Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy: Book 2

Bobby's Home

"Here you go, bro." Pixie said to Juice as she passed him a bowl of popcorn and a cold beer.

"You're amazing, thanks, cariño." Juice said looking up from his laptop. He'd been looking for intel and dirt on LOAN for the past hour and Pixie was trying to make sure he was still enjoying himself, at least to some extent.

"Nah, that's you, bud, promise me you'll come rejoin the party when Bobby gets here? You're stressing yourself out over this, and I know you work better at finding intel when you've had time to relax and sleep."

Juice leant back in the wooden desk chair in Pixie's dorm room and it creaked under the movement. "Where the fuck've you been all my life, kid? You take better care of me than my mom ever did."

Pixie smiled and leant against the desk. "Could say the same thing, could've done with a big brother back in Highton keeping me our of too many scrapes or at least giving me good weed."

"Ha! Kinda curious to see what you'd be like high, thinkin' you'd either go mental or turn into a little sloth."

"That's for me to know, and you to ponder, though with all this racist fuckery I'm starting to reconsider bein' sober." Pixie ran a hand through her ponytail.

"Hey. we're gonna sort it, y'know?" Juice nodded, patting Pixie's knee.

She leant across and took over his PC, googling a timer and putting twenty minutes on. "I know, when this goes off, come have fun bro, this weight is on the club, not just you, and we'll figure it out together, like always."

"Promise." Juice smiled and linked his pinkie with Pixie's. "Go get your groove on." He joked, making Pixie giggle as she ran a hand along his mohawk and kissed his forehead before leaving, shutting the door behind her. She went to the fridge in the utility room and grabbed an armful of beers before walking out into the main bar room, and putting one in Clay's hand as he spoke to a man who reminded Pixie of a biker Santa Claus. Next, she found Happy making out with a ginger-haired beauty and she dropped the beer into his lap before moving outside and finding Tig and Jax sat together on top of one of the picnic bench tables with their backs to the clubhouse door. She stepped on the opposite bench and then the table so she could sit down in between them.

"Here we go, boys." Pixie smiled, passing them both the last two beers in her hands.

"Thanks, kid." Jax smiled. "Juice good?"

"Still tryin' to find intel, he's stressed though, can see it in his eyes."

"Makes two of us." Tig grumbled. "He gonna come out?"

"In about fifteen minutes." Pixie explained.

"You timing him?" Tig asked stroking Pixie's back.

"Uh huh, only way to get J to stop, somethin' to do with his OCD."

"Yeah, remember him sayin' he can't sleep past his alarm clock once it's gone off, makes him twitchy." Tig replied. "Dude must really hate the snooze button."

"He never uses it." Pixie told him. "The second it goes off he's up and out of bed like someone set it on fire. But if he unplugs his alarm clock he'll happily sleep until four in the afternoon."

"Weird." Jax chuckled.

"You're weird." Pixie teased. "Who wants to come dance with me?"

"You tired me out, baby." Tig chuckled. "You're up, Teller."

"I've been up since five this morning, I'm done." Jax chuckled. "You're like the freakin' Energiser Bunny. Ask Hap."

"Hap's giving some ginger lady a tonsil exam." Pixie explained, making the other men laugh.