Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Seeds Episode: Chapter 2

As Pixie worked in the garage, she knew she needed something to take her mind off the trouble Tig and the others had got themselves into. The VP in her wanted to pry out the information and work to fix it, but she was a prospect here and most likely, her efforts to help would only rub Clay the wrong way. He seemed like the kind of guy that liked people to stay in their own lanes so, Pixie knew she had to at least hold back until she was fully patched. When she finished her shift in the garage and headed across the lot to the clubhouse and surveyed the main room. There were cobwebs in the corners of the room, dust on the picture frames and the floor was...sticky. Not to mention that when she picked up an ashtray from the bar to empty it, she spotted the ring underneath it and realised that the bar wasn't supposed to be dark brown. It was supposed to be russet colour but was covered in so much grime it had become much darker. Pixie rolled up her sleeves and went searching for the utility closet.

Pixie was mopping the floor when the door opened. "Hey, watch out, floors wet." She called out and looked up to see a beautiful older woman. She had brown hair with chunky blonde highlights, sun-kissed skin and gorgeous brown eyes. She was dressed in skinny black jeans, knee-high black boots, a black lace top and a black leather jacket. There were silver hoops in her ears and a glitter silver cross around her neck.

"Crow eaters mop the floor now?" The woman asked with a scowl, openly analysing Pixie and judging her from the sour look on the woman's face.

"No, I'm a member, are you Gemma?" Pixie straightened up and walked carefully over to where the lady still stood on the doormat, eager to make a good impression and a potential friend.

"Yeah, are you the British bimbo?" Gemma replied with a dark look in her green eyes as she stared the smaller woman down.

Pixie grimaced but didn't fight back. "Pixie. Nice to meet you, Gemma."

Gemma nodded and walked forwards, not wiping her shoes on the mat. Pixie sighed watching as the dirt off the soles of her shoes mixed with the damp floor. "You sleeping with anyone?"

"Excuse me?" Pixie looked up from the floor and over to where Gemma lit up a cigarette at the bar.

"You heard me." Gemma said, challenging Pixie, a look of passive-aggressiveness on her face.

"No, I'm not sleeping with anyone, not that that's any of your business." Pixie retorted bluntly, brows furrowing as she tried to make sense of the situation and why Gemma was blatantly attacking her character.

Gemma's face warped into a sneer. "It is my business when the club's concerned, I'm just making sure no one's being swayed by British pu-"

Pixie cut Gemma off. "That is not my intention. I want to earn a place here fair and square; I'm doing my time as a prospect just like anyone else." She snapped back, growing tired of being persecuted just for being around the Charming Sons.

Gemma narrowed her eyes as she took a drag of her cigarette, watching Pixie as she came closer, abandoning her mopping until she could get Gemma back out the clubhouse again. "How did you even become a Son in the first place?" Gemma asked suspiciously, trying to get a feel for Pixie's personality and not liking how Pixie wasn't backing down, instead looking up at her with strong hazel eyes and a stubborn scowl.

"I was voted in, same as anyone else." Pixie explained calmly, really trying to reign herself in, so she didn't do anything she'd regret.

"Sure, they weren't just keeping you around because you were their favourite thing to tap?" Gemma asked with a sinister smile, seeing the rage flicker in Pixie's eyes, expecting the younger woman to scream or storm out.

Pixie knew Gemma was trying to get a rise out of her, and she felt disappointed in herself for taking the bait, but she couldn't let that comment lie. She stalked forward, pinning Gemma up against the bar as Gemma tried to back up from the furious way Pixie stormed forwards.