"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...
White does not a wedding make. Church bells may be ringing for some, but blue balls are bouncing for others.
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It was a beautiful Saturday in the middle of June, and a SAMCRO wedding was in the midst; Bobby and his old lady Precious were finally tying the knot - officially. The entire morning had been filled with chaos as all of the bridesmaids frantically ran around Gemma's house trying to get ready in time.
Once Sydney had finally finished off her own makeup after helping some of the other girls, she slipped into her bridesmaid dress. The dress was much more tasteful than she had expected; floor length with a sweetheart neckline and a stoned waistband, all in a beautiful shade of dark purple that made her green eyes pop like nobody's business. Precious had asked her to be a bridesmaid almost directly after the two had met for the first time at Gemma's dinner, which she'd agreed to without a second thought - knowing that establishing her place among the new charter was of utmost importance, and a huge party was the perfect place to do it.
She briefly wondered what it was that had actually made them want to get legally married - seeing that they had been together for quite some time now, already had kids, and fought constantly. But she knew that though anyone else would've found everything about this wedding to be completely bizarre - this was the life, and today was just another day in it.
She sat herself down on the end of the bed with Jessica - who had become her favorite croweater - giggling to each other as they watched Gemma play 'mother of the bride' to Precious. Besides the fact that the two women were the same age, what made the scene before them even more amusing was the fact that the bride easily looked about ten years older than she actually was - thanks to the outdated hair-do, frail frame, and a past filled with drug use.
The two snickering girls looked up when they heard a wolf-whistle from the doorway, laughing even harder when they saw that it had come from Clay - watching Gemma roll her eyes and shake her head.
"Alright, everyone ready?" He asked, getting a chorus of affirmations from the giddy women who began filing out the door.
Sydney began her descent down the hallway after the rest of the bridal party, but she felt a strong hand holding her back by her elbow. She looked up with a crease in her forehead to see Clay standing over her, feeling panic fill her as all of the reasons that the President could be isolating her started to flood her mind...
"You're walkin' down with Tig." He explained.
Sydney breathed a sigh of relief when it was revealed that the cornering had nothing to do with her immediate future in SAMCRO. "Your doing, or his?" She scoffed.
