Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Gemma Showdown

Later that day, Clay sauntered into the clubhouse in need of a beer and a cigar before his shift in the garage. As he strode past the pool tables, he noticed a pair of small purple boots waving gently in the air. Confused, Clay went for a better look, grabbing onto the left boot and pulling Pixie out from underneath. She squeaked in surprise, still holding onto the sketchbook she'd been drawing in whilst laying on her front under the table.

"Oh, hey Play-Doh, you need anything?" Pixie greeted.

"Just wondering what you're up to down there." Clay said squatting down to get a better look at the sketchbook, noticing that Pixie had his mugshot along with Jax's off of the wall and under the table with her, along with a couple of printed out photos of Jax and Abel, and a group shot of the guys smiling.

"It's a surprise for Gemma, a kind of peace offering." Pixie explained sliding the book across to Clay. He picked it up, smiling seeing how well Pixie had captured Jax and himself, she'd drawn Abel tucked into Jax's arm and Clay's hand was resting on Jax's shoulder, as though Jax was sitting down in front of Clay. There was a rough outline of a person next to Clay and she'd drawn it so Caly's arm was around the figure's shoulder.

"She's gonna love this when you're done." Clay nodded. "Good work, kid. You need a photo of Gemma?"

"Yeah, I meant to ask you when I set all this up, but got carried away." Pixie giggled. "Jax said you had a nice photo of Gemma in your desk drawer, and I was wondering if I could borrow it for this?"
Clay nodded. "Be my guest, it's in the top right one, Gemma's on her way down, so I'd move this little operation into your room, just so she doesn't see."

Pixie gathered everything up into a stack. "Thanks for the heads up, I needed to get ready for my shift anyways, want me to get you a beer?"

"Nah, I'll sort it, you're on your break, aren't ya?"
"Yeah, cleaned up the clubhouse, and my garage shift isn't until five minutes." Pixie explained, gathering everything up. "I think we're on together, aren't we?"

"Yeah, go get your work shirt on."

"It's more like a dress." Pixie joked as she went to her room, pleasantly surprised to have a calm gentle conversation with Clay. The only times they'd really spoken had been in Church, or during arguments and confrontations. Finding Happy wasn't in there for the moment, she hid all the drawing stuff away and changed into a pair of Juice's old jeans and her shirt before taking off her jewellery and heading out. Clay was waiting for her and the pair of them strode across the lot.

"How's Tig treating ya?" Clay grinned.

"Like a true gentleman, or as gentlemanly as a guy like Tig can get." Pixie joked, making Clay chuckle. "He's super protective and kind though, and we talk through any tense moments and take care of one another pretty well." She explained. "I know we're in a honeymoon stage at the minute, and no doubt this life is gonna sink its claws into us, but I do think this relationship is for the long haul, we've gone through so much drama and shit already and survived."

Clay nodded, liking Pixie's optimistic view and seeing how much she cared for Tig. "You're a good match, I wasn't sure and first, but I see the way you stand up to him when he gets into one of his moods, and the way he's able to talk sense into ya when you get into one of yours."

"Thanks, mate." Pixie nodded. "And here I thought I was never gonna be on the receiving end of your good side." Pixie joked.

Clay chuckled. "Hey, I have a heart, it's just deeply buried behind a bunch of crap, but it's in there somewhere."

Pixie giggled. "I'll have to start calling ya' 'Tin Man'." She joked. "When a man's an empty kettle, he should be on his mettle, and yet I'm torn apart, just because I'm presumin', that I could be kind of human, if I only had a heart." Pixie sang referencing the 'Wizard of Oz', She did a little dance around Clay as she sang and Clay couldn't help but laugh at her antics, playfully shoving her away as they neared the garage.