Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Fun Town: Chapter 5

 After Chibs and Tig helped Pixie and she'd managed to soothe herself, she was able to resume prospect duties for the next hour or two and was doing her level best to avoid Clay, who was not happy with the fact that their conversation didn't go the way he planned it to. The prospect duties were helping her keep her mind off of the whole sick situation and she hoped she would be able to keep it up until she'd thought of a plan. After clearing away empty beer bottles from the bar, Pixie returned to the garage and helped fix up the cars with the other mechanics, acting as a gofer for them and the other Sons. It gave her a chance to get to know the other mechanics better, and she took note of one, in particular, Lowell, who looked pale and ill, his eyes were bloodshot and sad and Pixie made a note to herself to keep an eye on him and attempt to befriend him. After a while of this, she sat herself down on a worktable in the garage to rest her legs for a moment, fiddling around with various engine parts when she caught sight of a cop car entering the premises and parking up. Hale exited his green police jeep with a young backup cop in tow, and Pixie eyed them warily. She watched from inside as Clay, Tig, Chibs, and Jax flooded out onto the lot and promptly had a standoff with him. Pixie's ears pricked and she slunk closer to the garage bay area to listen closely, wanting to be certain that the Sons weren't in trouble. She quickly caught on that Hale wanted to interview all the Sons that were at the fair and pulled out her phone, deciding to text Juice to give him a heads up seeing as he'd gone off to do Sons duties.

P: Cops r ere, wnt statements frm all da Sons @ carnie. U got IDs yet?

J: Got em :) On way. Hale?

P: @ T.M

J: HS will tail. C U soon :p

Pixie smiled to herself at Juice's emoji and put her phone back in her pocket, watching the standoff in the parking lot, not wanting to be immediately obvious to Hale, for he would surely have questions that Pixie wasn't ready to give answers to. After a tense exchange, Hale eventually left and the other Sons came back to the garage, figuring out what to do next now they had police interference. They all looked pretty disgruntled and Pixie wished she could do more to assist, feeling wildly out of place as she'd gone from VP status and being in the thick of everything to suddenly being on the outskirts.

"Chibs, head to the, uh, carnival. Keep an eye out for anythin', we'll join you once we've taken the statements." Clay ordered, giving Chibs a sideways glance as they walked. Pixie could see his mind whirring as he strode in with the other Sons, cigar in hand. "Someone get Juice." He ordered, voice louder, as the Sons began to fan out. Chibs nodded at Clay in acknowledgement, getting ready to leave whilst Jax and Tig looked like they were thinking hard.

"Already done." Pixie informed Clay, wanting to show some initiative. She strode over to where he'd stopped walking by the office door in the garage upon hearing her voice and she gestured to the silver clamshell phone in her hand. Clay and the Sons turned to look at her, surprised by Pixie jumping into the conversation. "What? You guys were talking loud." Pixie shrugged when they kept looking at her. "He's getting Half-Sack to tail Hale, so we'll have a rough idea of where he's heading around Charming." She elaborated when Clay continued to stare at her with an authoritative gaze, still frustrated by her act of defiance earlier. Pixie tried not to let this get to her and shoved her hands in the back pocket of her jeans, turning her gaze to Jax, hoping he'd be more reasonable.

"That's good, Juice headin' back here?" Jax asked her, lighting up a cigarette, showing he wasn't pissed, but pleased. He liked how on the ball Pixie was being as it made his job a hell of a lot easier, and it meant she wasn't having to be babied through the situation.

"Yep. He's also got the ID's for me, so congrats, Chibbie, it's a girl." Pixie replied with a laugh, turning to Chibs, who was leaning against a metal tool cabinet. He grinned and straightened up, putting an arm around Pixie's shoulders, and tucked her against his side, also wanting to encourage her.