Juice stared at the reflection in the mirror. His whole head hurt like hell and there were some tears in his eyes, although he had managed to keep them there instead of crying while that creepy guy had been tattooing his scalp.

"And? You like it?" Abigail swung an arm around his shoulders and looked into the mirror too. A wide grin told him that she definitely did.

Juice shrugged, not really knowing if it looked cool or dumb. "It will take some time to get used to it, I guess."

He felt like an idiot for letting that girl talk him into this. What would the others think? They would make fun of him, there was no doubt about that. Had she even wanted to help him? Now he looked at his irritated and inked skin, he had the feeling that she had just been joking around.

He glanced at the Son that was standing next to him, the tattoo pistol still in his hands. Juice had the feeling that he would put another type of gun against his head if he didn't look grateful, so he nodded to the man. "Uh, looks good. Thanks."

All he got in return, was a grunt before the man left the room, leaving him alone with Abigail who covered the tattoos with a bandage.

"You don't like it, hmm?" she asked softly when the ink was covered.

He turned towards her, surprised to see a hint of regret in her eyes. "I never considered to tattoo my head," he muttered. "Actually I don't know if you really wanted to help me or that you're just fooling around."

"Bit of both," she admitted with a mischievous grin. "But trust me on this; you already looked cute, but now you look hot too. You'll have the girls lining up." She winked. Just like before, the wink called up an intense heat inside him. "Shall I introduce you to some of the girls? Your brothers always consider me as one of the guys when they are discussing the girls. What type do you like?"

Juice's mouth was getting dry. "Someone like you," he said before he realized it.

He cringed as he heard his own words, hating the fact that he had drank too much.

She chuckled. "So that means? Black hair? Someone crazy enough to shave off your hair?"

He shrugged. "I uh, I don't need a girl right now." He thought back to the tension he had felt when his lips had touch hers. It had been so quickly, but it was all he could think of and he wanted to do it again. "I like spending time with you." He touched the bandages on his head. "At least it leads to things I never thought I would do."

She laughed, squeezing her eyes a little. She was so beautiful; his fingers were itching to caress her face.

"So, you got more body parts you want me to shave?"

Juice felt the heat spread to his face again, not knowing if he should answer that question truthfully.

"I'm joking," she said, slapping his shoulder. "Hey how about showing you around with your new haircut and then I'll take you to the roof where we can talk a bit? That would actually be nice for a change; one of the guys who want to spend the night talking with me instead of banging a croweater."

"Yeah sure," Juice answered, trying to hide the excitement he felt because she wanted to spend more time with him.

Ten minutes later they ascended a fire stairs leading to the roof. Some of the guys had whistled as he had left the office, but most had just smirked and complimented Abigail, so he started to believe that it wasn't that bad.

They sat down on the edge, close to each other; her leg touching his. Now they were sitting here under the starry sky he felt the urge to drape an arm around her, but he didn't think it was a smart move and apart from that he would be too chicken to do it anyway.

"You can always go here if you need the quiet," she said. "Not many people come here. Ope, Jax and I used to smoke here when we were younger and tried to hide it from our parents, but apart from those two nobody ever comes here."

Juice smiled gratefully, even though she was looking in the distance. In silence they listened to the distant voices, to the pounding bass.

"Won't your father mind that we're sitting here?" he asked after a while – he hadn't forgotten about his sponsor's threats. "I mean, I've already lost half of my hair, I'd like to keep my eyes."

She chuckled, laying her head against his shoulder. "You're a funny guy, Juice."

He held his breath now she was leaning against him. His heart was pounding in his chest and he had the feeling that she could hear it. Trying to look less shy, he casually laid an arm around her.

"Don't worry about my dad. He knows I'll never sleep with a Son, so he stopped caring a long time ago."

"Not even if you'd fall in love?" he asked quietly.

Again there was this soft, light laugh that chased goose bumps across his arms.

"Why? You're falling in love with me?"

She looked up to him, but he didn't dare to look her in the eye. "I think I could," he muttered. "You're actually the first one who's nice around here. And you're beautiful. And smart. And funny."

She laughed again. "And you weren't successful with the ladies yet? Damn. Unbelievable." She shook her head. "I almost never fall in love," she told him, in a more serious voice. "I'm very picky, I guess," she smirked. "But I could never be together with a Son." She was silent for a while, contemplating her words and Juice decided to give her room to elaborate on the topic – if she wanted that, at least. "All the men I care about, are part of an MC. My father was often from home, and I've seen him with stab wounds and gunshots... and my best friend is in jail right now and his wife doesn't know how to handle all that... I don't want that shit with my boyfriend. I need a stable guy, who lives his live far away from shit like that. And I'm serious about relationships. It's not that I want kids immediately, but if I know someone isn't going to there for future children, there's no point in staying with him. I just... need someone who's there for me, someone on who I can always count. Someone who puts me first, instead of the club," she said on a whisper.

Juice heard the hurt in her voice, sensed the loneliness she was feeling and he tightened his grasp around her, looking for words. What should he say? "I'm sure you'll find such a guy," he said eventually. Part of him wished that he could be that guy, but he pushed the feeling away. She didn't want anyone affiliated with the club and he understood her, so he should ignore those warm feelings she called up inside him and be the friend who she also seemed to need. "I just told you all the things I like about you, only after a few hours, and I'm sure there are lots of men who see that too."

She looked up to him again, showing him a grateful smile. "I meant what I said. If they kick you out, you should give me a call."

Her hair tickled his cheek as she leaned with her head against his shoulder again and he breathed in her scent. "It's tempting to stop now," he said on a smirk, then he sighed, feeling a bit sad. "They treat me like shit anyway, I don't think they like me. Maybe they will kick me out."

"You have to work yourself up. They let you prospect for a reason, they wouldn't have done that if they didn't believe in you. It's just... some sense of power they feel over prospects. It's just one long initiation," she said. "With the next prospect, you'll have your fun too."

Juice looked at her from the corner of his eyes and smiled a bit, wondering if he ever made it that far. He had to, he knew. If not, he was as good as dead.