Fly By Night | Sons of Anarchy Fanfiction | Jax Teller x OC

Chapter Twenty

The party was already in full swing by the time Allie pushed through the small crowd to join Dan by the bar. He had two pieces of pizza in one hand, and a glass of champagne in the other, and she laughed as he delicately passed her one of the slices, careful not to spill any of his precious champagne.

"I still don't really agree that pizza and champagne are the best combo," Allie told him good-naturedly.

"Who cares what you think?" Dan batted a hand at her, leaning against the bar to take a sip from his champagne flute. "You're not drinking it and neither is Lyla. So, I think the rest of us can do whatever we want."

"Point taken," Allie laughed.

Although, she was still on the fence about her dad's menu choices. In his efforts to assuage the needs, and the tastes, of his typical party-goers and the studio's still-newish partnership with the club, Jimmy was definitely still feeling his way through it. But, she couldn't imagine that his efforts weren't going unnoticed either - that, and, Lyla had specifically requested pizza. Pregnancy cravings, apparently.

"This is all a pretty good deflection, you know," Dan leaned in conspiratorially. "I know how nervous you are. Don't even try to protest. I know the thoughts you're gonna have before they even pop into your head. Just be cool. And hey - you could just pretend you hate him like you used to. I'd say a frosty indifference should do the trick."

When the next song started blaring through the speakers, Dan's eyes flashed a little recklessly. He started swiveling his shoulders to the beat and bopped her with his hip, and then he leaned in to sing along with the words, "Workin' all week, 9 to 5 for my money, so when the weekend comes, I go get live with the honey..."

He waggled her eyebrows at her, gesturing with his head toward the dance floor. Dan held out a hand, and she took it easily, letting him lead her out onto the dance floor, which was already pretty packed full with a mix of actors and crew members.

"I can't believe you know all the words to this song," Allie laughed, even as she moved to the beat alongside him.

Dan just snarled at her to sing along with another line, "Be my queen if you know what I mean, and let us do the wild thing."

Her head dipped back in a laugh as he made a show of grinding down to the floor at her feet, waving his body in the air like a flag.

"Tone-Loc is my jam," Dan grinned, taking her hand and giving her a little twirl, before pulling her back into his chest and snaking an arm around her waist to move her hips along with the music.

"You're getting handsy tonight," Allie narrowed her eyes at him a little.

Dan just grinned down at her, his dark eyes flashing mischievously. Two seconds later, Gemma materialized right next to them on the dance floor with Lyla right on her heels. Without missing a step, Gemma raised her arms high over her head in greeting before Dan all but leapt into her arms. They embraced like old friends - or was it old lovers? - and then Dan took Gemma's hands, lifting them in the air as they moved their hips to the music together.

Allie shifted her focus to Lyla, who was swiveling her shoulders on the dance floor next to her with a happy grin on her pretty face. She threw an arm around Lyla's shoulders to greet her, grateful for the distraction from her pounding heart. If they were here, then that could only mean one thing.

"You look amazing," Allie leaned in to tell Lyla over the music. She gestured to Lyla's form-fitting silver-sequined dress that fit snugly over her tiny baby bump.

'Thank you," Lyla laughed in her ear. And then she looked Allie up and down with a grin. "You're looking pretty hot tonight yourself."

Allie glanced down at her dress, and shrugged, careful not to let too much heat flush to her cheeks, as difficult as that was. This time, she'd allowed Dan to select her outfit for this particular evening, having given up after about an hour of trying to decide. Dan had plucked a slinky black dress with spaghetti straps and a gentle sweetheart neckline from her closet, something she'd forgotten she even had. The last time she'd worn this dress was for a New Year's Eve party at the studio a few years ago and hadn't worn it since because the short hem and slim, tight fit wasn't typically her style, at least not around the studio. Tonight, Dan had reasoned, she deserved to wear a skintight and almost obscenely short dress.