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Post by impala on Sept 14, 2010 19:21:56 GMT -5
Bailey gave a nod to Clay as he entered, feeling great respect for the man. She allowed Kate and Clay to have their interaction, noticing at times the softness he seemed to exude for her.
When Tig came sauntering out, offering a witty remark she pulled a face, "thanks, but it feels more like a train than a friggin' truck to be perfectly honest." She grinned back, rubbing at her jaw again.
Oh man, where was Chibs, she just wanted a quick word with him and than she could go home and sleep off this constant throb of her jaw. The beer hadn't been a good idea either, hair of the dog was obviously not working in her favour today.
She took another swig even though it didn't feel all that great and continued to wait.
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Post by claymorrow on Sept 14, 2010 19:57:41 GMT -5
Clay had been standing there in silence thinking and the more he thought the more he had an idea, and now while it wasn't in his nature to go against Jury he did have a little bit of a problem with Kate being followed around by some sulking bald man that might not have had the best of intentions. Chalk it up to not trusting anyone and needing to see just what the large man before him could really do if put to the test, he would deal with the aftermath of all that later.
Casting a glance in Tig's direction he gave a snort at the comments that he was making because well honestly if the man couldn't take a little teasing than he had no place there in the first damn place.
"Now everyone give the boy a chance to prove himself before you start teasing him too much, after all he hadn't been here that long." Clay began before he looked over at Mirko and then motioned for Tig to follow as well until they were standing a good distance away from both of the girls. "Now boy I want you to understand something, Kate is like a daughter to me and I would hate to see something happen to her because it would mean I would have to splatter some part of you against the wall," Clay began.
He gave a pause to show the seriousness of what he was about to say.
"I want you to tag along with her for a bit, she can show you things get you up to date and I want you to keep this watch dog of Jury's at a distance. He get's to close you loose a finger do you understand that." Plain simple and in any language there was no mistaing what he meant by what he had to say. "Tig you have anything to add to this?"
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Post by lurker on Sept 14, 2010 22:19:13 GMT -5
Mirko looked at Tig the same way he seemed to look at everybody. It was a cool, detatched stare. He assessed his brother even as Tig called him a sasquatch and asked his name. Mirko let a beat of silence pass before he deadpanned: "I am Mirko. And, I think, more yeti than sasquatch."
It was then that Clay commanded the two Sons to leave the company of the ladies and follow him. Business. Mirko took long and purposeful strides and stopped when Clay did. He listened intently. He nodded in the right places and made an affirmative noise in his throat. Orders received. Clay asked if he understood.
"Yes, sir," Mirko answered with a stiff nod. He looked from the SAMCRO President to the Sergeant-at-Arms and awaited the latter's thoughts.
All Mirko could think was this wasn't what he expected for his first set of orders.
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Post by tig on Sept 15, 2010 3:43:40 GMT -5
Tig grinned a little at the man's comment, he had to give the guy credit about taking the joke. Most people didn't have the balls to turn one of his remarks around.
Tig drained his glass and put it next to Kate as an unspoken request to fill it up for him. He still didn't know why she hadn't gotten a cut of her own except her Dad didn't want to give her one. Instead of dwelling on it he followed Clay when he motioned the two men over.
He grinned at the thought of this guy splattered against a wall or missing a finger. He realized Clay had asked if he wanted to add something. He looked back towards Kate and knew he'd be more than furious if something happened to her.
"Like Clay said, that girl is practically a daughter to most of the guy's in this club and if not a daughter than a sister they've grown up with. Something happens to her, I'm gonna take something a lot more precious than a finger which you don't have nine more of", Tig wasn't always serious but he waned to get his point across with this guy and anyone in the Sons or associated clubs knew that Tig always kept his promises.
"Hey I gotta know something what kind of bike does Lurch roll around on?"
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Post by claymorrow on Sept 16, 2010 18:16:17 GMT -5
Sorry for the delay in posting ... I caught what my son brought home from school and spent much of yesterday medicated and kind of loopy.
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Clay shrugged before he looked back at Mirko before he furrowed his brow. Did he really need to know what he drove, no, not until he saw how long he was going to last and if he could manage to do the simple task set before him. Once they figured that much out he would actually care a good deal more than what he was already, he'd said his peice, spoken his mind and the guy had to know where he stood. If not they wouldn't find him.
"Don't know what he drives, I just know if he fails I'll have a new bike." Clay replied as he reached down and rubbed his wrist before he turned starting back to where the girls had been left previously. As he sat down he grunted before he reached up running his fingers through his hair before he reached into his pocket producing a cigar and a lighter.
Letting his head lean back he eyed Kate for a moment before looking back to Mirko and then smirking. He wasn't Jury, he never would be and he had made a living out of reading people and well he thought he might have caught a little bit of sexual tensions. Maybe one sides, maybe on both their parts but what the hell he figured let whatever was going to happen happen.
"Now tell me again what the hell happened to your phone Kate?" Clay asked before he pointed to the box nearest where she was standing. "There might be one you can use in there, I don't know have a girl that comes through sometimes that drops off stuff we can use."
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Post by mavrick on Sept 16, 2010 18:52:19 GMT -5
Kate liked Tig, and he cracked her up. When he called Mirko a sasquatch, she almost lost the beer that was in her mouth. She gripped his knee and swallowed, eyeing him in warning that she’d almost made a dick of herself thanks to him. Mirko however, seemed to take it all in stride, and she was impressed that he turned it around, not a lot of people did that. The guy had balls, if nothing else, she decided. When they moved off to talk, she refilled all the glasses and smiled at Bailey. Secret men’s business, a necessary evil that Kate had come to respect. She made idle chatter with Bailey, but her eyes remained on the three men set aside from them. She saw Clay glance over at her, and she wondered what they were talking about.
When he returned, she pushed his beer towards him. If she had known what she was thinking she might have been less helpful towards the President. Regardless of what she thought of Mirko, or anyone for that matter, it was always embarrassing as hell when SAMCRO new about it, because not only were they all like her father, but they teased the hell out of her to boot. That sheepish grin fell across her face when Clay asked her what exactly happened to her phone. “It landed in my beer,” she said, unwilling to elaborate, but knowing Clay would know why.
She grabbed the box, and put it up on the bar between her and Bailey, a silent signal for them to start looking through it for a phone she could use.
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Post by lurker on Sept 18, 2010 17:04:48 GMT -5
Mirko stood like a statue and listened to every word Tig had to say. He nodded and shifted his glance between Tig and Clay and gave them both his assurance in a deep monotone: "Nothing will happen to her." There was no hint of doubt to be found in his words or his face. He looked them both in the eyes and he made sure they knew it.
With their business concluded, Mirko followed Clay back to the bar where the two girls waited. He picked up his glass, empty but for about two inches which he tossed back like it was water. He set the empty glass back on the bar and crossed his arms and watched the proceedings and caught the sheepish look on her face. After she explained the fate of her phone to Clay, Mirko piped up.
"That happen to my phone once," Mirko deadpanned. "Now it drunk dials all by itself." He shrugged his big, broad shoulders like 'well, what can you do?' and once more fell into the silence he was so comfortable with.
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Post by tig on Sept 18, 2010 20:18:24 GMT -5
Tig followed Clay back over to where the girls stood and grabbed the glass Kate had filled up for him. He swallowed a mouthful as Kate explained what happened to her phone.
He tried not to stare to much as he tried to figure out whether the man was making a joke or not. Either way it was pretty funny but instead of laughing he just rubbed his eyes quietly as he watched the girls dig around in the box for a new phone.
"Geez you even old enough to have a beer of you're own?", it wasn't unusual for Tig to tease Kate about her age. He'd watched her grow up so it was sometimes hard for him to see her as anything but the skinny little girl running around the clubhouse.
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Post by mavrick on Sept 19, 2010 2:29:57 GMT -5
Kate looked up as Mirko joked, a slightly stunned look on her face. She hadn’t expected it, and after a moment taking it in, she laughed. “That’s the last thing I need, I’m already a fucking idiot when I’m drunk,” she replied, still chuckling. When Tig teased her, she didn’t even raise her head from the box she was digging through. “I’m older than the piece of ass you had with you the other night Tig, and you didn’t mind feeding her beers all night,” she said calmly. She was very used to Tig, he used to scare her, when she was younger, but now he just made her laugh at inappropriate times and they often had playful back and forth sessions.
The box was full of booze, boxes of condoms and random articles of clothing, kind of like a lost and found she imagined. At the bottom, was the top Kate had been wearing a couple of nights previous at the clubhouse when there’d been a party. She and Bailey, in their drunken state had swapped shirts, and Bailey had informed her the next day when they met by chance, that her shirt had gone MIA since.
“Hey, I found my shirt,” she announced, pulling it out. She figured no one was listening to her (another backlash from growing up with them) and she showed it to Bailey instead.
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Post by impala on Sept 19, 2010 3:15:03 GMT -5
As Bailey sifted through the box she stifled a laugh at Kate's quick witted quip towards Tig. She looked up at him for a moment giving him a quick grin as if to say 'c'mon you gotta appreciate that'
When Kate showed her the shirt that had mysteriously gone missing the first time they met, she smirked and punched Kate good naturedly. "Well look at that, I always thought shit that went missing in the club house generally sunk into some crazy vortex."
She turned back to Tig, getting a bit impatient waiting for Chibs. "Hey Tig, you know where my uncle is?" If he didn't show up soon she'd just have to find some more hours to kill and she didn't like her chances. She'd come to Charming many times before to visit Chibs but everytime she knew that she'd be shooting through, somehow the thought of not knowing when she'd leave this town was making time drag.
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Post by claymorrow on Sept 20, 2010 17:45:51 GMT -5
It had taken a moment or two for the comment to register with Clay thought when it did he gave a snort before he laughed. Shaking his head he closed his eyes for a moment, the guy had a sense of humor granted Clay got the impression that it wasn’t going to pop up often but it was there which meant something. After all if you couldn’t crack a damn joke then you were going to burn out faster than you needed to or much less wanted to in some cases.
“Why was your shirt off in the first place,” Clay asked before he looked over at Kate and lifted an eyebrow? Did he see her in that way, no he didn’t though he was curious as to why her clothes were suddenly vanishing without a trace. “How many times have I told you if your going to drink keep the clothes on.” he added before he laughed more to himself than to anything else.
Rising from his seat, his beer gone, and the headache he had been nursing somewhat better Clay grabbed a box of tools before he shrugged. “I’ll be out back, I have some work I have to do on my bike,” he explained before he headed for the door.
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Post by mavrick on Sept 21, 2010 23:07:56 GMT -5
Kate ignored Clay’s tone, as she often did when he got all overbearing on her. She just gave a shrug instead and folded the top, leaving it on the bar to be taken home with her. “I’m sure it seemed like a good idea at the time,” she joked, smiling at Bailey. When Clay announced his exit, it was also cue for Kate to go give him a hand. She downed the last of her beer and gave a satisfied lip smack.
“Nice meeting you Mirko,” she said pleasantly. “Tig, no wearing my top while I’m gone, you stretched the last one,” she teased, giving him a wink and a slap on the shoulder. “Bailey, no bar fights.” And with that she turned on her heel and trotted out after Clay.
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Post by tig on Sept 22, 2010 11:15:40 GMT -5
"That was different, she had broken up with her boyfriend a few minutes before and I was trying to be supportive," he drank another mouthful of beer as he tried to figure out what would've caused Kate's shirt to be in the lost and found. He'd be pissed if something happened to her but he knew Kate enough not to be the crying on your shoulder cause of every little thing type of girl. If there was a problem he'd find out sooner or later.
"Your uncle? No but he shouldn't be to far from here. I thought I saw him in the garage earlier but I wasn't really in the clearest state of mind," he watched Clay get up and grab some tools and head for the door. Kate wasn't to far behind him either.
"It's fine, this one's not my color anyway," he gave her a playful slap on her bottom as she followed Clay out to work on his bike. He looked between Mirko and Bailey and figured it was his time to depart as well.
"Anyone needs me, tell them I'm in a meeting," he drained his beer and turned to walk away. He grabbed one of the newer crow eaters and left the bar to go back to his room at the clubhouse.
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