Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy: Book 2

Common Enemy

WARNING: Mentions of violence and gore.

Pixie giggled as she sat at the bar with Jax, Juice and Chibs. Bobby had decided he wanted to make drinks and was currently trying to work out what to do with a teabag, without Pixie's guidance, much to her, and the other guys' amusement whilst they waited for Tig and Clay to return from the guns so they could hold church. Two motorcycles gunned into the lot and a second later Clay ambled in looking like his usual grouchy self and came to the bar.

"What's going on?"

"Bobby's fighting with a teabag, and losing." Pixie answered, giggling as Bobby continued to swirl the teabag around in the mug with a fork.

"You feelin' better?" Clay asked Bobby.

"Oh yeah, once I upchucked on an asshole, I started feeling much more normal." Bobby responded. 

Clay raised an eyebrow. "Do I want to know?"

"Not if you just ate, 'specially not if you just ate tacos." Juice advised. Clay grunted and grabbed a beer before settling down on one of the couches.

Tig came through the door and immediately grinned as soon as he saw Pixie. "There's my favourite girl!" He cheered, opening his arms wide and bending his knees a little so he was ready to catch Pixie as she jumped down off fo the bar stool, ran over to where he was stood by the door, jumping up for a hug. Pixie kissed him and felt herself start to relax better as Tig pulled her against him in a strong embrace.

"Missed you! Everything okay with the guns?" Pixie asked him.

"Yeah, we got 'em all set for tonight, and I missed you too." Tig smiled at Pixie's happy face, feeling the love radiating off of her like sunbeams. "What've you been up to this afternoon then, angel?"

"Destruction of property, assault with an offensive weapon, criminal threatening, trespassing, aiding and abetting, oh, and we visited two porn studios." Pixie answered with a sweet smile. On any other girl, the mixture of the adorable smile and the casual listing of crimes committed wouldn't have worked, but Pixie somehow managed to pull it off.

Tig beamed. "Ah, that's my girl!" He cheered with a laugh, he knew his brothers would protect Pixie with their lives, so wasn't too bothered about the outlaw activities.

"Oh, I snagged this for you, by the way." Pixie answered pulling out a pen and slipping it into the left breast pocket of Tig's kutte. "It's one of those magic stripper pens."

"I love those things, thanks, baby." Tig laughed as he finally and reluctantly set Pixie down so he could investigate the pen. He took it out of his pocket, clicked it and snickered, before clicking it again and tucking it back into his kutte. "Not a patch on you, darlin'." Tig cooed before he noticed that Pixie had clear plastic wrappings on her left forearm and hand. "What's this?"

"Happy gave me another smile for the guy we took down, and then threw in an extra lil' tattoo." Pixie explained, showing Tig.

"This is a really sweet little design." He smiled at the skull, loving it already. He looked across to Happy who was chilling on a couch with Half-Sack. "Good job, man."

Happy gave a nod in response and Tig made his way to the bar. Jax, who had been deep in thought suddenly got up and motioned to Pixie to follow him outside. Pixie raised an eyebrow but trotted after him dutifully. Once the door shut behind them, Jax hopped up onto a picnic bench table and patted the space next to him. Pixie climbed up and sat cross-legged so she was facing Jax as he turned to face her.

"You good, mate?" Pixie asked him.

"Yeah, just been thinkin' about the whole Luann situation, wanted to spitball ideas."
"Sure, I'm all ears." Pixie said eagerly and with a smile.