Can I Sit Next To You Girl?

[cole]

Name of Thread: Can I sit next to you girl?
Characters Involved in Thread: Bailey and Cole
IC Month Thread Occured: June 2007
Brief Description of Thread: Bailey travles to Vegas to look for brother, Cole is sent to look after her

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Cole sat at the far end of the bar where the lights weren't as dark. He preferred his own privacy but it was also in case the wrong people came in. The prospect rocker on his back didn't exactly scream SOA but it wasn't hard to guess who he was with. He was waiting for some girl that he was supposed to keep an eye on for one of Charming's members. A man named Chibs, Cole had never met him but he'd definitely heard of him and when his charter's boss said that one of the prospect's had a job to do, Cole hadn't hesitated to volunteer. The only problem was that he had no idea what the girl looked like, all he'd been told was what bar to go to, the girl was brunette and he'd definitely know who she was when she came in.

He had booked two rooms next to each other at a motel around the corner while the girl was in town to do whatever it was she was doing. He tried to imagine what she looked like, he'd seen a picture of Chibs and tried to imagine that in a female version. That thought made a shiver run down his spine. He finished his drink and waved the bartender over to get another one. He had no idea what time she was supposed to be showing up but he'd camp out in the bar if he had to. He was the last person to question any kind of SAMCRO orders. He pulled a small notebook from his pocket and snatched a pen from behind the bar. He started sketching an abstract picture and had no idea what he was going to do with it. Ten minutes had gone by and he was still waiting.

"She's gonna end up probably being some four foot tall, nine hundred pound oompa-loompa. Obnoxious and whiny the whole time she's here...", he said rambling on about what the girl would end up being like knowing his luck. He hit a wall with his drawing, it wasn't anything special but he always tried to finish the ones he started. He looked at his cell phone for the time.

"One hour, thirty four minutes and counting."

[impala]

The first morning rays of a watery sun filtered through her shitty motel room curtains, it wasn't the reason for her early wake up though, more like the sound of Mick Jagger's voice drooling out from her cellphone "I'll never be your beast of burden," being cut short as she groggily answered the phone.

"Ello?"

To her surprise a thick scottish accent sounded in her ear, it was her Uncle. "Hey Chibs, what's up?"

In quick succession she then found out that someone had caught wind of her brother, Nicko somewhere in Vegas. "Some where in Vegas," she reiterated, sighing, what the hell was Nicko doing in god damn Vegas!

"Ok thanks Uncle, yep I'll be safe you know me, and yes I'll call you if I need you....thanks so much, bye."
She hung up the phone and didn't let a moment go to waste, lunging for the bathroom, she showered, gave her two day old bruised chin a once over and then applied her daily face of make up. Once done, she grabbed her emergency duffle bag filled with a couple of days worth of clothes and everything else, found a light blue summer mini dress to throw on, heading towards the door she pulled on her black fitted leather jacket and a pair of her favourite and overly care worn biker boots. And then she was gone, heading off to Vegas, in search of a ghost.

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By the time she arrived in 'Sin City' it was dark and she was pissed, she couldn't even fathom looking for Nicko now, she was too damned tired and all she wanted was a drink and a place to rest her head. Pulling up to a small, dingy looking bar which seemed to come straight outta Charming she was instantly drawn to the place. Locking her car and pulling back on her leather Jacket, she entered the place and immdediately felt better.
'Oh yes a drink would cure anything,' she thought, heading towards the end of the bar where the was more space and more light.
"One CC and dry, thanks." She smiled at the bar tender and handed him some notes.

[cole]

Cole turned his head as he heard a girl ordering her drink. He watched as every other guy in the bar did the exact same but probably for a much different reason. He was actually here waiting for a girl but he couldn't see any kind of resemblance between the picture of Chibs and this girl. He knew why every other guy was staring, this girl was not only taller than half the men in the bar but she was good looking to.

"Brunette and I'd know her when I see her", he said more to himself than anyone. He slid his sketch notebook into the inner pocket of his MC vest. His hand bumped the shoulder holster underneath the vest that held his M1911. He never went anywhere without it since he'd joined the Sons. He pulled out his cell and text another member asking if they knew what the girl he was waiting for looked like. Not a minute later he had a reply.

Brunette, good looking, taller than hell, her name starts with a B or something. Don't screw this up prospect.

He slid his phone back into his pocket and got up to move towards the girl. He flashed two fingers and pointed at her drink so the bartender would bring her a refill and him the same thing.

"Can I sit next to you?"

[impala]

There were eyes on her, there were always eyes on her and they all wanted one thing, something she couldn't give them, she couln't be that type of girl that they so desperately wanted to her to be - Bailey Monroe was not easy, she was too much of a hopeless romantic for anything remotely resembling a one night stand.

There was movement beside her and she stiffened waiting for a cliche'd remark or worse a roaming hand, she didn't want to have to assert her dominance tonight, tonight she just wanted to be weak and looked after like the kid she never was. And then he spoke, and she instantly melted although she forced herself to remain non chalant. His voice was deep and rumbling, with gravelly undertones that would make any woman go funny at the knees.
He had her glass refilled and as she looked up to answer her heart sank, her smile fading he was a member or a prospect, whatever - that meant only one thing, Chibs had been on the phone and had acquired her a baby sitter. She wasn't even mad, she was too tired, but there was a certain feeling of dissapointment ebbing away at her - the one guy who had potential was only talking to her cos it was his "job".
She nodded for him to sit though, no point in being rude to the Prospect, wasn't his fault after all.

[cole]

Cole waited for her answer as the bartender refilled her drink. She seemed to be happy but when she turned to look at him, her smile seemed to fade away. He was relieved that she nodded for him to sit though.

Least she didn't tell me to go screw myself, that would've made the night awkward.

He pulled his stool out and sat next to the girl, his fingers lightly drumming the sides of his glass. He decided to taste whatever it was she was drinking. He put the smooth drink to his lips and took a good sip. As much as he would've liked to pound drinks all night he was still working.

"Not bad, judging by the way your smile melted away, you're either very disappointed with what you see or you know why I'm here and you aren't happy about it. Since we both know it's definitely not the first one. You probably aren't happy about having a watch dog", Cole knew that she was stuck with him whether she liked it or not so he was trying to at least get her to be sociable with him.

"You someone's old lady or just a sweet butt that someone's taking a liking to?", he took another sip of his drink. He almost couldn't believe he was on babysitting duty, he could only imagine the hard time he was going to get when he got back to Reno. He looked at the girl out of the corner of his eye taking in every detail of her. She was tall that was obvious but this girl was definitely an easy ten.

Maybe this won't be so bad after all.

He hid his grin behind his glass as he took another sip of his whiskey. He had to give her credit on that though, the girl knew how to order a drink.

[impala]

She smiled, despite the fact and gave him a quick once over, damn it he was definately her type alright,"i'm sorry but I actually have to go with option A."

She took another swig of the amber liquid and then nearly spat it all over the bar when the word "sweet butt" came outta the guys mouth. The nerve of the little prick, god damned Prospect. "Dude, seriously!" She exclaimed, giving him a solid put good natured punch in the upper arm, grinning as she did so.
"I'm no old lady and I sure as shit ain't some slut who spreads her leg for any ol' biker," she shrugged off her jacket, "I'm Bailey Monroe, Chib's niece."
She extended a hand for him to shake "and who might you be, Prospect, or should I call you baby sitter?"

[cole]

Cole had to grin a little at her throwing his own joke back in his face. He watched as she nearly spit her drink all over the place when he asked her if she was a sweet butt. He let her hit him in the arm, it wasn't about to do any damage but he had to admit the girl definitely had a good arm. His eyes watched as she took off her jacket, seeing her wrapped in a blue mini dress. His eyes snapped back up to her's so she didn't catch him staring.

"Take it easy Rocky Balboa, it was a simple question", now it was his turn to nearly spit his own drink out.

NIECE!?!

He couldn't believe he'd just asked a head charter member's niece if she was a sweet butt. If word ever got out he'd done that he'd probably be a dead man. He hid his shock behind his glass, he'd always been good at taking things in stride but even this one came out of left field. He took her hand and gently squeezed it.

"Colton Walker, but everyone calls me Cole. Although we could stick with babysitter and I'll come tuck you in later", he pulled the two hotel keys from his pocket and slid her's to her.

"I got us a couple rooms, they're connected but that's just because I was told to get them like that", he could already tell she wouldn't be into the idea of a fling tonight but if she really was Chibs' niece then that was probably the stupidest thing he could've done.

"So what brings you out here? Looking for some rich, old man to marry and blow his money at the blackjack table?"

[impala]

Bailey felt his eyes on her as she let the jacket fall, who knows on some subconscience level maybe she was doing it to be a tad flirtatious....it had been a long night, she didn't know what she was doing anymore.

When she dropped the 'Niece' she saw for a moment as his eyes flared, an "oh shit" probably playing out across his mind, he hid it well though, composing himself so that no one without the keenest of eyes would have noticed. It gave her a bit of satisfaction, he took her hand, his large paws easily dwarfing hers and she felt a jolt of something as he squeezed ever so slightly. 'Jesus Bailey what's you're problem tonight, you suddenly reverted back to being a hormonal 16 year old?' she mentally scolded herself.

When he handed her the keys mentioning the "tucking you in" and "adjoining rooms" she could've sworn she heard a hint of flirtation there also, but she didn't want to assume, she didn't even know if she could be bothered with any of this tonight anyway...it had been a hard day.

His smart mouth let out another witty question and she rubbed her right bare arm gingerly, feeling the rise of her scar where her father had poured scolding water down her, should she tell him about Nicko, did she have enough hours in that day to explain that mess?

In the end she settled with "family, my stupid ass older brother he took off a couple of years back...i've been trailing him on the open road ever since." She ruefully smiled and finished her drink, wanting to lighten to mood - no one needed to be bogged down by her mess, especially some poor Prospect who was only sent here to do a job.

"So Cole, you keen to get a bottle of whiskey and head for that motel, we can fill each other in on our life stories," she said sarcastically and grinned, "or basic cable could be playing some shitty movie."

She didn't know what she was doing until the words spewed out of her mouth, all she'd wanted when she'd pulled into the parking lot was a drink and a bed and now she'd invited a prospect back for drinks and socialising....

[cole]

Cole hadn't been expecting this girl to actually be related to Chibs when the order came out. Practically made the girl royalty in a weird sort of way. So far she didn't seem all that stuck up but if she had family in SOA she knew how to handle herself and wasn't the prissy type. His eyes caught her hand moving up her arm where he saw what looked like a scar on her arm. His own hand absentmindedly touched his right side where his own scar started. He'd always had a soft spot for women and kids that had been hurt in the past.

"So what? You heard he was in Vegas or something and decided to come out and find him? He got a name, maybe I know him", he had no idea what he was doing. All of a sudden he was Mr. helpful or something. He was here to watch this girl not join her on her quest or whatever she was doing.

He thought her offer over, he could get tanked here or he could get smashed in a bed in case he crashed. His bag was already in his room with his stuff. Downfall of riding a bike was you couldn't carry much but he didn't really need anything besides a few clothes to tide him over. He was glad she was part of the club, he just remembered the sawn off shotgun and ammo he'd left on his bed. The Mayans were a problem and he didn't want to be caught on his own without being able to take a stand.

"I could think of worse ways to spend a night", he told the bartender to grab him a bottle and got up from his stool. He took Bailey's jacket from her chair and held it to help her into it.

"The motel's right around the corner, it's not the Ritz but it's actually pretty nice. Just in case you were wondering, they have soft-core adult entertainment you can order. I saw it in the brochure and feel free to get it if you want, the club's paying for all of this."

[impala]

He almost came across as geniunely interested, something she hadn't expected. Waving a hand as if to say 'no worries', she couldn't be bothered thinking about her selfish ass brother tonight, she'd driven this far for him, tonight she was going to chill out, with or without this prospect.

They both rose from their stools, Cole getting a bottle as he did so. Once again she was taken aback as he helped her into her jacket, yanking it the rest of the way on she turned and sauntered towards the exit.

"Soft core huh, well that sorta pg-13 crap might impress your little mind but us grown ups know that 'soft core' and 'adult entertainment' don't fit well into a sentence." She grinned triumphantly at her quick retort and headed out the door before him, thrusting her hands in the jacket pockets as she turned to face him.

"I got the Chevy, I assume you've got you're bike so I'll follow your lead." She said, fishing for her car keys.

[cole]

Cole held her coat as she slid her arms into it, he could definitely smell some kind of perfume and realized he'd been staring at her again. He snapped himself out of it and followed her towards the door doing his best not to stare. He caught the eyes of a couple of people from the bar, one guy even going so far as giving him a thumbs up.

"Sorry princess, just didn't think you'd be able to handle a real movie without damaging your innocent psyche", he put his arm out to push the door open in front of them. He didn't know what was up with this girl but now she had him holding doors for her. He walked outside with her and tried to spot which car he thought was her's.

Funny I expected to see a bug or hybrid.

"Yeah, just try not to get distracted by any pretty lights or anything. I'm a dead man if you get yourself wrapped around a pole or something. And take the bottle or else I'm gonna drop it", he handed her the bottle and headed off towards his bike. He picked up his helmet and slipped it over his head as he pulled out a pair of regular glasses he used when he rode at night. Kicking the throttle, his bike roared smoothly to life. Backing up he rolled to where Bailey's Chevy was.

"Not bad princess, sure you can handle this thing?", he shouted to her. He moved out of the way and started off to the motel making sure she hadn't lost him. It was only a two minute ride and they were there. Cole parked his bike outside of their joined rooms and waited till she pulled in. Stepping up to the car he opened her door for her.

"Just so you know I already ate the chocolate off your pillow", he grabbed her bag out of her car and slung it over his shoulder. He walked forward and opened the door to his room and set her bag by the door that led to her room. He moved the shotgun so it leaned against the wall by his bed.

"Make yourself at home. I don't know about you but I'm ready to get a good buzz going", he walked into the bathroom and grabbed two glasses for the whiskey. He set them down on the table and opened the bottle before pouring them each a generous amount.

"So did you wanna talk or watch a crappy movie? We can still get that porn if you really want."

[impala]

She took the bottle and jumped into her car, hearing his bike pull up beside her, she couldn't help but feel relieved suddenly she realised that being alone in Vegas was one of the saddest things ever.
He made a smart ass remark before taking off, not be able to see as she flipped him the bird and revved her engine into life "F-ing cocky ass Prospect," she mumbled to herself as she followed behind him, within a few minutes pulling up into quie a respectable establishment...well anything was better then where she was residing in Charming.
Coming to a halt she was about to open the door, until she found she'd already been beaten to the punch, who was this guy? It seemed like he wanted to be a gentleman but his mouth refused to let anything but smart ass comments fly out, it somehow suited him though and she found herself beginning to like how easy he was to hang around with.
She watched him walking, allowing herself one quick peak of his behind before shooting back upwards trying to estimate how tall he was - it had to be around 6'3 cos he stood much higher than her, a welcome change.
As she entered, making a bee line for a seat at the kitchen table she noticed the shot gun but rather than feel nervous she instantly felt safer, Bailey had forgotten to pack anything along the lines of defense.

"Don't push you're luck," she warned jokingly, grabbing the remote and putting on a normal movie channel, she thought she saw a glimpse of Mark Wahlberg - a good sign, most of his movies were at least half way decent. "Looks like crappy movie it is then," she concluded, taking a huge gulp of the liquid, it burnt, really badly, but she kept it down making sure to take it like a man. Setting the glass down she motioned at him, "so, ah what's in that note book of yours, care to share, I'll show you mine if you show me yours?"
She laughed and finished her glass.

[cole]

He was standing next to the table and looked down at her. Taking in more details like the color of her eyes, soft skin, her full lips...

Bad Cole, touch her and you're never getting your patch, let alone the fact that you're a dead man.

"Crappy movie indeed", he turned to her when she asked about his notebook. Looking down he realized just the corner of it was sticking out. He pulled it from his pocket and looked down at it. It was filled with sketches and little lines of song lyrics that he was writing. He never thought about it but he really wasn't sure how he'd feel about someone looking through it.

"I uhh... guess so... it's just like stuff and things", he slid the notebook across the table towards her before taking his cut and shoulder holster off before setting them on his bed.

"Although now I'm kind of curious as to what you're going to show me", he finished his drink and poured another. Whiskey rarely burned his throat like it used to. He remembered as a teen when he'd feel like his neck was on fire from drinking it.

"Mind if I have a smoke?", he pulled the pack from his pocket and slid out a cigarette. He stuck it between his lips and pulled out his lighter. Inhaling deeply, he blew the smoke away from Bailey. He couldn't wait to see her try and keep up with him while they drank. That'd be all he'd need is for her to get smashed and not remember if he did anything to her.

Relax, you're to paranoid something's gonna happen that won't.

"So where you originally from if you don't mind me asking?"

[impala]

He was remarkably beauitful she concluded, although the fact that she'd realised that at all annoyed her - stupid Bailey, Prospect = Job, Job= Prospect not interested in Bailey. But he was she couldn't help it, not in a feminine way but in a way that transcended being simply called handsome, he was such a contradication, hard yet soft, foul mouthed yet with gentlemanly notions and she internally shouted the words 'suck it up Bailey, be a Monroe for christ sakes!'

As he slid the pad over to her, she got and and unzipped her duffle producing an A4 sized, leather bound sketch book, it looked like it'd seen better days. Handing it to him she said, "I draw too kiddo, you ain't the only talent in this joint," she grinned and nodded for him to smoke.

Damn, as bad as it was for you, she was a sucker for a guy smoking a cigarette - damn you Hollywood for making it look so cool!

Sitting back down she began to gently leaf through his pages, she found that the further she went the longer she lingered on the rough dark lines, and the contours and the overall 'feel' that the sketches produced. She didn't look up when he asked her where she was from but answered him all the same.

"Ah, New Zealand orginally but if you don't know where that is I won't hold it against you," she looked up then and offered him a playful smile.

"When I was about ten after my dear old dad did that to me," she indicated towards her scar, "me, my brother and my Ma moved down to Louisiana to live with my brother's dad, it was the best thing that ever happened, brought me closer to Chibs to the Sons."

She poured another round and then sat back down again, still engrossed in his book, "so what about you, Prospect, you got any 'sob stories' like mine and this god awful scar?"

Bailey's drawing style - comic
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[cole]

Cole inhaled another breath of smoke and tried to blow it out in a smoke ring which fell apart almost instantly. He grabbed the leather bound sketch book and ran his fingers down the spine. She'd obviously had it along time which meant that she had a passionate side. The way someone drew always said something about them.

"I see you've been drawing a long time, this sketch book has definitely seen better days", he stopped at one picture and ran his fingers down the page. He could feel where the pencil had moved and imagined her hand holding it. Cole was surprised that anyone that was involved with the Sons had a creative side.

"New Zealand, hmm... you don't mean the island nation in the south-western Pacific ocean do you? You from the north or south island?", he didn't look up to meet her eyes. He knew random things mostly from the game shows he watched growing up. His real education was a bit messed up since he was hardly ever there for it. He got up and grabbed the notebook that he used for his serious drawings. He picked up his pencil and looked up towards Bailey. He started sketching and every so often stopping to look at her, take a drink or tap out the ashes from his cigarette into the trash can.

"Sorry to hear that but at least you got away from the bastard. How'd you come all the way out here from Louisiana?", he picked up his pencil and kept scratching away as they spoke. He'd always been good at multitasking while he drew.

"Sob stories?", he thought it over as he drew. He'd never considered it a sob story, he stopped bothering to cry as a kid when he realized it wouldn't change anything.

"Born in Minnesota, did all the stupid kid shit. Shop lifting, drinking under age, pot, graffiti. When I was sixteen I could hot wire a car in my sleep but I was usually to messed up to do anything. Lots of fights, questionable women and some other stuff. It was a miracle I don't have any kinds of diseases or anything. As far as scars go, a couple on the bottom of my feet from walking on broken glass and this one", he lay the sketch book down with the picture unseen on the table as he leaned back to pull his shirt up.

"I got in a fight with some dude and he decided to play operation on me. Started at my hip and dug it all the way up. Stayed in the hospital for a while and got clean of the worst of the stuff I was on. Tried to get a real job and then my mom drops dead a few months ago. So here I am now", he put a last few touches on his drawing before tearing out the page. He turned to another picture and slid it across the table to Bailey.

"That's my mom a few years back when she was clean for a while. Here this is for you so you can remember me by", he slid the piece of paper he'd taken out of the book and slid it across the table to her.

"I've never been to great at drawing people but that's the best I could do of you but it really doesn't do you justice", he took the bottle and filled his glass up before slamming it back again.

"I'm ready for that crappy movie now, I hate talking about my mom."

Cole's mom
Cole's drawing of Bailey