Ain't No Easy Way

Eleanor woke up early the next morning and didn’t bother taking a shower as she threw on some comfy clothes for the day of cleaning up the clubhouse. She made her way to the kitchen and quickly made herself some oatmeal and got a text from Gemma. Eleanor opened the text and saw it was the pictures she had taken the previous day and laughed out loud at how ridiculous she looked, “Jesus what a mess.” Eleanor shook her head and opened Beau’s number quickly typing a message:

They have porn friends here, maybe I should make a film? ;)

Eleanor threw the phone into her bag and walked back into her bedroom staring at the end table.

What harm could it do, I did it all the time. Eleanor thought to herself as she opened the drawer and pulled out the bag once more. Nodding her head having made up her mind, Eleanor walked to the bathroom and dumped a small pile on the counter; she opened her medicine cabinet and pulled out a small razor dividing the white powder into four lines. Zipping up the bag she went and put it back in the secret compartment and pulled out a little straw and walked back to the bathroom. Eleanor bent down low to the counter putting the straw in her right nostril and inhaling the line in one go. She repeated the action three more times sniffing after she was done feeling the drips in the back of her throat and excited for the effects and giddiness to take effect. Eleanor gazed at herself in the mirror one last time before grabbing her purse and helmet and getting on her bike to head towards Teller-Morrow.

TIG’S POV

SAMCRO just rolled into Charming about mid-morning and Tig didn’t want to head straight to the clubhouse smelling like a cow knowing Eleanor was going to be there. He stopped by his apartment and threw his helmet and sunglasses on the small table and draped his kutte over the chair, unbuttoning his long-sleeve black button up and replaced it with a long sleeve black shirt. He stopped in front of his bed side table and saw a small bottle of cologne and made a reach for it before he realized what he was doing.

The fuck’s wrong with me? I don’t wear cologne.

“Seriously.” Tig mumbled under his breath. Tig flipped open his cell phone and saw a message from Gemma

You missed a good old time yesterday Tiggy. Enjoy.

Tig opened the next message and when he saw the picture his dick instantly got rock solid. “Sweet merciful baby jesus, there is a god.” Tig said under his breath as he took in the picture he was staring at. It was a half-naked Eleanor facing away from the camera, her perfect shapely ass barley hidden under a black lace skirt and a whip in hand.

“I knew you were a naughty girl.” Tig said smirking.

NORMAL POV

When Eleanor arrived at Teller-Morrow it was like a ghost town. Eleanor found it strange seeing the garage not buzzing with crow eaters and hang-arounds. She parked her bike and walked to the clubhouse and opened the door. Jax said that he would leave the door unlocked and a list of crow-eaters that would be more than willing to help her clean. She walked over to the bar and saw the sheet with about 5 women’s names and numbers and decided to give them all a call.

“Emily, can you get your ass in gear please. I asked you to divide the guys belongings up not contemplate the meaning of life.” Eleanor snapped as she walked back to the locker rooms to check on the cleanup.

“Sorry Ellie. I just got a little distracted.” Emily said in a small voice.

“Distracted by what, something shiny? Go wipe down the bar or something.” Eleanor said pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration.

These crow-eaters were wearing on her last nerve and she was about to lose it. Eleanor knew the reason the guys kept these sluts around was for play things but was decent pussy really that hard to come by in charming. At least in Austin, the pussy cats that hung around the club had to first make it past the old ladies –and they didn’t want dumb junkie blondes to think they can run their club. Eleanor always thought the woman’s place in the MC world was one of constant power plays and whose tits were the biggest. The manipulative nature of the more mature old ladies against the younger old ladies and knowing your place depending whose old lady you were is all very tedious. Personally Eleanor didn’t pay attention, then again being Bones daughter she didn’t have to worry about the power plays since the only woman who held rank above her was Bones’ old lady, her mom. Pulling herself out of her thoughts Eleanor walked out of the back still feeling the buzz in her head from the coke as she inspected the cleaning of the clubhouse. She had instructed the girls to stay out of the chapel even if it was still a hot mess knowing the rules of the club –no women or unpatched members allowed.

“You need anything else Eleanor?” a redheaded crow-eater named Jean asked coming next to her.

Eleanor heard the roaring of bikes approaching and turned to her, “Yeah, help me take some beers to the guys, will ya?”

She put her sunglasses over her eyes and accepted two beers from the woman and walked outside to stand near the picnic table.

“Welcome back boys! Everything work out okay?” Eleanor said handing Bobby and Chibs a beer.
“Aye, according to plan lass.” Chibs said taking a swig of the beer.

“How’d clean up go, looks like you put the crow-eaters to good use.” Bobby nodded towards Jean who was leaving them alone to talk.

“Yeah, they’re dumb as bass seeing something shiny but they work like dogs. Guess that’s why you keep them around.” Eleanor joked as she sat down at the table.

“Thanks Ellie we really appreciate it.” Bobby said to the girl putting a hand on her shoulder.

“I’m gonna go ge’ tha ring. Half-sack’s got some training to do for tha fight tonight.” Chibs said as he walked around to the back to start setting it up.

“I told the sea bass to stay out of chapel so that and the locker room are the only places that aren’t up to shape. The dorm rooms all have new sheets, the kitchen’s back in tack, and the bottles that the feds broke have been replaced behind the bar.”

Bobby couldn’t help but chuckle at the girl who so easily fell into the swing of the Redwood MC life, “You are a goddess sent to us from the South my dear.”

Eleanor was talking to Bobby when she heard the roar of another bike and after seeing Tig’s Dyna rolled her eyes. The guys were currently trying to find someone else to spar with Kip since Chibs just wanted to sit back and criticize him. Deciding she didn’t want to be there when Tig reached the table Eleanor made her way to the clubhouse to go get him and the guys another round of beer.

“Hey there Tiggy, what took you so long?” Bobby said looking at the man as he approached.

“Went home.” Tig simply said and sat down on top of the picnic table looking at Half-sack in the ring.

Eleanor walked back to the guys shoving a beer in front of Tigs nose only to have him stare at her. Tig noticed as she walked back to them that she was wearing shorts that left nothing to the imagination and decided that this was a sign from the gods saying he needed to tap that fast. Tig’s gaze didn’t waver from the outline of Eleanor’s crotch that was clearly viable in her skin tight shorts, he felt his jeans grow tighter.

“Are you going to keep staring at my vag or take the beer.” Eleanor snapped as her and Bobby stared at Tig who seemed to be lost in Eleanor’s crotch.

“I’d rather have some of that sweet pussy… ring leader.” Tig said as he looked at her in the face while smirking. Tig watched the muscles in Eleanor’s face jump as she clenched her jaw together.

“What did you just say to me?” Eleanor asked in a dark voice.

“I knew you probably whipped the guys back home into shape and I’m wondering when I get a go. I’ll even dress up like a lion.” Tig purred.

Eleanor smashed the beer bottle hard on the top of the table breaking it under her hands and stalked away to the clubhouse.

“Damn I love when she’s angry, look at how that ass trembles with every sweet, hard step.” Tig said to Bobby who just laughed at him.

“You really like to push her buttons, brother. Judging by her oh so delicate placement of that beer bottle I’d say tread carefully.”

Tig stood with Bobby as they both made their way towards Chibs, “You should have Lowell in the ring to help Half-sack train, give him a body.” Tig suggested.

“Thas’ jus’ cruel bu’ better than me jus’ standin’ here. Lowell!” Chibs gave a whistle calling the young mechanic over.

“Your turn in the ring my friend.” Tig said handing him a head guard and gloves.

“Chibs can you go and check on Eleanor’s hand she broke a beer bottle in a rage against the pervert here.” Bobby said nodding towards Tig.

“What can I say, the ladies love my charm.” Tig said in a joking manner as he sat down at the other picnic bench by the ring.

Chibs looked at Tig through shaded glasses and made his way towards the clubhouse, “Don’ start ‘til I ge’ back.”

Eleanor sat at the bar cradling a glass of whisky and regretted the fact she didn’t bring anymore coke with her. She shouldn’t have been surprised that Tig would ruin her high and she shouldn’t be even more surprised that Gemma may have mentioned her dress up time to the man. Eleanor threw the rest of the contents back and hissed as it burned her throat going down.

“Whoa where’s tha fire lass?” Chibs joked as he walked up to the girl who leaned over the bar to get a glass for Chibs. As she leaned over he allowed himself to look at her shapely ass in little workout shorts and cleared his throat when she poured him a glass.

“I assume they sent you too look at my hand?” Eleanor chuckled swirling the liquid in her glass and pushed Chibs in his direction.

“Aye, ya smashed a bottle?” He laughed taking her hand and looking at the deep cuts.

“Tig just says things to me that piss me off. I thought about smashing it in his face but I thought that would be a bad idea, we’ve heard about him in our club he has a notorious reputation.” Eleanor hissed when Chibs spread her hand wide.

“Looks like you’re gonna need a couple o’ stiches here lass.” Chibs said pulling out a needle and surgical threat.

“Well isn’t that just peachy. Luckily I started drinking.” Eleanor said with fake enthusiasm.

Chibs chuckled, “When it comes ta Tig I would suggest ya play carefully. He’s a loose cannon.”

Eleanor hissed as the needle entered her skin, “I’m not trying to play with him, he keeps coming up to me!”

“All done lass, no more smashin’ bottle wishin’ it was Tig’s face.” Chibs pulled her up with him and put an arm around her shoulder leading her to the ring.

“Let’s go watch half-sack and if you’re still fired up we’ll put you in there wit’ ‘em.”

Eleanor laughed, “I do know how to fight you know.”

“I would never doubt it lass.” Chibs responded.

When they both stepped out they pulled down their sunglasses and walked over to the picnic table with the rest of the guys. Tig watched Eleanor laugh with Chibs as they approach noticing in her bandaged hand a bottle of whisky. He didn’t really know why but the thought of her drinking and laughing with Chibs privately in the clubhouse made him feel a spark of anger low in his stomach. He knew soon he would have to make it clear to the club that no one could tap that before he did.
Cherry walked up to the group and noticed the girl who was with Gemma yesterday and decided that she needed to make nice and get this girl in the corner since she must be important to the club.

“Hey, you were with Gemma yesterday, right?” She said as she walked next to the girl. She had long dyed blonde hair with tattoos on her thighs that showed in her workout shorts.

Eleanor looked at the redhead unimpressed and took a small swig of whisky. “You mean when she nailed you in the face I was there.” Eleanor pulled out her phone from her bra and pulled up the picture of the girl bleeding on the sidewalk.

“Oh. Well, I made my peace with Gemma so I just wanted to be nice and talk to you too.” Eleanor still stared at the girl unimpressed and turned her attention back to the ring.

“I’m Cherry. Thanks for asking.” Cherry said trying to fill the awkward silence between the two of them.

“I didn’t ask.” Eleanor simply responded.

Cherry nodded and looked around noticing one of the club members staring at Eleanor, “So are you that creepy guy’s old lady, he keeps looking over at you.”

Eleanor whirled her head around so fast that if she was standing she surely would have fallen over. She saw Tig staring intently at her and gave him the finger, “In his dreams I’d be his old lady.”

Eleanor sighed because she obviously wasn’t going to shake Cherry and stuck out her hand, “I’m Eleanor. I’m no one’s old lady, just a friend from another club.”

“Oh I get it, looking for an old man at redwood original.” Cherry said nodding her head and sitting down next to her.

How dumb is this gash? Eleanor thought to herself. “No.” she replied in a hard tone pulling out her pack of Reds, “Not everything is about getting an old man, and I suggest you get that straight right now. You won’t survive in this life if you think with your pussy.”

Cherry simply nodded her head and stared at the girl not having anything to say. Deciding to bite the bullet and she felt she had enough alcohol to stand him Eleanor walked over to Bobby and Tig.

“How’s the hand, Ellie?” Bobby asked as Eleanor plopped down next to him.

“Nothing my friend Jack can’t fix” She said waving the bottle in the air and taking a drag of her cigarette.

“My love hurts, baby, I know.” Tig said taking a swig of his beer watching her carefully.

“Whatever Trager” Eleanor simply said ignoring him
Everyone looked over as Clay parked his bike in the lot and Chibs made his way over to Bobby, Tigs and Eleanor.

“Everything alright with the little misses?” Tig called as Clay put his helmet on his bike.

“My balls are still attached.” He walked over to the group and gave Eleanor a kiss on the side of the head, “Thanks for stayin’ with her to make sure there were no more casualties, El. I appreciate it.”
Eleanor nodded and laughed as she watched Clay’s face drop when he saw Lowell in the ring.

“Shit, Lowell, get out of there. Whose idea was this?” Clay said in a raised tone.

“Tig” Bobby quickly shot.

“Bobby” Tig said after Bobby said his name looking at the man.

“Well, you killed enough brain cells. Come on, come on. Back to work.” Clay hurried the mechanic out of the ring to get back to the shop.

“Thanks.” Lowell said sending a wave and shy smile Eleanor’s way, which she returned with a sweet smile.

“How's he doing?” Clay asked no one in particular. It was clear to Eleanor that Clay felt something deep for him, maybe it was fact he had a kid and couldn’t stay clean or maybe their ties ran deeper than that.

“The latest round of rehab seems to be sticking.” Tig said watching Lowell walk away and stealing a glance at Eleanor.

“He hasn't missed any work.” Bobby added positively.

“If I could get AA to kick up a vig, Lowell could make us all rich.” Clay joked.

“He's always been a freak. He's a damn good mechanic. I guess you taught him that.” Bobby said in a light voice.

Eleanor stood up, “Okay, well I’m going to get the sea bass to help me tidy up the locker room. I’ll hit y’all up when I leave.”

“El, we’re putting half-sack in a fight tonight, you should come.” Clay said to the girl. Jax and the guys mentioned the intel she gave them about Stahl and he liked a useful gash for once, and she’s more than proven that she knows her way around the club and the workings.

“If there’s half naked men and booze you know I’ll trudge my happy ass to where that action is.” Eleanor said as she walked away.

Tig couldn’t help but stare at the girl again as she walked away.

“Jesus Tig stop watching her like a predator. Bones would have your balls for earrings if you even think about that. And that’s one relationship I’m not willing to play with.” Clay said to Tig with a knowing look on his face.

Tig put his hands up in defense, “I’m only looking for now, brother.”

“What’s a sea bass?” Clay asked as the others laughed.

“It’s what Eleanor calls the crow-eaters she said that they’re like bass, dumb as shit and distracted by anything shiny.” Bobby replied.

Eleanor recruited the help of a busty blonde crow eater named Diamond to help her finish cleaning the locker room. Out of all the crow-eaters Diamond, was surprisingly the one she could tolerate the most much to her dismay.

Eleanor started clearing the floor by a locker near the other end of the room and picked up a picture of two teenage girls who were relatively pretty with huge smiles on their faces. Eleanor smiled, it was refreshing to see something other than playboys and pictures of naked crow-eaters she was sure sent them to the guys for keepsakes. She gently placed her hand on top of the picture thinking of her own family. She found herself settling into Charming life easy and it made her nervous, it also made her nervous that there hasn’t been any type of action on the part of the white supremacist group; but maybe luck was on her side and they still didn’t know where she was.

“Pretty little things aren’t they, Tig can really breed ‘em.” Diamond said noticing Eleanor’s interest with the picture.

Eleanor looked up from the picture with a blank face and sighed Of course this belongs to Tig she thought to herself. It seemed that life was pushing her in Tig’s direction and she didn’t like it one bit. Yeah, she found him incredible sexy –she had a thing for older men and apparently Sargent at Arms. There were rumors that went around her club about the notorious Redwood Sargent at arms like he was a blood thirsty killer who had no remorse and that he liked his pussy in the colored and too young variety. There was also a rumor that he molested a cow, and honestly after meeting him Eleanor could believe there was some truth to that. He creeped her out –she could constantly feel his stare taking her in like a lion watching a baby gazelle and it unnerved her, yet at the same time she felt an electric buzz through her whole body one that said ‘run before you die’ and another that said ‘rip his clothes off’.

“Yeah that’s certainly surprising.” Eleanor said in a daze and put the picture back in the locker.

Eleanor walked out of the clubhouse to the guys with a smile on her face, “Everything’s all done except for the chapel but I assume y’all will be wanting to take care of that yourselves.” She looked around at the group of guys who were all watching half-sack again.

“Thanks El.” Jax said from his spot across her. Eleanor nodded.

“When is this fight, will I have one of you lovely gentleman on my arm?” She said playing flirt.
“You got my baby all three of ‘em, always do.” Tig winked.

“I said gentleman not rapist. If I wanted one of those I’d go to Stockton.” Eleanor snapped.
The guys all ‘ohed’ and Tig muttered ‘that could be arranged.’

“I’ll send Bobby to go get you and you can ride out with them.” Clay said.

Eleanor raised an eyebrow; he wanted her to ride with club members? Granted she did it all the time in Austin but she got special privileges being Bones’ kid. She nodded and started towards her bike when she heard footsteps following her, not needing to turn around to know who it was she spoke.
“Look Tig I’m getting really tired of your bull shit I don’t like being watched like a piece of meat. Either try to talk to me without the disgusting comments or don’t bother opening your filthy mouth.” Eleanor said straddling her bike and clipping her helmet.

Tig stood there –he wouldn’t say shocked since he thought Eleanor would be the kind that speaks her mind maybe aroused was the word he was looking for. Tig held up his hand in surrender, “I just appreciate the human form babe, no harm meant.”

Eleanor rolled her eyes and pulled her sunglasses from her shirt placing them on her face, “Whatever Tig.”

“Here I’ll give you a normal conversation right now, my name’s Alex. Normal enough for you doll?” Tig put a hand on his hip and ran a hand through his short curly hair.

Eleanor looked continued to stare at him pursing her lips, “That sounds so normal Alex.” She gave him a small smile, “I saw the picture of your girls when I was cleaning up the locker room they’re very beautiful.”

Tig smiled thinking about his girls, “Dawn and Fawn.” He watched Eleanor’s smile grow wider. “It was there mother’s doing not mine, before you even think about saying anything razzle dazzle.”

Eleanor responded by revving the throttle, “Wouldn’t dream of it Alex.” She said and then drove out of the Teller-Morrow parking lot.

Eleanor looked at her phone buzzing as she was applying the last of her smoky eye for the fight.
Be there in 5 –Bobby

Eleanor threw her make up brush into her make up bag and bobbed to the Work by Iggy Azeala as she walked over to grab her purse, this time making sure she brought some candy for herself. She decided she was going to have a blast at this fight, she loved the energy they had and they were even better when she was high. She walked back to her bathroom and picked up her straw taking the fifth line she set out for herself. She thought she would be fine with the amount she took but she wanted some with her just in case. She heard the roar of bikes that settled when they got closer to her house, grabbing her helmet and keys she locked up and waved to the group of men.

“Let’s get the fight started!” She whooped as she threw her leg over her bike and pulled out behind everyone.

“I don’t know who you’re expecting to meet her sweetheart but it’s not that kind of occasion.” Bobby said looking at Eleanor as she got off her bike.

“I like to dress up when I go out, it’s a southern thing –always dress to impress.” She winked and sauntered to the door with Chibs and half-sack.

“Man-eater.” Bobby said to himself chuckling and following the group.

Eleanor banged on the ring mat as half-sack knocked out his opponent. Chibs was pulling and screaming at the corner like a madman and Bobby was yelling from his left. They were three fights in and so far Kip was going undefeated. Eleanor decided she would make a drinking buddy out of Cherry and Diamond and was making them drink as much as she was; currently they were 3 shots 2 beers and a rum and coke in. One top of all the coke she did Eleanor was in more than a good place. “Nice hit Kip!” She yelled noting it sounded more like ‘Noice heet Kfp’. He threw up his arms in victory as Chibs and Bobby hugged Cherry threw her arms around Eleanor in glee and Eleanor was too wasted to tell her not too.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, doll.” Eleanor heard a voice say to her and felt a hand on her waist. She gazed at Tig, then his hand, and then back at his face. “Your hand in on my waist.” She stated.

Tig nodded happily, “Yes it is, doll. How much have you had to drink, you reek.”

Eleanor’s mouth fell opened offended, “Are you saying I smell? Because for you –your information I smell amazing.” She slurred poking him in the chest and swayed.

“I’m sure you do razzle dazzle, I meant of alcohol.” Tig replied. Eleanor nodded her head enthusiastically in understanding, “I –I’ve had-” she paused chewing on her lip thinking “a lot.” She finished with a large smile. Just then a body hit the ring mat hard and their attention went to Kip who won one more round, Eleanor all but threw herself into the ring in celebration screaming loudly half-sack’s praises.

Tig looked at her confused but a smirk finding its way to his face, “Hold on doll –gotta talk to sack.” Cherry walked over with another victory shot and Eleanor turned to her cheersing and throwing it back.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom Cher, wanna come?”

“Sure, let’s try to get back before Kip’s next fight.” She said following Eleanor to the bathroom. Eleanor pulled her into a stall and pulled out her baggy, mirror, and credit card setting it up for the both of them.

“Whoa, I didn’t know you were into this Eleanor.” Cherry said looking at the girl in the small stall with her. Thinking about it now it would explain why she was on a whole other level even when they were going drink for drink.

“Well the club I’m from has a deal with the Colombian’s.” She stated and leaned down to snort the powder.

“I’m sorry I didn’t even think to ask you if you used.” Eleanor said popping up quickly.

Cherry laughed it was crazy what a little drugs and alcohol could do to a person, earlier Eleanor wouldn’t even speak a full sentence to her and now here she is offering her drugs.

“On occasion, so sure I’ll take a line I guess.” She said slightly trying to impress her.

Eleanor smiled and gave her the straw, “This stays in the bathroom. The club has a no drug policy, you feel me?” she told the redhead as she rubbed more powder on her gums running her tongue over them at the bitter taste. Cherry nodded in response and gave Eleanor everything to put back in her clutch.

“Let’s go watch Kip kick some ass!” Eleanor yelled in excitement jumping up and down grabbing Cherry’s arms to make her bounce with her.

Eleanor stumbled from the bar with another beer in her hand to see Tig and Chibs giving Kip some sort of pep talk, not that he needed it with his winning streak. Eleanor reached the ring and grabbed onto the ropes to attempt to pull herself up on the corner of the ring with the other guys and slipped responding in Tig grabbing her arm, “Didn’t take you for such a drunk there razzle dazzle.”

Eleanor gave him a sassy face and smacked her lips, “I just like to have a good time Tiggy.” She slurred falling back somewhat but not completely due to Tig’s firm arm around her back becoming a barricade between the floor and Eleanor.

“Wha’ hapeened to Kippy? Heez sucking.” Eleanor slurred as she swayed watching the two Kips fight the two Mexican fighters. At least she was pretty sure what she was watching.

“He’s taking one for the club drunk ass.” Tig said smacking her ass. In Tig’s mind she was already throwing herself in his line of fire so it would just be wrong of him to ignore the opportunity she presented to him. Eleanor giggled in response slapping at his hand.

“Nooah Alex! Don’t do that!” Eleanor giggled. Her mind was so light and happy even Tig’s perverted come-ons weren’t bothering her and she found herself enjoying the attention. Chibs glanced over at her with furrowed brows, “Jesus Christ, ho’ much have ya had to drink lass, ya can hardly stand on your own.” He said shaking his head.

Eleanor slapped her hand on his chest, “Ow rough.” She mumbled to herself “I am foine Chibs don’t even worry about meh.” Eleanor slurred reassuringly.

Tig saw from across the way that Clay walked in and looked to Eleanor, “Can you just hold onto the roped while I go talk to Clay, think you can manage that?” He asked sarcastically.

Eleanor scoffed at him batting the hand with her beer towards him making it slosh on him he stared up at her with a blank face, “You’re lucky your hot razzle. Bobby.” Tig nodded his head in Eleanor’s direction silently asking him to watch over her while he talked to Clay, he gave him a nod.

“I jus don’t understand Kippy was dooin’ so well, whyz he all blech ahhh! You know?” She drunkenly asked Bobby.

“Maybe he’s tired and needs to go to bed, sound about right there Eleanor?” Bobby said raising an eyebrow at her.

Tig walked up pulling Eleanor down from the side of the ring and tucking her under his arm, “Give him one more round then he falls.” Tig told Bobby and grabbed his beer he left near the ring.

“Ohhhhh your totally rigging tha fight!” Eleanor squeeled. Tig squeezed her hard and she gave a slight whimper, that one little sound got his dick at full attention. “Maybe you want to say it a little louder so everyone can hear you next time razzle dazzle.” Tig said through clenched teeth.

Eleanor put a hand to her mouth and drummed her fingers over her full lips, “Whoopsies.”

Eleanor looked back to the ring and saw Kip head-butt the Mexican, throwing punch after punch as the club members yelled in protest. Eleanor not caring about the politics simply cheered in support of Kip. “What’s he doing!” Tig yelled.

“My bad. My bad. Get him out of there before we got to bury another Mexican.” Clay said walking over to the guys. He looked at Eleanor to see the girl swaying where she stood with a glazed over look.

“The hell’s wrong with her, she wasted?” Clay asked Bobby.

“Beyond. Apparently we have learned our sweet southern belle likes to party hard.” Bobby said holding Eleanor up so she didn’t sway herself into a fight.

“Tig’s got it; she’s changed her tune since she’s been drunk. Guess that’s what it takes for her to stand being near him.” Bobby joked as Tig came back and Eleanor crashed back into his arms.

“She can’t ride home so someone hitch her bike or something just get it to the garage. She’ll ride with Tig and Me in the van.” Clay said as they walked outside. By this point Tig was practically dragging Eleanor with him since she was in between falling asleep and laughing hysterically. Tig picked the girl up bridal style and sat her in his lap so her head was leaning against his shoulder and was lightly snoring. Tig couldn’t resist and let his hand graze the breast he was intently looking at suddenly Eleanor’s hand smacked his, “No boob now.” She mumbled.

“Even when she sleeps she tells me no.” Tig joked to Clay. He then looked in the back of the van and saw a shaking and hard breathing Lowell and looked back at Clay.

“He’s a good mechanic.” Clay simply said putting the car in drive towards Eleanor’s house. When they arrived Tig opened the door and pulled himself up having fished out the keys before they arrived,

“You got it brother?” Clay asked. Tig nodded his head and walked towards the door. “Okay you drunk bitch you’re home.” Eleanor seemed to be more awake now and wiggled out of Tig’s grip and in response he dropped her, “Ow, fucker.” She slurred as she started to crawl towards her room giggling.

Tig couldn’t help but shake his head smiling God I love it when they’re weird he thought and rushed to the bedroom when he heard another bump. He walked in and saw Eleanor a tangled mess in her outfit, she had half her upper body out of the shoulder whole of her tank top allowing Tig to be graced with the beautiful sight of one of her full breast while her skirt trapped her ankles revealing a tiny black lace thong. Tig licked his lips and ran a hand over his race then the bulge in his pants.

“Clothes are hard. Help me I’m trapped!” she squealed as she rolled around on the ground.

“Nah, I’m okay with the view.” Tig replied crossing his arms over his chest and staring at her.

Eleanor heaved herself on the bed letting out a sigh as she finally worked her way out of her clothes and pulled on a large shirt. She looked up at Tig from her bed with a look Tig knew too well and made his way towards the bed as fast as he could as he dropped himself on top of her he started for her lips when she mumbled, “I think I’m gonna be sick.” Smacking her lips together as if she was tasting something bad.

She shook her head, “No, no, I’m good.” She grabbed Tig’s face between her hands and Tig closed his eyes waiting for the feeling of her lips to touch his. He’s been thinking about what she would taste like since she’s been in Charming and he was hoping it was as good as she smelled.

After a minute Tig opened his eyes to see Eleanor had fallen asleep with her hands holding Tig’s face –her mouth wide open and titled back against the wall. She looked dead.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Tig said as he pulled away from her grasp and pulled her legs down so she wasn’t at such an odd angle.

“Fuck it.” Tig stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed with Eleanor just watching her and eventually he fell asleep.