Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Giving Back: Chapter 7

Pixie, Ellie and Opie began the egg toss pretty well, laughing with each other as they all tried to catch the egg without it breaking. They only got into difficulty when they widened the gaps further between them as part of the game and had to throw the egg with a little more power. Finally, Opie crushed the egg in his fist by accident as he tried to catch Ellie's throw. He winced, feeling the egg squish and run down his arm and Ellie burst out laughing with Pixie, seeing her dad's predicament. Pixie expected Opie to make a light-hearted joke, but instead, he glanced over to where Kyle was still throwing with his daughter pretty well, and he scowled. Sensing Opie's mood sour a little, Pixie distracted Ellie by running over to her and grabbing her hand, not wanting Ellie to take Opie's scowl as being a reaction to something she'd done.

"Hey, Elle, that was so fun! You did a great job, why don't you go see if you can win a game of hook-a-duck? They have toy motorbikes as prizes, I bet your mum will help."

"Really? Okay, I'm good at hook-a-duck." Ellie nodded and smiled, running over to Donna who was already waiting, picking up on what Pixie was up to. She gave Pixie a grateful smile and took her daughter off to play. Pixie walked over to where Opie was shaking the egg from his hand.

"Dammit, it's in my rings." He muttered to himself.

"Opie, breathe bud, ignore Kyle." Pixie murmured, guiding Opie away from the line. "You don't have to torture yourself by comparing yourself to him, all that's gonna do is upset both you, and Ellie."

Opie took a breath. "I need to sort the fireworks." He grunted, striding away from Pixie, fists clenching and unclenching. Pixie knew she needed backup, and fast. She scanned the grounds, looking for Jax as she trotted after Opie. She quickly detected him by the chilli stand talking to Gemma. Pixie did a little wave and a jump to gain Jax's attention and mouthed "HELP" pointing to Opie's retreating figure. Jax nodded and strode over quickly.

"Wassup?"

"Opie squished his egg before Kyle and it hit a nerve. He wanted to be better than him, I think." Pixie gave him the lowdown as they walked over to where Opie was wiping his hand on a napkin before roughly hauling the boxes of fireworks into an unsteady pile they didn't need to be in.

Jax nodded and walked over to Opie causally, with Pixie in tow. "Yo, how'd the egg toss go?" Jax asked casually, acting nonchalant.

"Muffed a catch." Opie grumbled, sitting down on a low wall and stroking his beard, leg bouncing. Jax moved a box and sat down next to him, Pixie made a more stable pile of the fireworks boxes and made a space on the other side of Opie to sit down next to him. Opie's eyes gravitated to the egg toss again and he sighed. "I wanted that guy to be a miserable piece of shit without Samcro." Opie growled. Jax thought over his words, brow creasing in worry for where Opie's head was at. Pixie gently put a hand on Opie's knee to still the frantic movements so he could focus on staying calm. He gave her a small smile and then bowed his head. "I tell you, I'm having a hard time, man."

Jax passed him a cigarette and lit one for himself, passing the lighter to Opie. "Here." he said gently, knowing it was the fastest way to calm Opie down, other than him going ham on a punching bag.

"You know, this club means everything to me. The only thing I ever wanted from the time I went here." Opie said, gesturing to the highschool building behind them. Pixie listened with understanding, knowing the life he was talking about, growing up with the kutte being the end goal. Hell, she'd been the exact same. "But everything else, Donna...the kids...work...they're all heading in the opposite direction. I just can't hook shit up." Opie said exasperatedly, relieved to be able to open up more about what was going on inside his head. "I feel like I'm missing on every front." Opie continued his train of thought.