were getting laid. Sheila raised her hands the way Juice had, as she finished her beer first. Veronica pouted, but they laughed it off as she plopped herself down this time into Juices lap. He allowed it, liking the way it felt to have someone that close to him. He took in the scent of her, letting her laughter push out the guilt in his mind.
"You ladies wanna step out somewhere quieter?" Opie spoke in a confident tone Juice envied for the moment.
They both nodded yes and pointed to the back door of the building. "There's a patio out back, but no one uses it." Veronica grinned deviously.
Juice chuckled, and downed the rest of his beer. The liquid courage flowing through him, had brought back a side of him he'd thought was surely gone for good since everything had gone down. Yet here he was, confidently going after this hot chick like he deserved her.
As Veronica stood from his lap and started to walk with Sheila over to the bar, Juice spoke to the prospects.
"This is what you guys have to look forward too. Good thing one of you brought the van!"
Opie motioned between the prospects, letting them know to stay put, keep an eye out in case of any trouble. "We'll be back in a bit."
He grabbed Juice by the elbow getting him to stand. They caught up with the girls and he placed his hand at the small of Veronica's back, he was slightly surprised at how easily this charade came to him. Maybe this would be good for him, let loose, bond with Opie.
Chibs would understand... right?