"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...
It's game over for Charming's newest resident. But sometimes, a loss is really a win in disguise - especially in a game of cat and mouse.
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Sydney sat frozen in place at the table where Tig had left her, still struggling to catch her breath. "You okay there darlin'?" She snapped her head up to see Jax staring at her heaving chest and red cheeks with a scowl.
"Yeah!" She was relieved to have a distraction. "Just hot in here, ya know..." She gave a weak attempt at throwing him off as she fanned her face, focusing all of her energy on trying to calm herself down.
"Yeah... Sure is." He shot her a discerning look which mirrored that of his mother's. "That was quite the show you put on back there." He smirked.
"Sure was." She chuckled. "I hear that this dart game you guys play around here is no joke... Just tryin' to live up to the expectations."
"I think you've done a little more than that..." He raised a brow.
"Yeah." She smiled, looking down at the table. "I guess I have." Her cheeks flushed again as she chuckled, looking back up where she froze once again under Tig's icy blue gaze from where he stood at the bar. "I'm gonna go get some air." She looked back to the much warmer set of blue eyes in front of her. "See you around, VP." She excused herself from the table, squeezing the blonde man's bicep - giving Tig something to look at if he insisted on watching her.
She exited the clubhouse, thankful to feel some of the tension sliding off of her body as the cool air instantly soothed her burning face; seeing that the large crowd in the parking lot had mostly cleared out, with the exception of a few stragglers smoking at the picnic tables - including Clay and Gemma.
"Hey, Gem." She greeted as she approached The King and Queen at the picnic table that they shared. "Can I get a smoke?"
"Sure thing, sweetheart." Gemma raised her brow as she caught the distress plastered across the face of the young girl as she bent down for a light. "You okay?"
"Yeah." Sydney nodded quickly, straightening up. "Just hot, that's all." She exhaled a cloud of smoke - knowing that a simple 'yes' or 'no' would not please The Matriarch.
"Yeah... I'm sure you are." She arched her brow higher, making Sydney wonder how the older woman managed to still look so youthful - because clearly botox wasn't the answer.
"I woulda thought that you'd be cold after your little dance number." Clay teased.
"Yeah... One would think." Sydney rolled her eyes, turning and walking away quickly as she tried to hide her embarrassment while the couple giggled behind her. She rounded the side of the clubhouse where there was thankfully nobody lingering - needing a few minutes alone to collect herself and catch her still racing breath.
