He didn't stand a chance. There was no one in Charming who could beat her with this game. Abigail had been playing it since she was a little kid and she couldn't even remember the last time she had lost.

"You're gonna break another heart?" Jax grinned as he came to stand next to her. "You're a real predator, huh?"

"Just let me have my fun," she answered on a chuckle. "I spend so little time here, I gotta create some good memories before I go back after the weekend."

"Poor guy," Jax said, shaking his head. "He'll never dare to talk to another girl again."

"Nah, he'll like it when I'm done with him. Just make sure Hap's ready, I'm not gonna pull him off a croweater."

"What ever you wish, Majesty." Jax took a bow. "Need anything else?"

"A clippers."

Laughing, Jax shook his head. "You're the worst."

"I'm not. Trust me," she winked, before she paid her attention to Juice again. He was cute. Like – really cute, making her wonder what the hell he was doing here with his innocent smile and those warm brown eyes. For the first time in her life she was wishing that she would lose. She respected herself too much to sleep around, but she couldn't deny that she felt attracted to SAMCRO's newest addition.

Juice was the first one hitting the hole. A childlike enthusiasm lit up his face, his wide smile making her heart swell. She started to feel regret because she was playing with him, but everyone was joking around here. If she didn't do it, someone else would, sooner or later.

As their game continued, an audience was gathering around them. Since she was pulling this stunt with every newbie, they all knew what was about to come. Her eyes shot to her father, who was watching with a wide grin, as always proud of his little girl.

"So, what's the inlay this time?" he said, swinging an arm around her shoulder.

"Secrecy is part of the game dad," she answered, lining up a ball and bunting it in the hole.

She had wanted to wait until Juice had only two balls left, but the crowd started to make him nervous and she felt a bit sorry for him.

A bit.

To put an end to his misery, she took the last shots until all her balls were gone.

"Holy shit," Juice stammered, blinking his eyes as if he couldn't believe them. "How did you do that?"

"It's magic, kid." Bobby slapped his shoulder. "Don't feel too bad about it. We've all been there."

Awkwardly, the prospect rubbed his head. "Well, congrats, I guess. I never stood a chance, did I?"

"Nope," she admitted on a chuckle.

"And now?"

"Now you have to promise not to cry."

. . .

A little later he was sitting on a chair in the office, the door closed so that they were alone.

"So what was that? Some kind of revenge for trying to get you in bed?"

"You call that clumsy, half-finished sentence of yours a real attempt to get me into bed?" she grinned. "Nah this is just my weird humor." She sat down on his lap, her face towards him.

His eyes grew wide and she chuckled.

"Damn you're cute. I would have dated you if you weren't supposed to become my brother."

"You – you would?"

"Definitely. If they kick you out, you should give me a call," she winked.

The blush appearing on his cheeks, made him look even more adorable. Suddenly there was a tingling feeling, making her want to caress his face and taste his lips. To distract herself, she took the clippers from her bag.

His eyes went even wider as he stared at her. "What the hell are you goin' to do?" he asked – panic seeping into his voice.

"Make you look hot. And bad ass. Come on, you need to look tougher, older, or those guys will never take you seriously. Trust me – I've grown up among them and I've seen my share of prospects." She read the doubt in his eyes – he obviously wasn't sure if she was joking or not. "Do you trust me?"

"No," he blurted out.

It sounded so bluntly that she started to laugh. "Come on, don't be such a chicken. It's just hair – if you don't like the new cut you just let it grow back."

"Fine," he growled.

She laid a hand against the side of his head and forced him to look down. "Guess my breasts aren't the worst way to distract you."

"Shirtless would have been better," he muttered.

She shook her head. "Now let's not get picky. I'm already allowing you more than the other guys."

"So this is just some initiation prank?"

"Kinda." Her fingers stroked his hair. "I never shaved someone while sitting on his lap tho. It's pretty intimate."

Somehow these words encouraged him to lay his hands on her hips. She held her breath for a moment, feeling something warm bubble up inside. He looked up, his eyes lingering on her lips. She could feel how his lips were drawn to hers, and the sped of her breathing increased.

Stop it. You can't do this.

Their lips brushed, briefly, just enough to taste each other. Her hand went to his cheek, and with pain in her heart she increased the distance between them. "We shouldn't do this. You can't mess with the family of your future brothers; it will ruin your chances and this ain't worth it."

"You probably know best," he muttered.

"I do," she winked. She raised the clippers. "You already trust on my insight with these?"

He showed her a cocky grin. "Make me hot."

"Yeah maybe not too hot," she laughed, turning on the device. She bent his head again, laid a hand against his cheek and began to shave the sides of his head. Halfway she stood up to take care of the back of his head, and after ten minutes she looked satisfied at the short mohawk.

His hand ran across the little bit of hair that was left, his eyes wide. "Doesn't this look stupid?" he muttered.

"You look hot, like I told you. Now, time for phase two."

"Phase two??"

A few minutes later Juice's shocked eyes were aimed at the tattoo gun in Happy's hand.

"You wanna tattoo my head?" he cried out.

"It's almost a tradition. Look, he got one too." She pointed at the snake at Happy's head, which he had obtained in the same way. "And he's a tattoo master." She pulled down the neck of her shirt, exposing her shoulder that was completely covered with two large dark blue roses.

"Wow..." There was a surprised and impressed expression on his face. "It's beautiful." His fingers traced the lines, his touches leaving heated stripes across her skin. "So eh, what do you want to tattoo on my head? No flowers, I hope."

"Two Christmas trees," she joked. "Although I do like something symmetrical. Like... two of these tribal things, a little thunderbolt-like." With her finger she drew figures on his scalp.

Happy nodded. "Can do that."

She moved her glance to Juice, whose face had turned a bit pale. "You okay with this?"

His eyes shot from Happy to her, then he shrugged. "Yeah, let's do it."

Abigail knew that he felt nervous as hell, but she still smiled. It was a good thing that he was practicing this careless attitude – they would like that. Behind Happy's back, she gave him a thumb's up. The smile that he showed her in return, made him look hotter than any tattoo or haircut could have done and the impact it had on her, was starting to worry her.