Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Patch Over: Chapter 4:

Later on, after Tara had left with Gemma and the influx of customers had died down, Clay ordered for the big oil barrels hiding the AK's to be moved in preparation for their transportation to Nevada. Half-Sack and Tig were working with one sack truck trolley, and Juice and Pixie has the second one. Clay's phone rang and he stepped aside to answer it.

"Well this forces our hand." Clay said after a moment of him listening to Jax. Pixie raised an eyebrow at Juice as she helped push a barrel over onto the trolley. "Can't risk bringing those AK's in, with the Mayan's onto our visit." Juice pushed the trolley out to the pile and the other two helped him put it down next to the others. "No, I'm talking about a more permanent presence. It'll be months before the warehouse is up and running. Indian Hills could be real useful." Clay said. Pixie was trying not to listen in, but Clay's voice was loud and she was concerned about the safety of Jax and Bobby. "They're earning outlaw-size amounts of money. It's only a matter of time before the Mayan's push 'em out. They need us for their own protection." Clay insisted. The three men came back in and Pixie helped Juice with the next barrell. "It's good for both clubs." Clay said firmly. Pixie guessed Jax was trying to reason with him and it wasn't going well. "Now if you don't want to break it to 'em, I'll tell 'em myself, at church." Clay said firmly, slamming his black flip phone closed before Jax could say another word. Pixie saw the scowl on his face and braced for impact.

"We're riding to Indian Hills. Mandatory." Clay announced. The foursome stopped what they were doing and came over to Clay huddling around to hear what was going on. "We're patching over the Tribe."
"Are you serious?" Tig asked, stunned.

"Do I look serious?" Clay drawled.

"We- we're short. I mean, Chibs, he's up north with McKeevy and Happy's off doing his autism run."

"Anybody visiting?" Clay thought aloud.

"There's Lorca, Bowie, Doughnut and a couple of prospects down from Tacoma?" Juice offered thinking.
"Get 'em." Clay nodded, Juice moved off to make the phone calls.

"Okay, well, wow, Jury's got some beautiful ladies, it's gonna be a four-shot patch over party." Tig said getting a little excited.

"Unfortunately, you're driving the precious cargo." Clay grinned at him.

Tig's smile faded. "No, no, Christ, Clay. You need me."
"Hey. Hey. Last time you had free range with the ladies, your DNA almost brought us down." Clay reminded him. Tig winced at the mention of his blunder.
Half-Sack chuckled quietly, glad he wasn't the only one who wasn't in Clay's good books. Pixie joined in, finding it funny how Tig was pleading with Clay like a kid stripped of his candy privileges. She felt a slight twinge of jealousy and awkwardness at the mention Tig's previous encounters with women but brushed over it, knowing full well that the only thing higher than a Son's body count was his libido.

"Besides," Clay grinned, grabbing the back of Tig's neck affectionately, "You're the only one I can trust to handle this."

"C'mon, hauling barrels? Let the prospects go with Juice!" Tig argued.

"We only have one prospect and she's going with you two." Clay grinned and stalked off to his office before Tig could argue further.

Pixie did a double take as Half-Sack's crestfallen face confirmed that she'd definitely heard Clay right. "Wait? I'm not benched?" She said excitedly, Half-Sack and Tig turned to look at her, both with equally miserable expressions. "I'm sorry about you guys' misfortunes, but I'm excited as hell!" Pixie giggled, doing her little jump of joy.

"Yay." Half-Sack said half-heartedly.

"Tough crowd." Pixie joked. "C'mon, Tig, you're Clay's golden boy, I think he's probably gonna forgive you as soon as you do the run, and you'll still get to party to your heart's content once we get up there." Pixie reasoned. "And H, keep your mouth shut, kiss his ass and he'll come around. He hasn't put a bullet in you, so he's not that mad." Pixie said to him. "I'm gonna go tell Juice, then we gotta finish up moving these barrels." She turned on her heels and jogged off.