After the almost assassination of her Sons brother sent shockwaves through the club, Meggie "Pixie" Telford and the Sons are left to pick up the pieces. With ATF on their doorstep, the League of American Nationalists wanting to make advances and Jax...
WARNING: Use of Offensive Language, Mentions of Blood and Violence.
Juice was still thinking hard about his confrontation with Tig for a while after the older Son had disappeared off into the garage with Clay and Opie had gone to pay Half-Sack and Charlie a visit. He was so deep in thought that he didn't hear the clubhouse door open and was subsequently startled when Pixie barrelled into him, wrapping her arms around him and jumping up and down. He gave a squeak of panic and then recovered as soon as he realised what had happened and heard Jax's laugh at the high-pitch yelp that had emanated from Juice.
"Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!" Pixie chanted excitedly, grabbing his right forearm and still fizzing on the spot, hazel eyes bright and happy.
"What? What? What? What?!" Juice responded in the same tone, smiling down at Pixie.
"I got you somethin'." Pixie giggled, turning Juice's hand over so it was palm-side up and reaching into her kutte, pulling out a small enamel bee keyring and placing it in Juice's hand. He laughed at the small offering and looked it over appreciatively. "A bee?"
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"Yeah! Coz' I bee-lieve in you!" Pixie cheered, giggling at her own pun and causing Jax and Juice to laugh along too.
"She's been holding that in for like twenty minutes, made us stop when she saw the display of 'em in the gift shop in town." Jax explained, shaking his head with an amused expression on his face.
Juice grinned at the explanation and hugged Pixie tight before releasing her again. "Thanks, kid, I'll put this on my apartment keys." He told her, pulling the keys from his pocket and looping them on, watching Pixie as she started fidgeting. "Who gave you sugar?" He teased.
"We had a pancake break." Jax informed him. "Needed to regroup and figure out what to do next."
"Oh yeah?" Juice asked, leaning against the bar as Jax and Pixie took a seat on the bar stools. "This about the vote?"
"Mmhm, Clay's going down the wrong path." Pixie, the first signs of her anxiety starting to come through on her face as her brow furrowed slightly and her Hazel eyes went wider.
Juice put a hand up to stop her from finishing. "You don't need to tell me; I've already had this conversation with Tig." Juice let them know, Pixie and Jax looked at each other in surprise before looking back at Juice.
"What?" Pixie queried, hands fiddling with her sweater cuff again. Without thinking, Juice reached into his pocket and pulled out the bike chain loop and passed it over.
"Clay's forcin' Opie and Tig to push us to comply with Clay's vote for immediate retaliation." Juice explained grimly, stroking a hand down his mohawk. "Shit." Jax cursed, reaching for a cigarette. "Knew he'd do somethin' like that."
"Do we even have a retaliation plan?" Juice queried, deciding he may as well hear both sides of the voting war.
"I don't know, and that's the problem. Not enough intel to even begin planning." Jax told him, taking a deep puff and looking into Juice's worried brown eyes. "We strike back now, we could be playin' right into their hands."
