Hangover Cures

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Name of Thread: Hangover Cures
Characters Involved in Thread: Bailey Monroe/Kate Cliff
IC Month Thread Occured: June 2007
Brief Description of Thread: Kate and Bailey meet the day after a SAMCRO party and hit it off, organising to meet up later.

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Hangovers always seemed worse when you didn’t have your own bed to crawl into the morning after. Sure, Kate’s sister had a spare room, and even a comfy bed to use, but Kate’s relationship with her sister was strained, and she only ever came to Charming for two reasons. Because dad wanted her to check up on June, and because SAMCRO were having some kind of awesome blow out. As it happened, last night Kate was able to kill two crows with one stone. June hadn’t called dad in weeks, and therefore the mandatory, ‘Check on your sister please, so I know she hasn’t worked herself to death’ ride ensued. She let herself into her sister’s place with the spare key on her key chain and waited for her sister to come home.

Then the usual ‘I’m fine, just working’ conversation was carried out, followed by the ‘stay here if you have to’ argument. June just had a thing about Kate riding bikes and hanging out with MCs, she liked to challenge her younger sister’s life style whenever opportunity permitted. Kate, as she often did when it came to family, brushed the comments off with aplomb. Several phone calls later, Kate was on her bike and off to Teller-Morrow for the night’s festivities. She lost track of time, and her underwear and woke up crashed on a couch wearing someone else’s top.

Finding her shirt hanging from a ceiling fan, Kate returned to her bike, crammed her helmet over her bed hair and rode hastily to the nearest drug store. Junk food and aspirin were the perfect hangover cure. With her helmet under her arm, her tartan shirt hanging open, exposing the white tank top that had belonged to someone else the night before, Kate paid for her stuff and exited the shop, glaring at an up herself woman who took too long of a stare at her.

She straddled her bike, which was parked lazily right out front of the store. She hadn’t even bothered to back in it, and had just ridden straight into the curb. She stuffed the aspirin in her pocket and the bag full of junk food into the saddle bag behind her. It was then she noticed a rather tall women exiting the drug store, she looked equally hung over and incredibly familiar. Being the bold little thing that she was, Kate didn’t hesitate to voice her prediction.

“Didn’t I see you last night?” she piped up, her voice carrying easily over the few feet between the curb and the sidewalk where the woman stood.

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Bike * Outfit

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The mere sound of anyone doing anything but talk in a whisper was enough to hurt Bailey's head and send another tirade of rolling aches across her forehead. Man she had been hammered last night, a bottle of tequila downed in half an hour was never a good idea. She'd gone there primarily for leads on her missing brother Nicko but luckily for her, she had the rare ability to remember everything from a drunken night out, no matter how high the level of alcohol consumption.

She'd arrived in town mid morning of yesterday, hoping to have a fresh lead on Nicko, by sundown she'd made herself known to Chibs, her uncle, checked into a shitty motel on the outskirts of town and had somehow been roped into a rowdy SAMCRO party.

There she had met the girl in question, who's tiny frame was producing such a loud boom. Grinning as she begun to remember the nights events, she waltzed over to the petite blonde and replied "Yeh man, that there is my shirt.... me and you had some what of a wardrobe crisis," she laughed "Yet somehow this morning I woke up in a bra and jeans, with no sign of your shirt, I feel like I got jipped." And than she began to laugh in earnest, despite her head feeling like it was about to split open.

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Bailey's Outfit

The Car

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Kate couldn’t help but break into a grin as the tall, dark haired woman alerted her to the previous night’s shenanigans. Kate hadn’t been that drunk, but she was never good at remembering new faces. The event flooded back into her memory, and she gave a chuckle at the ridiculous nature of it all. She had no doubt that it would have been her idea, she was very random and ‘friendly’ when she was drunk.

“Fortunately it’s my sister’s shirt, so I’m not going to hate on you for losing it,” she replied, her grin still plastered across her face, despite the pain it seemed to cause her head to do it.
“I’m Kate, by the way,” she added on after a moment for them to get their silly grins under control. She reached a slim arm out across her handle bars, aiming it up at the six foot Amazon before her.

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Bailey had known straight away that a girl like this one, was a person she could get to like, and she enjoyed the fact that she didn't feel judged by the blonde... a rare quality in the female species.

Catching her breath between her whooping great laughs, she replied "I don't think I even got your shirt in the end, I have a rather too realistic memory of me spending the rest of the evening running amok in my bra...thank the Lord it was a nice one and not the horrid beige number I'm sporting right now."

Bailey took the girls small hand in hers and watched it get engulfed by her own long, care worn fingers - fixing her damn Chevy meant no time for manicures - "I'm Bailey, Bailey Monroe, Chibs' little half-cast niece." She replied, both impressed and suprised by Kate's tight, firm handshake, usually people shied away from her, given that she struck such a loud and intimidating figure. But Kate seemed very different.

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It was quite a contrast as their hands met, even for that brief moment. Her hands were worn, Kate’s were not. Her were much larger, due to the near foot she seemed to have over her. Their skin tones were also quite strikingly different next to each other. She could see that she was a confident woman, but then any woman who hung out at MC parties had to be.

When she announced her name and relation to Chibs, Kate smiled. She liked Chibs, he always called her ‘sweetheart’, and with his accent it always sounded like he really meant it for some reason, rather than just being called that because he couldn’t remember her name. “He’s a good guy,” she said immediately, more in reaction than anything else.

“So where are you staying? Did you want a lift?” Having retracted her hand from Bailey’s, it seemed like the thing to offer, since she could tell already that they were going to get along.

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Bailey was instantly struck by the lack of bullshit, she didn't feel like there was any two faced bitchiness going on. Although her loud, care free nature generally meant she got along with everybody, she was never too niave to think that those so called "friends", especially the girl ones, weren't more than willing to stab her, repeatedly, in the back.

She wished that she could have accepted the offer, especially because she hadn't felt the joy of a bike in such a long time, but her beloved Impala was just around the corner.

"Aw, dude wish I could, the wind in my face would work a charm on this head ache I got, but the Chevy's just parked around the corner." Bailey stopped, feeling the need to say more. "But, what are you up to tonight, are you too hung over to make it round two? I've never set foot in Charming, and I have a feeling that you may know some cool places to listen to a bit of rock and drink a little too much alcohol."

Bailey laughed again, thinking that after so many months of being alone, looking for her god damned brother, a night out with some good music and good company was something she had a right to.

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Kate gave a nod as Bailey declined the offer, sounding genuine in the process. She smiled as her new acquaintance asked her if she was too hung over for round two. That, was a stupid question. “I’m never too hung over for that,” she said with a cheeky grin.

“There aren’t that many good bars around here, apart from the Sons, Charming is kind of anti ‘cool’.” She made quotation fingers as she emphasised the word cool. “I’m never usually here more than a few days, and most of that is spent either arguing with my sister, or drinking at Teller-Morrow. But I can look around today if you want, my sister doesn’t start work ‘till later so I can ask her. What’s your phone number?”

She grabbed her phone out of her font shorts pocket, (how it fit was a mystery of physics) and looked up at Bailey expectantly.

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Bailey chuckled and once again found new respect for the blonde who seemed to be just as "hard" and ready for a good time in the way that Bailey was. Asking if round two was a doable feat seemed like a stupid question now. The sarcastic way Kate said 'cool' provoked another grin. Now that it had been mentioned, she hadn't noticed too many promising places for two girls of their age to go out and have a good night.

She sighed, feeling the need to hear loud music and that wonderful notion of having the whole night ahead of you. When Kate mentioned that she'd look into, Bailey felt a rush of excitment.

"Only if that ain't to much trouble for you, my numbers 555-0067-452." She pronounced the number is a sing-song fashion, knowing full well that her weird hybrid accent sometimes meant her words got lost in translation.

"I'm staying at some crap motel, think it's called Old Royale Motor Lodge, kinda ironic....I gotta unpack my shit, and after I might go see Chibs but from about three onwards I'm free as a bird, so I'll keep my ear to the ground, hopefully I can catch some 'hip and happening' kid who knows something we don't" The words hip and happening had the same sarcastic tone that Kate's "cool" did.

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Kate keyed in the number as Bailey announced it, and once that was done she stuffed the phone back in the tight squeeze that was her shorts pocket. It was an easy thing, to turn the ignition on her bike and hit the starter, the big Harley rumbling to life. The bike was probably too big for a girl Kate’s height, but so long as she didn’t come off it and had to pick it up, she didn’t have any trouble handling the large machine.

“The Sons have a new Prospect, he looks about our age. He might know somewhere,” she added on after the immediate sound of her bike had drowned into the background. People were looking at her now, or rather them. Little blonde on a big ass bike often turned heads, and Kate would never admit it, but she liked it that way.

Her helmet still sat on her tank, and the flip up visor made it easy for her to carry on her conversation with it on. It slipped back over her bed hair, though she didn’t bother to do it up, it was just to keep the locals off her ass, the last thing she needed was them to run her name and end up in jail instead of going out partying.

“I’ll bring your shirt with me when I see you next, say hi to Chibs for me.”

And with that she pulled her stand in and began the slow process of backing her bike out enough for her to swing into the street.

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Bailey gave a nod, everyone seemed to like Chibs, and she'd oftened wondered what her life would've been like if Chibs had been her dad instead of her uncle. For one thing she wouldn't have a great big burn scar, curling like a snake around her bicep.

But she didn't dwell on shit like that, and things were looking up. She had family around her again and a fresh lead on her brother, there was hope for a care free night out and she may very well have just made her first proper friend in Charming.

She took a swig of her Coke and began to walk towards her car, feeling eyes still lingering on her. She was used to it, like Kate, they both seemed to not quite fit the mould, while Kate was a pretty and petite blonde who rode huge Harleys, she was this giant amazon chick, who still hadn't worked out if her size made her beautifully freakish or just plain freakish. As she hoped into her car, she flipped her middle finger, grinning as she did so, to some teenaged jerk off who was doing a rather sexually explicit action with his index and middle finger.