"I don't mind living in a man's world, as long as I can be a woman in it."
A hopeful new member with an affiliation to a neighbouring charter shows up in Charming, looking to get in with the infamous Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club. The only problem...
Sydney takes ignoring her feelings to the next and most unlikely level with the VP who has found himself in the same boat after Tara shuts him out. But in the process of trying to forget about Tig, she loses herself.
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Tig tapped his foot impatiently against the floor of the floater dorm he'd been given as he endured his second lonely night of misery in the desert. There had been zero progression with the Mayans; Jury and his crew were still being held hostage in Vegas with no explanation, and he was still hundreds of miles away from Sydney. He blew out a grumbly breath as he fell back onto the uncomfortable bed that Sydney's feathered mattress had conditioned him to hate. This was supposed to be a short trip; a short trip that he was already frustrated with having to take after leaving things so messy - now he was stuck in Nevada for God knows how long.
He rolled onto his side, resorting to counting floorboards - an action that took him back to his military days when he would be stuck awake after lights out with no distractions from his thoughts. There were plenty of distractions in Nevada - young, tight, and willing distractions, but he needed to stay on track if he was going to get Sydney back. Indulging in some easy pussy to silence his guilt for ten minutes would only conjure up more self-loathing, and self-loathing was what had caused him to lose her in the first place.
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"Jesus Christ." Half-Sack shook his head as he placed the Xbox controller down after yet another Forza loss, rubbing his neck as he eyed the clock on the microwave where he was shocked to see that it was nearing 3:00 A.M.. "Uh..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I should probably get going..." He knew that he would be summoned to the clubhouse within the next few hours, and he didn't need anybody getting the wrong idea...
"Um-" Sydney blinked shyly. "Will you stay?" She had convinced Half-Sack that keeping her company fell under his prospect duties, the two having spent the night playing video games, eating junk food, and drinking beer to occupy their collectively crowded minds. Sydney was eternally grateful to have a friend in the club like Kip - someone who she could trust with both club issues and personal issues, someone who knew when to comfort her instead of ask questions. She'd never had a friend like that before.
"Are you sure?" He hesitated. "You know, I won't like, get in trouble or anything?"
"I have a guest room." She shrugged. Having someone around helped distract her from the impending sadness - something that she recklessly planned on doing until it dissipated completely - while also providing her the sense of normalcy that she become accustomed to when it came to having a man in her house.
