Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy: Book 2

Unwelcome Visitors

Pixie roared into the lot alongside the guys with the Epps following behind them in the pickup truck. There were already members from the neighbouring charters in the lot and the bike rack was starting to fill up with Harleys of all shapes and sizes. The sun was setting by this point and was casting a golden light across the tarmac as Pixie and the others strode across it to the clubhouse, waving to various Sons brethren as they went. Once inside, Pixie quickly picked up the slack and helped the others finish setting up before Half-Sack and Charlie gathered all the Charming Sons up into the main room of the bar and announced the news to the rest of them who didn't know yet. As expected, there were roars of cheers and congratulations and more hugs as they celebrated the news addition to the Sons family. Clay made a toast and Charlie and Pixie danced together so Charlie could at least enjoy some of the party before she went back to care for Abel. They spent about an hour and a half having fun with the others, dancing together and with the men, talking to some of the club hang-abouts that they were friends with and chatting together about the baby before Charlie started getting tired, and decided to head back to relieve Gemma so she could come to the party. Half-Sack didn't want to leave Charlie, so asked Pixie to pass on his love to Bobby and decided he'd make a fuss of him the next day. Pixie waved them off and then grabbed Tig's hand to dance with him a little outside in the lot. The music was blaring ACDC and the usual rowdy sounds of a Sons party was a fitting accompaniment. Pixie looped her arms around Tig's neck so she could reach up to kiss him, feeling wholly safe and content in his arms.

"You know, you look like one of those biker chicks from Grease, but way better." Tig commented as he twirled Pixie around.

"Aw, Danny Zuko can go suck it, I'd take you over him any day." Pixie smiled, stroking Tig's cheek.

"Really? Wasn't he supposed to be like every good girl's dream boy?"

Pixie giggled. "Since when have I ever been a good girl?"
"You're my good girl." Tig cooed, kissing her cheek.

"When I want to be." Pixie teased.

"Very true." Tig nuzzled his nose against hers and gave Pixie a quick kiss. "I don't think Bobby's gonna be back until real late tonight."
"Why's that?"

"ATF are gonna try and hold him for as long as they possibly can, just in case they can find anything to hold him on, which they won't, Juice made sure of that."

"Good, I can't wait to see him." Pixie smiled. "Though I think he's probably going to get as drunk and or as high as he possibly can, as quickly as he possibly can to celebrate his release."

"Presley parties hard." Tig chuckled, watching Pixie's lithe body sway to the backbeat of the music and her sweet elven face look adoringly up at him. He was once again reminded of how much he loved this chaotic, giggly bundle of young woman, and how close he'd been to losing her today. "You worried me earlier." He said after a moment, his smile fading a little and his grip tightening on Pixie's hips protectively.

"When I got attacked with the boys or when I killed Elian?"

"Both. I know how killing makes you feel, but you did what had to be done, and I'm proud of you for that, you stepped up today, even when you were shaken up. Though, I am thinking we might need to paint your bike a different colour until we get the Mayans to leave you alone."

"Thanks, Tiggy, I'm glad I had you and the others to support me today, I would've really struggled otherwise. My bike is staying pink, however, and trust me, they've got other things to focus on instead of me at the moment." Pixie replied, making Tig stop swaying with her and raise an eyebrow.

"What aren't you telling me?"

"It's noting bad, Tiggy, I promise, okay?" Pixie linked her pinkie with his. "How 'bout we have a talk at home tonight after the party, that way we can work through everything and we won't get distracted."