Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Caidil m' Ulaidh

The junkyard smashing session seemed to have been exactly what the Sons had needed, the junkyard owner, a portly guy named Oliver, had just gestured to a box full of aluminium baseball bats and told the group to go apeshit on whatever they wanted, long as it wasn't any of his dump trucks. Pixie had felt exhilarated as she put her bat through the driver's window of a rusty red Honda and laughed as Chibs unleashed his inner wildness and jumped on the bonnet of an old blue pickup truck, jumping up and down on the metal before kicking the windscreen so hard it had shattered. Pixie and Lowell had taken down an old printer and watched as Juice took out his coding frustrations on an old computer launching it off of the minibus he found it on and then smashing it to smithereens when he'd dropped down with it. Even Bobby, the calmest of the Sons by far, had found his release in beating on an old station wagon. Pixie worked out her anger and focused on using the time to better her upper body strength, using the time for training, and even having an impromptu sparring session with Juice when the others egged him on to take up Pixie's offer of a little fight. Bobby and Tig had drawn out a rough square in the dirt floor for the boxing ring and made it the aim to knock each other out. They'd been evenly matched, much to everyone's surprise, as Juice was just as fast as Pixie, and had a rough idea of her fighting style. When it became clear that they were going to draw, and Pixie's concentration wavered, they ended up goofing off with Juice scooping Pixie up off the floor and threatening to throw her out the square after she'd tickled him repeatedly. When everyone was tired out, Pixie jumped on Jax's back to pull him out of his thoughts and had asked him whether it would be an idea to tell the other Sons about what really happened to Lowell's dad, that way it would be less explosive whenever they decided to break the news to Clay that they knew. Jax considered it and called an impromptu meeting, bringing in everyone on board an abandoned bus. They'd all sat down and Jax and Pixie explained together, with the help of Tig, what really happened. Once the others had digested the information, they agreed that the truth did need to be addressed, and agreed to find a way to break it to Clay without him going apeshit at Jax and Pixie and potentially accusing them of conspiring against him. The group also gave their support to Lowell, showing him that they had his back and that he could rely on them. When it started to go dark, Lowell said his goodbyes, wanting to get back to Moby, and the group disbanded. Chibs, Juice and Pixie deciding to go back to Chibs' house, as Pixie needed to get as much rest as possible for the fight tomorrow.

Pixie giggled as Chibs, in high spirits pulled her onto his back and gave her a piggyback up the drive, with Juice tagging along, all three of them raving about their session at the junkyard.

"We have to do that again, and soon, that was such a rush, and I feel so relaxed now." Juice grinned.

"Me too, though I want another round with you in the ring, you're good, J." Pixie nodded.

"After ye've done yer hustlin' tomorro' night." Chibs said firmly. "Last thin' we need is our star fighter gettin' injured, 'specially by 'er brute of a brother."
"Oh so when Pixie tries to give me a black eye it's funny but as soon as I retaliate I'm the bad big brother?" Juice jokingly grumbled as Pixie stuck her tongue out at him.

"Aye." Chibs grinned as he unlocked his door. "The wee lass gets away with 'coz she's cute." Chibs joked as the three of them wandered inside. He set Pixie down so they could take their boots off.

"Well that's fair." Juice chuckled sarcastically. "Maybe I should go on strike."
"No!" Pixie squeaked with a giggle, jumping on him, Juice automatically supported her legs, making sure she wouldn't fall. "I'd miss you too much, how 'bout I pay you in cookies?" She suggested, making the guys laugh.

"Well now that's an offer ye canne refuse." Chibs chuckled.

Juice grinned at Pixie's cheeky face. "A'ight, I'll take you up on that offer, but they better be good ones."