"I don't mind living in a man's world, as long as I can be a woman in it."
A hopeful new member with an affiliation to a neighbouring charter shows up in Charming, looking to get in with the infamous Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club. The only problem...
Whilst SAMCRO's warehouse - and main source of income - has been reduced to bones, the longtime Sergeant-at-Arms learns that bones are not always a sign of destruction. They are a sign of new life - a structure for something new to be built. Whether he trusts in the foundation, or not...
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"Wanna be my first?" Tig was pulled from his daydream by Sydney's suggestive tone and dirty smirk. His face only went from one level of dazed to the next when he realized that he had completely zoned out while staring at her, and was now hearing what sounded like a proposition - quickly realizing that she meant first customer as he sat at the bar that she was manning, although he could've sworn that there was some double entendre in her tone...
"Savin' yourself for me, doll? I'm honoured." He placed a hand on his heart.
"Wouldn't have it any other way." She cooed.
He chuckled, his mind slipping back under before she pulled him right back out - clearing her throat as she stared at him with expectant eyes, gesturing to the wide array of bottles on the shelves behind her. "Oh, uh..." He realized that she was still waiting for an order, squinting as he tried to pass his bewilderment off as indecisiveness. "Just a beer, darlin'."
"Wow... You really wanted to make me showcase my bartending skills, huh?" She drawled sarcastically.
Tig began to chuckle again before he realized that he was supposed to be in church, quickly collecting his beer and shuffling into the chapel where he was greeted by an uproar of laughter.
"I've never seen Tigger that stunned before..." Gemma disclosed to Sydney as soon as the chapel doors shut.
"Oh yeah?" She had a smug smile. She knew that to hold the Sergeant-at-Arms patch, Tig had to be just as cold as Happy - which boosted her ego even higher to know that she'd been able to make him nervous.
"I've seen that man bag hundreds of women over the years, rarely have I ever seen him actually pay any mind to one." She narrowed her eyes at the young girl.
It was true, Gemma had watched Tig charm his way into the pants of almost every woman who walked through the clubhouse doors, but the way that he looked at Sydney was different. The Matriarch had a hard time believing that it was love at first sight, this was Tig after all, but she knew that he was intrigued by the new girl at the very least, which is more than she could say about his level of interest in any other gash.
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"Gonna make this quick." Clay signalled the start of church as he lit his cigar. "We got two things on our table: our warehouse, and that sweet little San Bernardino tart." Tig stiffened at the mention of Sydney, inhaling sharply and shaking the thoughts out of his head - the action eliciting knowing smiles of amusement from both Bobby and Chibs.
