Description: Bobby's new old lady is sick of people not knowing they're together. After several flirtatious people try to get between them at a party, the two sneak off together to show everyone they're spoken for.

I walked into the party and instantly regretted that I agreed to come. I was really just hoping to make an appearance and leave with my old man.

I was walking over towards Chibs when a blonde guy with Tacoma patches approached me. He instantly started hitting on me.

"Haven't you heard of me? Best lay around baby," The blonde said.

"No I tend to surround myself with people who aren't so arrogant," I said as I continued glancing around for Bobby.

"Babe," he said and grabbed my arm.

"Get your fucking hands off me," I said as I grabbed his wrist and twisted it hard behind him. Thank god for all those years of fighting for cash.

"Darling," Bobby said walking over. "Don't break his arm."

"Tell him to keep his hands off your old lady then," I said with a soft smile as I dropped the blondes arm.

"Kozik," he said. "I know you ain't been around much recently but this one is spoken for."

"I'm sorry ma'am. I didn't know. Won't happen again."

"No it won't," I said. "But I figured you just didn't know. Sorry if I hurt ya."

"No you didn't," the blonde said as Bobby pulled me into his side.

"You look good baby," he said, pulling me in for a kiss.

"I feel better now that you're here," I said softly. He nodded as he chuckled.

"Drink?"

I nodded and he handed me the beer from his hand.

"Wanna get stoned," I said after a drank like half the beer.

"I don't have any," Bobby said. I pouted a little and he kissed my lips slightly. "Next week baby."

I nodded a little and went to grab some more drinks.

As I returned to my old man he was trying to push a Croweater off of him. I grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her off his lap. I handed him the beers that I had in one hand by the neck of the bottles.

"Whatcha doin sweetheart?" I asked as I released her.

"Just trying to help a brother get off baby. You should know about that," she said.

"I know plenty of that, especially with that specific brother," I said. "I'm only going to tell you this once: don't lay a hand on my old man again. Got it?"

"He'd much rather-." I tried to cut her off with a swing but Bobby intercepted me before I could land it.

"No ya don't," he said. "You get into another fight and you're going to county. You know that."

I sighed as he dragged me out of the clubhouse.

"Darling, you know I love watching you fight but assault will get you locked up," Bobby said as he handed me a beer.

"I know," I said. "Thanks for saving my ass."

"Of course doll. I find you far too good in bed to share you with some prison lesbian," he said.

"Scared she'll turn me?" I asked with a smirk.

He chuckled a little. "Yeah, scared I'll lose ya."

"I'm not going anywhere Bobby," I said. "Except maybe to the dorms to get my old man in bed. Prove to that blonde and the croweater that we're both spoken for."

"That's an idea I can get behind," he said, taking my hand and leading me back through the clubhouse. We dumped the beer bottles on the bar and hurried to the dorms, locking the door behind us.