Bobby's party was packed with people. Croweaters of all shapes and sizes wandered around through Sons and mechanics trying to find someone to go home with, preferably a Son but even a hang around would do. Angela stood outside amongst them, trying to make herself look as inconspicuous as possible while she waited for Juice to get back from inside the clubhouse where he'd gone to get drinks. She heard a throat clear behind her and turned to find Opie there.

"Hey," he greeted awkwardly.

Angela smiled at him, realizing it was the first time she'd talked to him since he'd come in to pick Donna's casket. No wonder he was feeling awkward. "Hey Ope."

"Heard you took care of my kids while o was away," he stated softly. At Angela's nod, he sighed. "Thanks."

"Yeah, of course, anytime," she said on a nod. "How are you doin'?"

Opie shrugged a shoulder. "Fine," he replied vaguely. He could tell by the look on Angela's face she didn't believe him, but he was thankful she didn't push it. Afterall, he didn't really know her and though his kids seemed to trust her, he didn't really. "You?"

Angela's eyes swept over the party. "Oh, I'm fine, thanks," she lied, her eyes sweeping over the dozens of scantily clad women. She was glad she decided to put on the low cut black, tunic top and pair it off with her tight black metallic leggings and high heeled boots instead of the jeans and a tank she'd also considered. She may have felt out of place but at least she didn't look it.

With a mumbled goodbye, Opie went to talk to someone else leaving Angela alone to her own devices. She grinned when she spotted her cousin leaning up against the clubhouse smoking a cigarette alone. Casually, she leaned against the building next to him.

No hugs or kisses were exchanged, nothing that would tip anyone off about their relationship. Not because they were hiding it but because it wasn't needed and even something as chaste as a hug brought suspicions that they were romantically involved; suspicions neither of them liked to deal with. "Fancy seeing you here," she said with a small smile.

"Hey kid," Happy murmured, taking a long drag. "Come with the idiot?"

She nodded, wishing she still smoked so she'd have something to do with her hands. She'd given it up the year before after seeing what smoking did to the lungs one too many times. "Yep."

"He left you alone?"

Angela shrugged a shoulder. "I'm not alone. There's a billion people here."

Happy shook his head in response; he knew she understood what he'd meant. "He shouldn't a done that."

"I'm a big girl, Hap. I think I can handle myself," she stated, crossing her arms over her chest.

His dark eyes looked over to where Juice had just come out of the clubhouse, immersed in a conversation with a Croweater. He glanced at Angela briefly, wondering if she noticed. It was clear she had; her shoulders tensed, jaw clenching as she breathed in a deep breath. He smirked, knowing she was hardening herself against the hurt seeing Juice with another girl was causing her. "So?"

"I don't care," she lied, managing to shrug a shoulder.

Happy shook his head at her. "Yeah, you do."

She glared at him briefly, hating how he could see right through her. Sighing, she gave in and threw her hands out to the side. "Well, what am I suppose to do?"

He shrugged a shoulder. "Dunno. Best do it soon though," he said, pushing himself off the wall and heading back into the crowd.

But she didn't have to do anything. Juice was walking over to her seconds later, an apologetic smile on his face. "Sorry 'bout that," he stated, handing her an ice cold beer. "Got caught up back there."

Angela wanted so badly to make some kind of claim on him. Something all those little Croweaters would see and back off, but a display like that wasn't something these kinds of men appreciated. No one owned them least of all a woman.

He could see the dark, almost possessive look in her eyes and gave her a grin. He knew that look well, understood what it was she wanted. Without another word, he pulled her into him. Her hand grabbed onto the front of his cut, pulling him in closer as his lips crashed hungrily down on her own.

"You see that?" Tig asked Happy, pointing the mouth of his beer bottle towards where Juice and Angela were making out, Juice's hand on her ass.

Happy nodded. "Yeah. What do you know about it?"

"Hasn't been with anyone else but her," Tig commented. At Happy's questioning eyebrow, he shrugged. "Kid's got a big mouth when it comes to talkin' about pussy. Only been hearin' one name lately."

He clenched his jaw briefly, hating hearing anyone referring to his little cousin as 'pussy', but he couldn't fault Tig for using the term out of habit. "What's he say?"

"Not much. Doesn't want anyone else pushin' up on her."

Happy smirked, understanding exactly what Tig meant. When a new sweetbutt came along, the guys would compare notes, talking up the better points so they knew exactly which girl to go to for their needs to be fulfilled. The fact Juice was keeping his mouth shut was a good sign. "Good. Anyone gonna test her?"

Tig shrugged. "Nah. Figured she ain't a sweetbutt, hasn't showed interest in anyone else, she's good," he explained. "You good with this?"

He shrugged a shoulder and nodded. "Better with him than with you," he said with a teasing smirk.

"That is true," Tig agreed on a nod.

The sound of car doors shutting pulled Juice away from Angela. He glanced towards the sound to see what was going on and if it was worth stepping away from their hot little make out session. He saw the rest of his brothers heading towards the Benz and sighed. "We're not done here," he said, squeezing her ass and kissing her once more.

She laughed, taking his beer from his hand and pushing him towards the car. "Go, goof," she said, watching his back as he went to stand beside Clay. She took a seat on top of the picnic table to watch the scene unfold. From her distance, she couldn't hear what they were saying, but she did see the white haired man holding out a box of cigars to Clay. After a moment, the brothers standing there began laughing. It was times like these Angela wished she had supersonic hearing. Making Happy laugh was quite a feat, whatever the white hair guy said must've been really funny.

Gemma appeared next to her, nodding towards them. "What's going on?"

Angela was surprised the Queen of SAMCRO was talking to her; she was pretty sure Gemma didn't like her. She shrugged in response. "I have no idea," she answered watching as Tig discreetly pulled out a gun. "Doesn't look good though"

"Huh," Gemma murmured. She headed towards Clay as the men went to get into the Benz, one of them stepping in front of her and muttering sorry as he walked by.

Juice jogged past her, holding a little card in his hand. He grabbed her hand with his free one and pulled her along after him. "Need to do something," he explained vaguely.

Angela let him pull her through the packed clubhouse towards the dorm rooms. They went by several closed doors before coming to one at the end of the hall. He took out a key and unlocked it, pulling her in behind him. The room was bathed in the blue glow coming from a computer screen. To her surprise, the place was pristinely clean. "Do you live here?"

Juice turned on the X-box and threw a controller down on the bed. "Most of the time," he answered, taking a seat at the desk with a laptop sitting on it. "I got a house too but I don't go there much. I don't like to be alone."

"Huh," she murmured, sitting down on the edge of the bed. With the amount of dirty looks she got from the Croweaters after their little make out session, she doubted he was ever alone when he stayed there. "You looking up the white haired guy?"

He nodded, his fingers flying across the keyboard at a rapid pace, eyes glued to the screen. "Won't take long. I got Halo, Call of Duty, Gears of War. You know how to play those, Ms. N64?"

Angela scoffed at him, feigning offense as she booted up the X-box. "Do I know how to play Call of Duty?" she mocked. To be honest, she didn't, but she wasn't about to admit that to him. Juice was deep into looking up everything he could about Ethan Zobelle when he heard the rapid slamming of buttons followed by a slew of curse words and the thud of the controller hitting the bed spread. "I officially hate this game."

He chuckled in response, turning slightly to see her lying flat on her back, staring up at the ceiling, game controller abandoned at her side. Her long dark hair was spread across the plain comforter in a mess of waves. Glancing at her face, he watched as she stuck her tongue out and made silly faces at the ceiling. "I'm guessing you like the mirror?" he asked looking up at the mirror on his ceiling.

She sat up on her elbows, turning towards him with an embarrassed grin; she thought he wasn't paying attention to her. "It's certainly entertaining."

"In more ways than one," he quipped going back to the computer.

Angela lay back down with a roll of her eyes. She hated to think how many girls had enjoyed using that mirror. "How clean is this bed spread?"

"Washed it a few weeks ago," he explained on a shrug. "Doesn't matter, though. I've been sleeping somewhere else lately."

She smiled at that. He'd been spending every night for the last few weeks in her bed. At first it'd been a little weird to have him snoring loudly next to her, but she was slowly getting used to it. His admission that he didn't like to be alone made it all make sense. She'd much rather he be with her than at the clubhouse with someone else.

"Hmm," she hummed, turning back onto her stomach and grabbing the controller again. She started up the game, just clicking random buttons and seeing how far that got her.

A few minutes later, she felt the bed shift as Juice sat on the corner of it. His lips grazed her bare shoulder, one hand tangling into her dark hair to move it away as he pressed kisses along her shoulder to her neck. "You just died," he whispered in her ear.

"You're pillow talk is so sexy, Juice," she teased, giggling as his arm slipped across her back, his hands covering her own as he stretched out beside her. His fingers moved over hers, effortlessly pressing the right buttons as he slid one leg over hers in an effort to get closer to her. She tilted her head back, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek to get his attention. He turned his head to catch her lips with his own.

The door opened quickly and Half-Sack stepped in. He paused at the door, his eyebrows raised in surprise. "Oh shit, did I..."

Juice scowled at him. "Jesus Sack! Knock next time!"

"Oh hey Angie," Half-Sack greeted with a nod at Angela.

"Hi Kip," she replied on a nod, grinning at how nervous he seemed.

"Did you need something Prospect?" Juice questioned, his arms still around Angela.

Half-Sack nodded quickly. "Uh yeah...I wanted to uh...let you know that...Bobby's on his way so...you should probably...head out," he stammered.

"Thanks. Now, get out," he said waving him away. Half Sack stumbled out, slamming the door behind him. Juice groaned as he got off of Angela. "I'm starting to think interrupting us is some sort of game to my brothers."

Angela laughed, standing up from the bed and grabbing his hands. She tugged at them, grunting as she tried to pull him up to standing position. He willingly stood, slinging an arm around her shoulders as he led her through the clubhouse at a much slower pace this time.

She looked around the dark room, soaking in the details. Girls were everywhere; one had pasties on and was working a stripper pole in the corner while a group of Sons looked on. A few Croweaters stood behind the bar, serving all kinds of booze. Another group of sweetbutts were gathered around the pool table, a few of them casting jealous looks her way as they passed by.

They stepped out of the clubhouse just as the car with Bobby in it pulled up. Angela pushed Juice towards where his brothers were all greeting the curly-haired secretary. She couldn't help but smile at the sense of camaraderie between the Sons as they hugged and welcomed Bobby home.

A prickling on the back of her neck made her shiver as she looked towards where Stahl was staring her down, a curious eyebrow raised. Angela stared straight back at her, arms crossed over her chest. She gave the agent a smug grin, her smiling widening when Stahl looked away first to talk to Clay. "Bitch," she murmured under her breath.

Once they were back inside the clubhouse, Angela stood between Juice and Piney, contemplating what she'd like to drink. She knew a fruity mixed drink would get her laughed at, but she wasn't in the mood for a beer and whiskey always gave her one hell of a hangover. She glanced over at the large bottle of tequila Piney had sitting in front of him. Piney caught her look and smirked. "Want a shot, sweetheart?"

"Sure," she said on a nod.

Juice watched curiously as Piney poured Angela a shot. He'd never seen Angela drink hard alcohol before and was a little intrigued to see how she handled it. She slammed it back like a pro, setting the shot glass on the table daintily. Piney grinned at her. "Atta girl," he said slapping her on the back. "I knew I liked ya."

She did two more shots with him before declaring herself done. "I live by that whole one tequila, two tequila, three tequila floor rule," she explained, winking at the older man.

Piney chuckled, nodding to Juice. "Guess you better get ready to catch her then," he said, finishing the bottle. "Better go get some more."

Juice just grinned in response from his seat on a barstool, his arms sliding around her waist to steady her as she moved to stand between his legs. She leaned back into his chest feeling a little buzzed from the alcohol. She caught Happy glancing at her once, a silent check up. She nodded to him, letting him know she was all right. He nodded back before turning to carry on his conversation with Clay and Tig.

It was then that Jax walked in. Angela moved out of Juice's way as Jax headed towards them, allowing them room to do their man hug. Jax gave her a smile. "How's it goin' Ang?"

"Good. You?" she answered in response, going back to her spot between Juice's legs. Jax just shrugged indifferently before going around to where Piney was sitting.

Angela leaned her back against Juice's chest, her eyes watching the dancer in pasties on the pole. She wondered briefly if she could pull off moves like that and then decided she wasn't about to try it. Not in front of a clubhouse full of drunk men and her cousin. That would not turn out well. She smiled as Juice set his chin on her shoulder. "You ready to go?" he asked, his lips at her ear.

She turned around, the corners of her lips turned up into a sexy smirk. "Baby, I'm always ready to go."

The naughty smile that spread across his face in response made her feel hot all over. He hopped down from the stool, taking her hand in his. "In that case," he said, tugging her back towards the dorm rooms. She hesitated briefly, not wanting to spend the night in the same place Juice had bedded so many other girls. Not to mention the fact that Happy would be spending the night there too. The last thing she need was an awkward morning encounter. "What?"

She moved her eyes pointedly towards where Happy was standing. Juice's eyes widened slightly. "Oh. Yeah. We could go to my place. It's closer."

"That'd be a lot better."

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Angela was surprised when Juice pulled his Dyna to a stop in front of a decently sized one story house. She gracefully got off the bike and followed him towards the door. He stepped inside, flicking on the lights to reveal a barren living room with a huge flat screen TV with another X-box. There were two huge, black suede bean bag chairs sitting on the floor and a poker table in the corner that was covered in computer parts and tools. It was clearly a bachelor pad. From her place in the living room, she could see an upturned bong on the drying rack by the sink. A few clear jars sat on the counter filled with green leafy buds she recognized right away. The whole place was very...Juice.

She walked over to one of the bean bag chairs and sat down on it, giggling when Juice threw himself onto it next to her. He lifted his arm, allowing her to scoot closer to him, chuckling as a yawn escaped her lips. "Tired, baby?"

"Mmm," she hummed, her eyes closing slowly. She hadn't realized how tired she was until she'd sat down. She'd been up before the sun and though she'd had an energy drink or two, she was exhausted. Not to mention, she'd been on her toes the whole time she was at Bobby's party, constantly second guessing everything she said and did so as not to piss off any of the brothers or the women was tiring as well. The early wake up paired with her nerves at being at a club event had left her completely drained.

With a grunt, he got up reaching his hands out to her. She took them, allowing him to pull her up. To her surprise, he leaned down and hooked an arm behind her knees and another behind her back, effortlessly lifting her off her feet. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding tightly to him. "I won't drop you," he assured her on a chuckle as he walked towards his bedroom.

Contrary to his previous words, he dropped her on top of his bed. His very, very comfy bed, she realized. No doubt he had some type of pillow top mattress. Her eyes immediately went to the ceiling. "No mirror?" she teased.

He shrugged a shoulder. "I don't bring girls here," he explained, slowly taking off his rings and placing them in a neat row on his dresser. At her eyebrow raise, he smiled. "Believe it or not, you're the first. I don't have a reason to bring Croweaters back here. They don't mind where we..."

"Stop!" she shouted, effectively cutting him off. "I get the picture."

"Figured you would." Juice smirked at her as he headed over to the bed and stretched out beside her. She moved her head so it was resting on his chest. Her inky black eyes stared at him, sparkling in the dim light as a small smile turned up the corners of her lips just barely deepening her dimples. He slid his fingers through her silky hair, curling a few strands around a finger as he looked at her.

She was beautiful. Anyone with eyes could see that. And though that's what attracted him at first, it wasn't what made him keep her around. There was just something about her that he couldn't shake. Back at the clubhouse, he'd left her for just a few minutes to grab himself a beer. In that short span of time, Croweaters had approached him, offering things that would make Angela blush, and he could've easily taken them up on their offers. But he didn't want to because while he was listening to the Croweaters go on about what they wanted to do to him; all he could think about was what he wanted to do to Angela.

Angela yawned again which made him yawn in response. He knew they were at the point where if something was going to happen, it was going to have to happen then because if not, she was going to fall asleep on him. But he was tired too since he'd had to wake up almost as early as she had. Reaching over to his bedside table he grabbed the TV remote, he flicked on the television, happy when he saw that Jackass was on.

"Juice?" she mumbled, confused as to why he was putting on the television when she knew he wanted to do other things. Things she was too tired for, but she'd roll with if it was what he wanted.

"Sshh. This is a good episode," he said giving her a small smile and pressing a kiss to her temple. "You sleep." Smiling, she nuzzled her face against the soft leather of his cut and let herself drift off into a peaceful sleep.

His alarm woke her up early in the morning. As always, the annoying sound did nothing to disturb him. She wondered how he got up in the morning without someone busting in and then realized, that's probably exactly what occurred when he slept at the clubhouse.

Angela sat up with a groan, rubbing tiredly at her eyes. Juice was still snoring loudly on his back, his arm stretched out on the bed where she had just been lying. She slipped a hand underneath his shirt, raking her fingernails softly over his stomach as she leaned over to press a soft kiss to his lips. It took him a minute, but soon he was kissing her back, his tongue delving into her mouth as she slid a leg over his torso to straddle him.

Pulling away, he pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear, chuckling when it revealed a red mark on her cheek. He traced the outline of the letters, apparently she'd slept on his patches because ingrained in red on her cheek was "Redwood Original". "You got my patches on your face, Angel," he said on a chuckle.

She giggled, reaching out a hand to trace it over the imprint in her cheek. "Sexy," she said sarcastically.

Juice moved his hand to cup the back of her neck, leaning up to capture her mouth in another kiss. He thought it was sexy as hell to have some part of the club on her. Some kind of brand to show everyone she was his. "I think so," he murmured against her lips, trailing kisses down her neck and down across her collarbone.

Her hands slid under his cut, gently working it off as his worked off her top to reveal a blue and black lacy bra; his favorite colors. It was a push up bra he had seen in the catalog she had and had commented on. He looked from the incredibly sexy bra up to the woman wearing it, swallowing hard as he felt his pants tighten. "Surprise," she said softly a naughty smile on her face. "I wanted to show you last night, but you wanted to watch Jackass so..."

In one quick move, Juice flipped her onto her back, growling as he buried his face into her chest, his teeth scraping across the soft flesh there. She gasped in response, one hand rubbing over his mowhawk. "This is so much better than that," he murmured as he mouthed the lacy fabric.

She giggled. "I would hope so."