Angela walked through the hospital hallways, coffee in hand. She'd been called in for a pick up and was lazily working her way back to the van to get out her gurney since the hospital wasn't able to spare one. Upon opening the back of the van, she was shocked to find her gurney was missing. Turning, she caught a glimpse of the MC's black van and a few motorcycles parked by it; one of which she recognized as Juice's.

"He didn't," she muttered shaking her head. She headed back towards the hospital, trolling the hallways to see if she could find where Juice and whatever brothers were with him had taken her gurney. As she rounded the corner, she was shocked to run into Clay and Tig sitting in one of the waiting rooms.

"Hey Ang. You here for a pick up?" Tig questioned.

She nodded slowly. "I was, but I seemed to have misplaced my cart," she said with a small smile. "Why? Need a key to the fridge?"

He chuckled as he leaned against the door jamb. "Nah, not this time, doll. Thanks though."

"Everything okay?" she asked without thinking. She mentally smacked herself for being nosy, but neither Tig nor Clay seemed to mind the question. Obviously whatever happened wasn't club business.

"Gemma was in an accident last night," Clay explained on a sigh. "Doc's checkin' her out."

"She okay?"

He shrugged a shoulder. "We'll find out."

Angela could hear a commotion from down the hall and grinned when she spotted Juice and Kip pushing her gurney with Bobby and Chibs on top of it and Opie trailing behind it. Chibs was ordering people to move as they barreled down the hall. "Well, there's my gurney," she said, making Tig chuckle.

The Sergeant clapped her shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "Don't worry about it, doll. It's being put to good use." She nodded in agreement, taking a step back just as the boys stopped directly in front of her. Tig stretched out a hand, putting it on the doorjamb by her head. "How's the homecoming queen?" he asked his brothers.

"He's a little green," Juice answered on a chuckle.

He gave Angela a wink while she shook her head at him in response. "I'll be in the morgue looking for another gurney. Tell Gemma I hope she feels better," she said, excusing herself from the situation. If the MC guys gathered together, they'd be discussing stuff she wasn't a part of. It was better to leave before things got awkward. "Have fun boys."

"Bye Angie!" the boys all called after her in different cadences. She gave them a wave over her shoulder while she walked away.

Juice watched the swing of her hips as she sauntered down the hall, unconsciously licking his lips as he thought of the lingerie set she'd been wearing earlier that morning and what had become of it. She'd been a little pissed when he'd torn off her panties, but he'd promised to replace them. And he definitely would if it meant he got to rip them off her again. Chibs hit him in the arm, pulling him from his thoughts so he could focus on what Clay was saying about Gemma instead of fantasizing about the undertaker.

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Angela was sitting outside the morgue, finishing her coffee in peace when she saw Juice and Chibs come walking down the hall with the empty gurney. She stood from her seat on the floor and tossed the Styrofoam cup into the trash. "Where'd Bobby go?"

"Back in the van with Sack. Thought we'd return this," Chibs explained, pushing the gurney towards her.

"Thanks, Chibs," she said, wrapping her hands around the gurney as she glanced at Juice. "How the hell did you guys get it out of the van anyways?"

Juice grinned at her. "I keep tellin' ya to lock your doors, Angel," he teased, taking a step towards her. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but he stopped himself. She was working and Chibs was right there. Usually, he wasn't so bothered by the presence of his brothers when he was with other girls, but it felt different with Angela. Almost as if he wanted to keep his private stuff...private so as not to alert his brothers about what a catch Angela was or how much fun she was behind closed doors. He didn't need any extra competition.

Angela laughed, a little embarrassed at being stupid enough to leave her doors unlocked. When she got out of the van initially, she'd been so sleep deprived she hadn't even realized she'd walked in without the gurney until she had downed about half a cup of coffee. "Oops," she said on a shrug.

Chibs chuckled, looking between the two as they stood awkwardly in front of each other. Close to each other but not close enough to actually be touching. He rolled his eyes. "Ah, go on and do your thing," he said waving a hand their way before turning around. "I'll be out there. I'm sure it won't take too long," he commented looking pointedly at Juice.

She laughed as Juice scowled at his brother. "Shut up Chibs."

Once the Scot had rounded the corner, Juice grabbed Angela around the waist, pulling her in for a long kiss. She leaned into him, her hands grabbing onto the edges of his cut. He backed her up against the gurney, helping her hop up onto it and moving to stand between her legs. One of her hands smoothed over his mowhawk as one of his snaked up under her shirt.

A loud whistle interrupted them. Angela pulled away to find Chibs standing at the end of the hall, smirking at them. "C'mon Juicy-boy. We got shit to do."

Angela sighed, blowing her bangs out of her face in a frustrated manner. The childish move made Juice chuckle. "I'm sorry," he murmured, leaning in to kiss her again. "Duty calls."

She pushed him away, nodding. "I get it, I get it. I just wish it didn't always call in the middle of our fun."

"You and me both, baby. See you tonight?"

Another whistle from Chibs. "Yeah," she said, grinning when he kissed her once more. "Go, goofy! Before the Scot wakes the dead with that awful whistle!"

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Juice stopped his Dyna at the foot of the stairs to her apartment. He took the stairs two at a time, excited to tell Angela about the club's new porn gig. It was something he could finally let her in on. Something legitimate that couldn't get him in trouble later. He wasn't surprised the door was locked when he tried it. After what he'd said at the hospital that day, he was expecting it. He headed back down the stairs, fished the spare key out of the ceramic skull, and went back up to open the door. "Angel?" he called out, stepping into the dark house.

"Hey you!" she called back from her bedroom.

He locked the door behind him before heading her way. Once he rounded the corner, he found her lying on her stomach on the bed, wearing a pair of short running shorts and a tight tank top, her laptop open in front of her. "Whatcha doin'?" he asked going to lie down next to her.

"Shopping," she answered on a shrug. "Need a new pair of panties since you decided to destroy the last ones."

Juice sighed as he lay down next to her. "I said I was sorry," he muttered. She gave him a teasing smile to let him know she wasn't that mad about it and he grinned in response. "Since I'm buying, can I at least help pick?"

She laughed and slid the computer over to him. "What have you been up to?" she asked, fully expecting him to give her a one word answer like "work" or maybe even two words, "club stuff."

But he surprised her. "The Sons partnered up with this porn producer Old Lady," he said, his eyes fixated on the screen in front of him as he added different panties to her online cart. "Been helping set up the studio."

"Nice," she said, watching as he chose the most expensive lingerie to put in the cart. "Gettin' pricey there, Juice."

"Not a waste if I get to see 'em on you," he commented on a shrug.

Angela laughed, rolling her eyes at him. "Knock yourself out then."

After browsing the site for a few minutes, he paused and asked, "How good are you with make up?"

The question caught her off guard. After seeing multiple embalmings, she would've thought he'd known how good she was at what she did. On the spectrum of other undertakers, she was closer to the top than the bottom in her field. "Um...fairly good."

"Like you can cover up bruises real well and shit?"

"Well...yeah," she answered, hoping the question wasn't going to lead to anything illegal. "Why?"

He shrugged a shoulder. "One of the porn stars got her nose almost broken by this prick and I was wondering if you could help make it look better on camera. She's supposed to shoot tomorrow and it looks bad."

Angela looked at him uncomprehendingly. The suggestion that just came out of his mouth was ridiculous in every way. Not only was he asking her to help out the club, but he was asking her to help out at a porn studio. "Porn," she said flatly, trying to wrap her head around it. "You want me to help out with porn?"

"Yeah," he said on a quick nod. "I've seen the type of shit you can cover up. You're a freakin' artist, Angel. I bet you can make her look flawless."

"For her porn."

"Yeah," he nodded again. "It'd be easy cash."

"For porn," she said, still dumbfounded by the idea. When she was younger, she'd dreamt of being a makeup artist to the stars...but not these kinds of stars.

"I really wish you'd stop saying it like that," he said, shrugging uncomfortably. "You make it sound so dirty."

Her eyebrows lifted as if to say, point made. "It's porn, Juice!"

"C'mon! It'll be somethin' different at least!"

"Ya think?" she exclaimed on a laugh; porn was definitely on the complete opposite spectrum from morgue work. "Juice, are you being serious about this?"

He nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah. And maybe from there, you could help some of the other girls. I think it could really boost online sales if the girls on the vidcam don't look like..."

"Hookers?" she put in.

"Well...yeah," he agreed.

"It's porn," she repeated.

"You said that already," he pointed out.

"Did I?"

"Yeah," he said on a chuckle. "It'd be a big help to the club."

"It's porn."

Juice nodded once again. "You seem to be stuck on that..."

"I'm sorry, I think it's just a little weird you want me to do make up for a porn star," she explained on a laugh.

"Because doing make-up on dead people isn't weird?"

"Touché," she murmured, sending him a half-hearted glare. "But still...it's porn."

He shrugged a shoulder. "We'd be able hang out more."

"At a porn studio. Classy."

Juice rolled his eyes, taking his eyes off the screen to glance at her. He could see her going over it in her mind and knew she was close to caving. "It's some extra cash, and you'd be helping out the club."

Angela scowled at him at that suggestion. She didn't give a damn if it helped the club. "If I do it, it'd be for you not the club."

"Well then, do it for me," he said, turning to lay on his side. He trailed one finger up and down the soft, caramel skin of her arm. "C'mon, Angel. Please?"

How could she say no to him when he was looking at her with those big, brown puppy dog eyes? She was a sucker, and she knew it. "Fine," she said with a roll of her eyes. "I'll help with your porn."

That huge smile that made her heart do backflips spread across his face in triumph. "Yes!" he exclaimed, leaning over to kiss her lips. "Hey, maybe later, we can make our own porn."

Angela shook her head at him, smiling slightly as she let him pull her on top of him, the online lingerie shopping forgotten. "Don't push your luck."

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Looking around the brightly colored porn studio, Angela still couldn't believe she'd agreed to help out. She followed slowly after Juice and Chibs who were striding confidently towards a woman in a bright purple shirt. "Luann, we got ye some help," Chibs said, greeting the woman with a nod.

"This," Juice said gesturing to Angela. "Is Angela. She's a make-up artist. Angel, this is Luann, she's the producer and director."

"Hi," Angela said going to shake the woman's hand.

Luann's blue eyes regarded her skeptically. "You any good?"

"Hell yeah she is," Juice answered for her.

The older woman raised an eyebrow at him, her eyes going from him to Angela with a curious look in them. "All right. Let's see what you can do," Luann said, walking towards the dressing rooms. "You boys take a load off on the couch. Dressin' rooms are girls only."

Angela felt nervous as she followed Luann, wishing she could have Juice with her. He put her a little more at ease especially since she was doing this all for him.

"You and that mowhawk kid...somethin' goin' on there?" Luann asked.

"Sorta," Angela answered vaguely, scratching nervously at her elbow.

Luann gave her a knowing smile. "Well, good for you, sweetheart. Keep on it," she said, pushing open a door with a star on it. She stepped in, walking around to one of the director style chairs where a blonde girl was sitting, staring at herself in the mirror. She was dressed in 1960s style underwear, her hair piled high atop her head. "Angie, this is Lyla. Ly, this is Angela, a makeup artist. Givin' her a trial run. See how you like her," she explained before turning to leave.

The blonde turned to reveal a nasty purple bruise splattered across the bridge of her nose. "Hey," she greeted with a small smile. "Sorry you have this to work with."

Angela shrugged a shoulder, stepping a bit closer to get a better look. "No worries. I can fix that."

"Yeah?"

"Sure," she assured her, already digging through the makeup bag she brought to find the product she was looking for. She slowly got to work, surprised at how still Lyla sat in the chair.

"Have you been doing make-up long?" Lyla asked as Angela turned to blend two colors together to get the girl's skin tone right. "I mean besides the whole being a girl thing. Professionally."

She laughed briefly and shook her head. "I'm actually not a professional. I mean, I went to beauty school for a bit, but I dropped out to go to Mortuary school."

"No way. Like for dead people?"

"Yep," she replied, waiting for the girl to shriek or freak out.

Instead, Lyla laughed. "That's pretty cool."

"Glad you think so. Most people get grossed out by it."

"Angela, I'm a porn star. Most people get grossed out by me," she admitted with a roll of her pretty blue eyes.

Angela let out a laugh, shaking her head at the blonde. She had to admit Lyla wasn't the obnoxious airhead Angela had assumed she would be. Despite her line of work, she was sweet and kind of funny. "I'm not grossed out by you," she stated as she finished off the make-up. "Especially since I can't see that ugly bruise any more."

Lyla turned in the mirror, her eyes widened. "Great job, Ang," she complimented, turning her head from side to side. The ugly purple bruise was completely hidden without having her make-up look too cakey. She'd subtly brought out her eyes and painted her lips a deep red too. "I haven't had my make-up look this good in a long time. I've been getting lazy with it."

"I'm guessing your fans don't pay much attention to your face anyway," Angela teased, hoping she hadn't stepped over a boundary and offended the girl.

"That is true," Lyla said on a laugh. "Thanks."

Angela shrugged. "Anytime."

"Let's go show Luann!"

After winning Luann's seal of approval, Angela found herself standing at the woman's side, watching Lyla smack a man's ass with his shoe. Luann had wanted her to get an idea of how the shoots were lighted so she could change her makeup style accordingly. She glanced back at Juice who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying what he was seeing while Chibs looked very uncomfortable. Interesting, she mused to herself, turning back to watch, strangely fascinated and a little turned on.

"This is so weird," she mumbled to herself.

Luann patted her arm. "You get used to it," she assured her without taking her eyes off the action. "Big finish Lyla!"

Angela watched curiously as Lyla downed the remaining liquor in the bottle before pulling it back. Her eyes widened as Lyla shoved the neck of the bottle into the man's ass. "Holy shit!" she cursed, turning to look away as the man screamed. Juice and Chibs seemed to be just as surprised and a little grossed out by the whole scene.

"Cut!" Luann ordered. "Check it!"

Chibs and Juice jumped to their feet, applauding the porn stars, big smiles on both of their faces as they shouted for an encore. Angela and Luann exchanged glances, both of them shaking their heads at the boys' antics.

Luann elbowed Angela in the side, leaning towards her to whisper, "In the back of the studio is a prop closet. The door locks. No cameras."

A slow smile spread across Angela's face; it seemed Luann knew just how she was feeling. "Juice, I have to get something out of the prop closet," she said walking passed him, one hand trailing across his chest.

Juice frowned and nodded. Watching that scene had turned him on and he'd been hoping to go straight to her place to see if they could have some fun. He watched the swing of her hips as she walked down the hall, biting his lip as he felt his pants get just a little tighter.

"Why don't you go help her out, kid?" Luann suggested, patting his shoulder.

Chibs chuckled. "Aye, go on Juicy boy," he said pushing Juice further. "Think she might need ya."

Juice looked at them quizzically before starting to jog after her. Halfway down, he realized he didn't know where he was going. Out of nowhere, a pair of arms reached out, grabbing hold of the back of his cut and tugging him into a room.

He could smell Angela's perfume as the door closed leaving them in complete darkness. She pushed him up against a wall, her lips crashing down on his hungrily. He grabbed her hips in his hands pulling her closer against him, letting her feel how hard he was. "I knew this would turn out well for me," he murmured, trailing kisses down her throat.

"Got some good ideas from it," she said, gasping as he nipped the skin where her shoulder and neck met. "I think I have an empty bottle at home..."

Juice turned them around, lifting one of her legs up to hook around his waist as he pressed her into the wall. "That's not funny, Angel," he growled, biting at her skin harder this time as if to punish her for even thinking of doing that to him.

She moaned, her hands sliding between them to reach for his belt buckle when a loud commotion from outside made them both stop. "No, we're finishing this," Angela ordered, pulling at his belt buckle.

He grinned at her in the dark space. For the first time since they'd been together, he decided to ignore whatever was happening with the club. After all, Chibs was out there; he could handle it. And when would he ever get the chance to have a quickie with his girl in a porn studio again? "Whatever you say, baby."

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Tara raised an eyebrow when she saw the young undertaker standing at the hospital's front desk filling out some paperwork. She was wearing a pair of tight leather pants tucked into a pair of heeled boots and a tight black wife beater with a stylish leather jacket on over it. Her long dark hair hung down her back in stylish waves and her nails were glimmering silver in the fluorescent lights. As if sensing she was being watched, she looked up from the paperwork, her onyx eyes glancing briefly at Tara. If Tara didn't know her, Angela looked intimidating. Her face just had that natural tough look to it that made people stay away. Then she smiled, the action changing her whole face revealing the nice girl she really was.

Before she'd ever gotten involved with Juice, Angela and Tara had gotten to know each other over coffee at the cafeteria since they always seemed to be in there at the same time. They weren't best friends, of course, but they were more than just acquaintances. "Hey T," Angela greeted, signing off the paperwork with a flourish. "Done for the day?"

"Yeah, actually," she answered with a small smile. "Where are you headed dressed like that?"

"Porn wrap party," Angela said, laughing as Tara pulled a face. "I know, but I was invited so I figure...why not?"

"This thing with Juice is getting serious then?"

She laughed again. "Nah," she said with a shake of her head. "I helped do the make-up so Luann invited me. Juice told me I should go, of course, but...it wasn't him inviting."

"Jax brought it up to me too," Tara said on a frown. "Those girls love him."

Angela raised an eyebrow. "So why are you here?"

She shrugged a shoulder. "I don't belong there."

"Because I do?" she shot back with a roll of her eyes. "C'mon, T. Don't be like that. If Jax brought it up, its because he wants you there, right?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Well then, let's go!" Angela exclaimed, handing off the form to the woman behind the counter before striding past Tara. Tara hesitated. "Oh, come on. What do you have to lose?"

Tara breathed in a deep breath and asked herself that question. She stood to lose a lot by going. She might see Jax with that porn bitch or she might lose her dignity by kicking said porn bitch's ass. But she stood to lose more by not going. Not knowing what Jax was doing surrounded by all those girls who were willing to give him just about anything would drive her crazy. "All right, let's go."

Angela parked her Mazda next to Tara's car and waited for the doctor to get out. She glanced hesitantly at the party and then back at Angela. "C'mon, doc," Angela said, heading towards the party. "It'll be fun!"

Tara breathed in deeply, mentally preparing herself for what was sure to happen once she stepped inside of that porn studio. She walked a little quicker to keep up with Angela's long stride. As soon as they stepped into the place, a voice stopped them. "This is a closed party."

Angela turned to find one of the porn stars sitting in a chair looking like she owned the place. Tara glared at her. "I'm looking for Jax," she explained simply.

Angela watched in awe as Tara stood her ground while three of the porn stars tried to push her out of there. It was intimidating to be sure, but Tara just moved around them, heading straight for the bathroom leaving her alone with them.

"Well?" the one in the center asked, one eyebrow raised.

"Well what?" she asked, ignoring the girls aggressive tone. Luann waved at her from where she was talking to Lyla. Angela gave the porn star a smug smirk and stepped around her without another word. She wasn't the type to fight fire with fire; she preferred a more tactful fighting style.

Luann nodded towards the three porn stars. "Ima giving you trouble?"

"Nope," Angela said on a shrug. "How's the final cut of your movie?"

"I think it'll be a hot seller. Go see for yourself if you want," she replied, gesturing to one of the many television sets. She watched the younger woman's eyes glance around the room and smiled. "He's at the bar, sweetheart. Hasn't touched another girl all night."

"Am I that obvious?"

"Sorta. Nothin' wrong with that though," Luann assured her on a shrug. "Go ahead. He's a looker and I doubt he could fight off those girls much longer."

Angela nodded, giving Luann a small smile. "Guess not. See you around, Luann."

She headed towards the bar, spotting Juice easily. He was staring straight ahead, ignoring the blonde that was at his side. She nodded a quick hello at Opie as she approached Juice's back. She draped her arms over his shoulders from behind, wondering what he would do. To her surprise, he grabbed a hold of one of her hands and kissed it before turning around on his barstool. "Was wonderin' when you were going to stop by," he said using the hand he was holding to pull her in closer. "Been waiting for ya."

"Is that so?" she asked cocking her head to the side. "Now why would you wait for little ole me when you could have any of these nice ladies?"

"Because these nice ladies don't have those nice ladies," he said, looking pointedly at her chest. "At least, not real ones, and they don't wear lingerie that I personally picked out either."

Angela laughed, leaning forward to catch his lips in a hot kiss. "Well, I hope I make it worth the wait."

Juice tangled a hand in the back of her hair, his mind running through the many times they were interrupted and the many times they hadn't been. With every interruption, he'd had to wait for another opportunity...but it was always worth it. "You always do, baby."