Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Patching Party

Pixie sat in the backseat of Gemma's fancy black car. The seats were leather and Pixie idly ran her hands along them as she bopped her head in time to the 'Blondie' CD playing in the background as Gemma and Cherry discussed makeup and hairstyling. Once Pixie had left the church with Jax, she'd been rounded up by a very eager Cherry who helped Pixie pick a party outfit and suggested they see if Gemma wanted to have a getting ready session with them so they could do girly things without being pestered by the boys. Pixie loved the sound of this idea, especially as she'd been able to finish the sketch and Tig had found her a frame to put it in. She'd hidden it at the bottom of the backpack she'd borrowed from Happy to put all the clothes and cosmetics Cherry had produced from Pixie's room that the boys hadn't touched. She borrowed a couple of items of clothing from Pixie's wardrobe as they were the same size and height, and one of the other female hang-abouts had let her borrow her spare pair of heels that she kept in a locker after Cherry had deemed Pixie's extensive boot and converse collection not 'glam' enough for tonight's party. Pixie had no clue what that meant but nodded along like she understood. Although Pixie loved alternative fashion, she was more of a casual girl, seeing as she was a Son who was never really off the clock, so back home Pixie had rarely not worn jeans to a party just in case she needed to jump in and sort something. But seeing as tonight was meant for Pixie to relax and celebrate, and there were more than enough senior Sons attending tonight that could deal with an issue should there be one. They pulled into Gemma's drive and got out, going up to the glossy front door. The house was a single story house but had a large square footage as well as a decent front and back garden. There were roses growing in the front acting as a border up the path to the door and a large oak tree. When the women went inside, pixie was greeted by treacle coloured wooden glossy flooring, and cream walls with wooden ornaments and pictures hung on them. There was a living room on the right with a large black leather couch and TV set, and to the left was the open plan kitchen area with a long dining table which looked like it could comfortably sit all the Charming Sons, plus guests.

"You have a lovely place, Gem." Pixie complimented as she took off her boots in the entryway with Cherry.

"Thanks, Clay calls me 'house-proud', but I just like having a pleasing setting to relax in."

"I think my flat with Half-Sack could probably fit into your living room." Cherry joked. "We make it work though, small but comfortable."

"That's sweet, it's your little lovebird nest." Pixie smiled.

"I like that phrase, I'm gonna use that." Cherry giggled.

"You girls want coffee?" Gemma called from the kitchen as the younger women walked in together.

"Ooh, please." Cherry replied.

"Too much caffeine makes me go a little loopy." Pixie explained. "Water's fine."

"Is that coz' of your ADHD?" Cherry asked.

"Yeah, sometimes it's stressful managing it, but for the most part it just makes life more fun."

"You're so positive, what the fuck." Cherry giggled. "I don't think I've ever heard you say anything negative, and not follow it up either with a solution, or a positive that overrides it."

"Oh tell me about it, she's like the club's ray of sunshine, apart from Juice." Gemma said, coming over with the drinks.

"Juice is a sweetheart." Pixie smiled fondly. There was a screeching cawing sound from one of the back rooms and Pixie raised an eyebrow at Gemma. "Was that a bird?"

"Yeah, I have a cockatiel named Nate, after my dad." Gemma informed them.

"That's so cool!" Pixie enthused.