Description: Tig's oldest daughter shows up and hits it off with Juice.

"Daddy," I said, hugging my father. The SAMCRO party was about to get underway but I'd just gotten into town so I needed to see him before that happened.

"Hey baby," he said. "Glad you made it in okay."

I nodded and smiled softly. "I need to change into some party clothes."

"What you got on is fine," he said. I knew he was just trying to keep me from dressing too sexy around his brothers.

"Daddy," I said, giving him a look. He nodded and handed me his dorm key. I thanked him before running off to trade my leggings and tee for a crop top and mini skirt.

The party was well under way when I returned. I could barely tell where my father was since he'd already started in with a croweater.

"Here's your keys. I'm gonna drink and dance," I said. He nodded without really breaking the kiss with the blonde in his lap. I rolled my eyes at him but walked away to get a drink.

"Hey baby," one of the guys said as I reached the bar.

"Not a Croweater," I said. I grabbed the tequila shot I'd ordered and slammed it down before asking for a second.

I looked at the guy who I'd just told off. He was tall and cute with his Mohawk and tribal tattoos.

"(Y/N) Trager," I said, holding my hand out to him.

"Juice Ortiz," he said. He kissed my knuckles as I giggled at him.

"How about a dance?" I asked. He nodded and we headed out to the dance floor. He had some moves but he was definitely struggling to keep up with me.

"You like a pro or something?" He asked as we took a break on the sofa. I was now guzzling a water bottle as Juice nursed the same beer.

"Not really," I said. "Let me get you a cold beer."

"Thought you weren't a Croweater," he said.

"I'm not, but I know my place," I said. I walked away and could feel his eyes on my back. When I returned with the beer my dad was threatening Juice's life.

"Relax Daddy," I said as I handed Juice his beer. I'd grabbed an extra for my dad and handed his to him as well.

"He's not to lay a finger on you," Dad said.

"I need a dance partner," I said.

"Thought you were here to work through a breakup," Dad said.

"And that's what I'm doing. One dance at a time," I said. My dad nodded and walked away. Juice pulled me into his lap as he drank his beer and we talked.

We must have fallen asleep right there on the couch because we woke up there with our limbs intertwined the next morning.

"Morning Juice," I said softly as his handed moved up and down my back.

"Morning baby," he said. I went to stand up and he pulled me closer.

"Just a few more minutes here," he said without opening his eyes. I cuddled closer to his chest and he sighed in content.

A couple hours later Jax was waking Juice up for church in an hour.

"Morning," he said with a goofy grin.

"Morning Juicey," I said softly.

"Here's my keys kid," my dad said as the keys landed on my back. "Use the shower there and whatever. Gemma's in the office today."

"I'll shower and go see her," I said. I stood up and headed to the dorms. Juice followed me, headed to his to change.

"Hey, can I maybe take you out sometime?"

"Like on a date or kill me?" I asked with a smirk.

"You're too pretty to," he paused slightly. "Date."

"Oh so you're gonna kill me," I said. "Then no."

"So how about a date?"

"As long as there's no murder," I said before heading into the dorm. Juice was still standing there with a goofy grin when I walked out thirty minutes later. I had to send Jax after him to get him to church.