Sons Of Anarchy One-Shots (Tig Trager)

Outlaws And Outsiders

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Chief Unser walked into the clubhouse and looked around before spotting Clay sitting at a corner table with Tig and Jax. He nodded as he took the other open seat. Clay grinned around his cigar as Tig lit a cigarette and smirked at the police chief.

"What can we do for you today, Chief?"

Wayne grinned and shook his head as he pulled a joint out of his shirt pocket and lit it. "Actually, it's what I can do for you boys." He looked around before leaning in closer. "I realize that you guys like to drink and party, but how would you like to try some of the best moonshine ever made?"

Jax chuckled and shook his head. "I don't know, man. We like the good stuff. You know how Piney is with his Patron and Chibs is with his Jameson."

Tig nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I myself like Jack Daniels."

Clay shook his head and grinned at Wayne. "Where did you get your hands on primo shine? I didn't think there was anyone around here who made it."

Wayne nodded. "I have family in the business." He shrugged. "They're trying to keep busy while they're visiting. The reservation has been kind enough to let them rent some land from them."

Tig chuckled and nodded. "Oh, that's crafty. Federal land, so local police can't set foot there."

Clay nodded in agreement. "Well, since it's family, we can certainly try it before we say no."

Wayne grinned as he butted out his joint and stood up. "Glad to hear it. Let me go get them." The guys looked at each other as he walked out. While he was gone, Happy, Chibs, and Bobby joined the others as they waited.

Five minutes later, Unser walked back in with another person trailing behind him. Tig lifted a brow, thinking that either the dude was really young or small in size. His head was down, face covered by the bill of a snapback, flannel shirt, and jeans covering his slight frame, with dusty combat boots that had seen better days unlaced on his feet. He was carrying a small brown paper bag in his hands. Tig grinned to himself, thinking that he'd never seen a man with dainty hands before.

Tig found his mouth falling open when the guy lifted his head and revealed the most beautiful female face he'd ever seen. Bright green eyes looked them all over, seeming to dwell on him for a moment before moving on. The woman walked over and sat the bag on the table, eyeing Clay as she did so.

"You, sir, look like the head honcho of this group. Am I right?" When Clay nodded, the same surprise showing on his face as the others, she grinned. "I can usually tell." She stuck out a hand to shake. "Laurel Andrews. Wayne's my uncle on my mother's side."

Clay grinned and nodded. "Clay Morrow." He cleared his throat. "Don't take this the wrong way, sweetheart, but we were expecting a man."

Laurel just nodded and smirked. "Well, it doesn't take a set of balls to make good shine. Just the no-how and good hands." She looked around at the bikers standing in a circle around her before opening the bag and pulling a quart-size Mason jar out. "This, gentlemen, is the best damn moonshine that you'll ever put in your mouth." She looked around before settling on Tig, making him feel something clutch in his chest at the sly grin that slid onto her lovely mouth. "Well, aren't you just a little piece of heaven right here on earth?" As the other men chuckled and Tig grinned, she handed the jar to him. "Why don't you do the honors, sweetness? You just look like a man with... interesting tastes."

Tig grinned wider as he loosened the lid on the jar and lifted it to sniff the clear liquid inside. He lifted surprised eyes to Laurel. "It smells like bourbon."

Laurel chuckled and nodded. "Burns like it too. Go ahead, darlin'. Give that a taste."

As Tig took a sip, Chibs spoke up from beside Laurel. "Where are ye from, darlin'?"

Laurel answered, never taking her eyes off of Tig as he took another sip. "Appalachia."

Chibs nodded as Bobby whistled softly. "Damn, girl, you're a little far from home, aren't ya?"

She nodded. "Yeah, I needed to take a vacation. It was getting hot in Polk County."

Tig shook his head as he passed the jar to Clay. "Well, I have to say it. That's the best moonshine I've ever tried."

Clay nodded in agreement as he passed it on to Jax. "How much are you asking?"

Laurel pointed over her shoulder. "I have eleven more jars like that one outside. Six hundred for what I have with me, minus one jar. I'll have more in a few days."

Clay nodded as he stood up and shook hands with her again. "You got yourself a deal, sweetheart. Bobby, pay the lady."

Jax frowned as he passed the jar to Chibs. "Why minus a jar?"

Laurel grinned. "You handsome devils aren't the only clients I'm looking to line up. I need to stop by The Hairy Dog on our way out of town."

Tig shook his head as he stood up. Bobby handed Laurel an envelope with the money in it, which she stuck in her back pocket. "When can we get more?"

Laurel tilted her head in thought. "Two days? You can find me out on the res. They'll point y'all in my direction." She grinned as she stepped closer to Tig, running a hand up and down the leather of his kutte. "If you want to pick it up personally, that wouldn't hurt my feelings, sweetness."

Tig smirked as he grabbed her hand and lifted it to kiss the back of it. "Oh, I wouldn't miss that for the world, doll."

Laurel bit her lip before grinning at the stunned SAA. "Make sure to come alone and have some time to spend, alright?" She winked before kissing her fingers and laying them on Tig's lips. "Later, sugar."

Tig stood in stunned silence as she turned on her heels and walked out with Wayne behind her. Happy snorted as he looked at Tig. "What the fuck just happened?"

Tig shook his head before grinning at Happy. "I don't know, but shit just got a whole lot more interesting around here."