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Levi 'SchoolBoy' Janowitz

"...I was there, now I'm here...what of it?"

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a character in “The Sons: Vice & Virtue”, as played by TheCrimsonLady

Groups

SAMCRO is an outlaw motorcycle club and organized crime syndicate.

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{ Q U O T E }

"And I know it's wrong, and I know it's right, Even if I try to win the fight, my heart would overrule my mind. And I'm not strong enough to stay away"
-Doug Robb, Apocalyptica


{ T H E M E S }

Not Strong Enough ft Doug Robb| Apocalyptica

The Good Life| Three Days Grace



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Name: Levi Jackson Janowitz
Nickname: SchoolBoy, Pretty Boy
Position:Prospect
GenderMale
Age:25
Height:6'2
Description:Levi is a handsome man, something he isn't a huge fan of being pointed out. He looks a lot like his mother, to whom was very pretty, He is tall, with an athletic build, he keeps his dark chestnut hair long, and that falls down in messy curls and waves. He can be often found in an old pair of jeans, and tee fixing a bike, or reading a book, dressed smartly. He wears no ink...yet.




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Likes:
Music
Fixing Things
Reading
Learning something new
His Bike -He's a biker, at heart, Harley Street 750
Dislikes:
Being Called Pretty
Being Reminded of who his grandfather is
Being Looked down on because of his schooling
Strengths:
Intelligence, Levi is smart, very smart, even when he was in school, he was the smartest is in class, so he's quite skilled with his words.
Weaknesses:
Oddly enough, He doesn't do well with being teased, it's childish, but he's never been good with that sort of thing, it just pisses him off and it tends to land him in many a fit fight
Personality:.
Levi is an introvert by anyone standards, he doesn't do well with large groups, and does even worse when he is scrutinized, why he would join the Club boggles many a mind. He is quiet and reserved, and broods more often then not but with some convincing he can be talked into a party or something like that. Thoughtful and Wise, Levi is a deep thinker, always had be, as a child, for instance, while the other kids played like superheroes, he was the one sitting there, trying to figure out how superpowers would even work. He was always curious, and wondered about things, and that wonder made him want to learn more, and more, resulting in being brighter then anyone else he knew and that hasn't changed, even now he can often be found in his own head, contemplating his next move, for whatever the situation may be. Critical and Clever, He may be a man of little words, but he will let his opinion known if he finds it to be critical to the circumstances at hand. He thinks things through, a million times if he has to, to make sure he has covered all the bases, leaving little room for error. Violent, Levi doesn't do well with teasing, he was always this way, even as a child, he lets things build and build, until he can't hold it in anymore, and he'll lose it. That being said, it takes a lot for him to get angry, he'll hold it in, as best he can, but that's not always a good thing. Kind and Considerate, Levi grew up with a single mother, who had boyfriend after boyfriend, he always saw how some would treat her, decently enough, and others would hardly treat her at all. He hated how some of them would treat her like shit, and he was left to clean up the aftermath. Even in the Club, some members would slap a woman on the ass or something to show that he cared little for how she felt, and while the woman that hung around the club weren't really the type of women that warrant such respect, he does it anyway. He loved his mother, even though she was that type of woman, and always promised himself, that he would never leave a woman the way his father had, with a kid, alone, fending for them both, that, if he ever made the mistake of getting her pregnant, he would be there, no matter what, so he went through life, with that mindset on women, he would be kind and considerate.
Overall, he keeps to himself, but walks around with a chip on his shoulder, all the while, he'd rather be here than anywhere else.
Quirks and Habits:
Arching his eyebrow, he often arching his eyebrow when he finds something amusing, added with a slight cock of his head.
Sighing, sometimes he can find the club and it's members exhausting, so he sighs, alot.
Brooding, he has an ever present look of someone who is equal parts crestfallen, and looking for a fight.
Pursing his lips, He is an honest person, but often he has times where he doesn't want to speak the truth, so he rather not speak at all, and instead, he'll purse his lips, and to anyone that truly knows him, they knew he doesn't want to lie, but he's not going answer the question either.
Running his hands through his hair when he finds something to be frustrating, confusing, annoying, and all of the above.





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History:Life as a child with a single mother is never easy, especially when she brings home men of all shape sizes and attitude types. Some were decent enough, those were the ones who only wanted sex, some even pretended to like you, but again, only for sex, and some, didn't give a single fuck about him or her, and wanted sex and a place to crash. One would think that was the worst of it but now, add in that your smarter then half of the adults around you, and your grandfather was a badasss biker, in a very infamous biker gang, who killed three ATF Agents and is in prison for life.

That is the life of Levi Janowitz, the grandson of Lenny Janowitz.

He was never interested in the life, but it was in his blood.

Levi worked hard to stay away from the life, he did, he stayed in school while his teen aged friends started working, he had decent summer jobs, fixing bikes, and babysitting kids, while boys his ages were running guns and selling drugs, he was saving up for college with the hopes that he would leave the life behind and take his mother with him and he had. He earned a full academic scholarship, to a University, and had nearly finished when he realize that he would never be 'legit'.

It began his freshmen year, there he was a hick, a pretty one, all the girls like, but he was a hick, a redneck even though he wasn't, people assumed he was an idiot, but he wasn't and he was often bullied for it, yes, even in college, even his professors thought he cheated, or would cheat, he was hardly trusted. He pushed through it, even made a few friends, but he knew he'd never fit. It was his last year, and finally it took it's toll, he got into a fight with a fratboy, after his girlfriend was talking him up at a party he hadn't even wanted to go to, he thought it was over when he damn near broke the guys jaw with a bottle, but to make matters worse, the fratboy's father was a cop, and someone who knew of his people all too well. They tried to make a case of it, pressing charges, they said that Levi had been approaching the guy's girlfriend, and that, she wanted nothing to do with him, the fratboy told him to back off and things escalated from there. Thankfully, there were cameras in the area that proved, Levi was only defending himself. The stress of it, dropped his grades and that was enough for him, Levi dropped out, and decided, he needed to go back home, to where people knew him, trusted him. He wasn't going to get a real job, not with his record, and decided he'd try his hand at the family business, maybe he'd fair better with his own kind....

Here's to hoping.

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So begins...

Levi 'SchoolBoy' Janowitz's Story

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A lone biker roared down highway 50, the quaint town of Eureka to his right. It's twinkling lights could hardly be seen enveloped by the black of the Nevada night. It was a night so thick it hung in the pine trees, slept in the needles. A sky so murderous, so dark it sprawled its legs into his head space, taking up room, sharing his thoughts. He loved rides bathed in the warmth of sunlight, his skin washed clean of sins by the brightness of the day. Night drives were less cleansing, the only light that of the stars which were cold and distant...

A few miles ahead rested 'the chapel', an old bar renovated to serve as a club house for his charter. And with it, the winds carried that familiar scent of damp tarmac and cigarette smoke; the sound of choked raucous laughter from his biker clan dancing on the breeze. He rode in unceremoniously, his cycle's headlight illuminating the edges of the gathering. Empty bottles of beer and whiskey clinked loudly as they rolled between revelers feet across the pavement. The entire scene had the riotous, unruly frenzy of an eighteenth-century pirate bacchanal, but what else could one expect from a Sons of Anarchy affair?

The biker parked his chopped triumph with an eerie little silver wide-open eye sticker on the fender off to the side and dismounted. His leather jacket and cut concealed the tattoos creeping down the back of his neck, clinging to each knob on his spine, knifing over his shoulders. He was in dire need of a shave and walked with a hitch due to the small blade curved like the claw of a raptor always hidden in the lining of his boot. He shouldered people out of his way as he plodded into the bar, past the hookers in heels and the men who watched them like hungry wolves, single minded in his approach.

Inside, Good Day to Die blared from a stereo resting on a shelf of alcohol behind the bar, the half empty bottles burning with an amber glow underneath the lights. Scantily clad girls danced atop the pool tables and on a stripper pole installed on a small, one person platform shoehorned into the loneliest corner. Couples of two and sometimes three occupied the couches, draped over each other, looking like a jigsaw in a tumble dryer. It was impossible to tell amidst the tangle of limbs if they were actually engaged in sex or not, but it wouldn't have surprised the new arrival if some of them were, that was per the norm for SAMCRO. They weren't shy about the when or where.

He found an empty stool and tapped the sticky counter top once, signaling to the current tender that he needed a drink, his usual, a Johnnie Walker. He'd of much rather been sleeping off the night's previous hangover, but attending these events was his duty as V.P. Not that he didn't enjoy a good drunken bash, but he had other things on his mind...It was then that he heard the raspy, low 'hey' of one of his brothers, one of his best friends. Vendetta. He wheeled around on his stool, elbows propping themselves against the bar, smirk hanging loosely off his lips. "Hey yourself, roughneck. How goes it?"

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Brooding. That was what everyone says he does. Some people even think he practices brooding he does it so well. Levi just looked like that. He always wore a look of disinterest, this look had kept him from being beaten by his mother's many 'boyfriends', if he acted like he saw nothing, cared about nothing, then they wouldn't notice him. Now, however, it was just his face, or atleast a mask he wore. He wore it now, as he walked into the chapel. A mask of disinterest. He wasn't going to look like the other prospect, all too eager to please, as if they'd never seen a naked woman dance before, as if they never tasted the shit beer they served, like they never did anything of any particular interest until walking in to the chapel. Image
Levi's eyes wandered to the pretty brunette as she did some interesting looking gymnastics on the pole. Honestly, it stopped his walk as he watched her move, a single dark brow raised, in slight amusement, his head cocked ever so slightly. This was party, something they had nearly everyday of the week, for one reason or no other, and while he was a prospect, a nothing nobody, he still had to attend. Why he was even here, he could honestly say he didn't have a clue. Well he did, but it was still odd, for him at least. Why would this, 'Learned' man, be here, with this lot, a bunch of low lives, with nothing better to do, then fuck, fight and repeat? It wasn't like that, not entirely anyway. By the end of the night there would be at least six fights, three of them involving a girl, and two including a girl, and he didn't even want to think about how many girls would have their virtues -using the term loosely- compromised this night.

He would not partake in the latter. The former....there was a good chance and that was the answer to the question. He fit here as hard as it was to believe, with his pretty face, unmarked skin, neatly trimmed beard and mustache, handsome smile, long curly hair, athletic build and brilliant mind. He looked like he could walk out of photo shoot for GQ and had a higher IQ then the collection of the people in room combined...but, they were family. It was in his blood. He was sure his father was one, if he cared to ask and he didn't, his grandfather was one, and he would be one too.

One day, for now, he was just a prospect, he didn't even have his cut yet, but he dressed the part....though it looked differently on him then it did the others. Everyone else looked like bikers, he looked like a model, posing as a biker, as the brothers always liked to point out. It was funny, in a way. Here, he looked like a model, but out there, with the legit folks, the spoon fed 'Other half' that he'd went to school with, they thought he looked like a hick, or at least that's what they said anyway. The girls didn't seem to think so, but that was his problem. It didn't help that he was actually a decent guy, chivalrous in a way that most girls didn't even believe existed. That landed him in too many fights to the point that he had to drop out, just because he couldn't afford to keep missing classes, assignments, days and even then, they didn't trust him. They believed him to be the biker that was in his blood, violent and untrustworthy. He just couldn't do both, he couldn't be both. So he made a choice.

Be the Bookworm with the Bikers, or be the Biker with the Bookworms.

This way, at least he was with family....sort of.

"Enjoy the show, sugar?" Asked the brunette. Levi hadn't even realized she'd finished, left the stage, some other girl was there now, and she was dressed and standing beside him. "Oh, yes, you were lovely." He said quickly. He was shit with girls, always was, but they seemed to find it charming in a way that just confused him even further.
"Lovely?" She asked, she was a pretty latina, he noted, and didn't need nearly as much makeup as she wore. Levi gave a quick smirk that was gone as quickly as it had appeared.
"Yes...?"
"Not, Hot, or Sexy, or Come on Baby, let me take you home?" She said, nodding her head side to side, mockingly.
"'Lovely'?"She asked and Levi swallowed. He really didn't know what she wanted him to say. He didn't know if he had offended her or not, so he just ran his hand through his dark curls, confused and wishing he had said something else, or at the very least, had been paying attention.Image
"Easy, papi, I'm just messin'." She said mercifully and Levi chuckled sheepishly."You new, huh? Nobody around here uses words like lovely." She said and he chuckled again. " I suppose it is that obvious huh?" He said and then he then, reached in his pocket, fumbling for some cash to give her. He thought it only right, despite how he was only half watching. she smiled, stopping him with a hand on his forearm. "You're cute, Don't let them hurt that pretty face of yours, Alright Papi?"She said, walking off with a swagger that made him want to shiver. "I didn't get your name!" He called, and she turned her head his direction with a chuckle, but that was it, she was out the door without another word.

He was really useless when it came to women, he really was.

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Character Portrait: Stevie "Babydoll" Cordova Character Portrait: Levi 'SchoolBoy' Janowitz Character Portrait: Hugh O'Hogan Character Portrait: Ryker Dowell Character Portrait: Samantha Montgomery Character Portrait: Clark Heath
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The first Sons of Anarchy party Angela had ever been to, she remembered thinking it wasn't a party. It looked more like the apocalypse had hit -- a celebration of the last night on Earth, everyone throwing all of society's standards of morality and goodness out the window for carnal instinct to take over. It made Angela who had never considered herself traditional or prude by any stretch of the imagination, gawk. The whole truth of what they were about had been laid out before her, this is who we are, this is what we do. You either had what it took to hack it or you got the fuck out.

Well, you could guess what her choice had been - at present sitting in a corner of the chapel with her rotary machine and inks scattered among a table full of beer bottles as she tattooed a young woman's ass bent over in front of her. She had joined the church of debauchery and become the official scribe, everyone's skin a manuscript that she wrote their sins, desires, and creeds on.

The girl was wearing a lacy black thong, her shorts pulled down just below her butt where Angela was tattooing a pair of red lips on her left cheek. One of the bikers in cut slapped the other cheek Angela was not working on, startling the girl. Angela pulled back her needle quickly and sat up. "Ayayaye! Don't move!" she scolded crankily then scowled at the biker, "And YOU get away from her until I'm done! Psst! Go!" she snapped at him like she was shooing some feral cat away.

The biker grinned, "Sorry." The girl giggled and rested her elbows back on the table with her head in her hands. She made eyes with the biker who had scampered off to the bar and watched safely from a distance for Angela to finish her handy work.

Angela shook her head before re-positioning herself again and continued with amazing concentration despite all the ruckus going on around her. Once she was done, she gave the young woman a pat on the thigh. "There you go, all done." The girl curved her back to look, then smiled. "Thanks Angel, looks great!" The biker who had come by earlier came back over as she pulled up her shorts -- an unnecessary move Angela thought. "Go easy on the ink. No riding hard -- I don't want to have to re-tattoo that, eh?" Angela half-smirked at the two of them.

She turned off her machine and set down her needle on a metal tray crowded among the bottles, then propped her boots up on another chair. She took a half empty bottle of beer she was not quite sure was hers off the table and watched the depraved revelry around her as if she was kicked back on the beach watching a peaceful sunset.

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Stevie had officially been clean off drugs for three months. Keyword, had. Three months was the longest she'd been clean since her addiction had started. She'd spent the entirety of the day at her childhood home, cleaning up after her worthless mother, who spent the better part of her day passed out on the couch. She'd then proceed to wake up to a clean house only to accuse her own daughter of stealing money, she'd forgotten she'd used for drugs. Stevie still wasn't quite sure why she wasted her time trying to help her mother, who told her every time she saw her how she hated her and she'd ruined her life.

It took a toll on the young blonde, she'd gone to the bar and gone upstairs to her small apartment above the bar to get ready for her shift. She'd catch herself itching her skin, because just under the surface she felt that nagging need to take the pain away the best way she knew how. no one could make her feel lower than her mother, she knew she shouldn't care what she had to say, but she did. She always felt like she needed approval, the approval her father and brother use to give her. She couldn't stop the pain, it just kept growing and the loneliness was closing in around her. Until, she finally dialed the number of her dealer.

She felt guilty the moment she hung up the phone, but she needed a hit to get her through her shift. SAMCRO was having yet another one of their notorious parties. She enjoyed them and it was unfortunate she'd be working during this one, but she was also grateful that her mind and body would be preoccupied with something a bit productive.

By the time she got dressed; tight red leather crop top, skin hugging black shorts that let her ass hang out, and her expensive black high heel boots. Her body was craving drugs. Her long blonde hair was curled and pulled into a high ponytail, the right amount of skin and cleavage showing in all the right places. She slipped down the stairs careful to stay out of sight, before her shift. Her eyes did a quick scan of the bar and she spotted Ryker walking into the bar, looking as rough and handsome as ever as he made his way to the bar making her smirk. Other then that though, she didn't take time to try and look for anyone else as she disappeared out the back door.

Behind the bar, it was dark and probably not where a girl that looked like her, should be hanging out alone. She lend against the wall lighting herself a cigarette as she waited for her dealer. She spotted him, a wicked smirk on her red painted lips. He was covered in tattoos and he couldn't be any older then twenty-three. He was a punk ass, who Baby only did business with, because he had absolutely no connection with SAMCRO, so there was no chance of them finding out about her dirty little secret.

"You look good shorty." he said with a smirk stopping a little to close for Stevie's comfort but she ignored his closeness as she pulled a few hundred dollar bills from her bra and handed them to him, in return he passed her a small baggie full of coke. "You wanna ditch this party baby girl and I'll take you back to my place?" he insisted

She took a step back and he took one forward, until he had her back against the wall. She tried to ignore him as she dipped her finger into the bag of coke, before rubbing it on her gums, trying to get instant gratification. She hadn't been paying attention and so she was taken by surprise when he forcibly pinned her against the wall causing her cigarette and the bag of coke to fall to the pavement below. "I'm talking to you." he spat grabbing her jaw and forcing her to look at him, before kissing her roughly and she shoved him away.

"Fuck off Danny." she spat which only seemed to piss him off and he reacted by slapping her hard across the face and backing her into the wall once again. He wrapped one hand around her throat while his other hand started to undo her shorts.

More then anything she didnt want to cause a seen. She just wanted to feel numb. She'd slept with Danny once or twice before and he made her feel exactly what she wanted numb. Maybe thats why she wasnt fighting all the hard because she figured on some sick twisted way, maybe she deserved it.
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Hugh was first of many to get to Samcro. He wasn't one for showing up to these sorts of things, 'Parties', but he always felt he had to at least be there. The most simple way to ignore everyone and everything was either to sleep or fake it. Normally he faked it, like now, he'd sit in the corner of the room, the darkest spot in the whole place and close his eyes with his back straight up against the wall, hands on his knees and frame kept still. He'd almost look like he stepped out of the arm from the way he'd always sit like that. It was also his way of listing to his surroundings. If something were to happen, he'd hear it and be there no problem. When it came 'Parties' like these, he always found himself looking after the girls and the President.

When he heard Ryker's voice, he'd got up from his spot. Making his way through a crowd. One of which didn't seem too fond of that. The guy had no patches or marks that were visible. He was almost average looking apart from his right arm that were covered in burn marks, probably where his tattoo was once. All Hugh could assume was he was kicked out of a Biker Club, but what was he doing here? He was light skinned so it was a bit hard to tell what Crew he had come from.

Hugh was about to shake it off until the guy stopped him from walking off. "Hey you! Don't walk away after bumping into someone." The guy said as he winked at the hooker he was rubbing up against, showing off. He turned his attention back at Hugh with a smirk, but Hugh showed no reaction to any of this, he almost seemed bored, maybe. "Hey dude, are you listening!" A few people around them became quiet as the guy smacked his beer bottle against Hugh's Patches, causing a splash of beer to spill on his leather vest. "Ohh a Serg, huh? I can't see it." He started to burst out in laughter, taking a huge swig of his leftover beer.

The hooker he was with had quickly left and came back with a rag to wipe it off of Hugh's jacket. He let her do so with a nod of thanks and she smiled with a slight blush. But this only seemed to get the guy even more mad. "Hey pal! That's my whore! Don't just go taking other people's things, just because you got your patches out of a cereal box."

He ignored this man's bickering as he checked out his patches to make sure they didn't get stained up. Now everything was fine until this guy had reached over, shoving Hugh back, or tried to. Hugh was a man who stood at the height of 6'3 feet and weighed about 185 pounds, you try pushing that.

The guy who did was acting all badass until he realized it had no effect, it barely even did anything. It also didn't help when Hugh started to stare at him like he was about to witness his own death. "Ah look, man,...f-forget it. I think I had too much to drink." He gave his beer to the hooker and quickly left.

"Listen, thanks. I was about to ask for help. The guy was being too clingy and wouldn't let go." She tucked her fiery orange hair behind her ear and bit her lip, turning her chest into Hugh's direction. "Listen, if you every need anything, don't hesitate to ask me. My name's Ruby Rose." She placed her hand on his chest, sliding her pale fingers down to his belt. And with seconds later, her body was nearly glued onto his.

As much as he wouldn't mind what was about to happen next, he had other things to do. "Perhaps another time." She blushed and nodded as he patted her hand and left towards Ryker.

"Pardons Sir, have you seen Prez?" He nodded to Vendetta in a 'Hello' way almost, but also in an 'Excuse my interruption'.

"Want anything Serg?" The bartender asked.

"Nรญ hea" 'No', he spoke in his Irish tongue out of habit.

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She started her day off the same way, sitting on the side of her bed, just thinking about some things. She often thought about her brother, Stephen and how her life would be if he was still alive. She wept silently to herself every single time her brother crossed her mind as she loved him dearly and deeply with all of her heart and was very much sad when he was taken away from her with an instant. She'll never forget that phone call she had gotten. Sam sniffled and wiped away her tears while getting up from the bed and walking over towards her bathroom, turning on the faucet. She cuffed her hands together then placed them underneath the running water, splashing some of it in her face then looking up into the mirror before her.

Sam shook her head with a sigh then turned the faucet off, reaching for a towel nearby and dabbed her face off. She sighed while now walking over and turning on the shower, letting the water get a bit warm before she steps in. After about ten minutes of showering, she stepped out and dried herself off, wrapping the towel around her petite frame afterwards. When she stepped foot back into her room, her younger brother, Steve was sitting on the bed and almost gave her a heart attack. "Hey there. Thought I told you about coming into my room." Her eyes glanced over towards him as he was holding a picture she kept. A picture of their older brother. "Give me that." She spoke through clenched teeth and snatched the photo away from him. "You cannot just come into my room and touch my things, Steve. God." Sam placed her hand on her forehead, sighing and sitting beside him.

"What's wrong?" She asked in a whisper tone as he looked towards her with knowing eyes. "You still involved with that gang, aren't you?" Steve asked in serious tone while Sam looked off to the side then back at Steve. "It's more than a gang, Steve. We're a family." She said then got up while walking over towards her closet and picking out an outfit to where to the party tonight. "I'm your family. They probably don't even care about you like I do." Sam turned around and folded her arms over her chest in the process. "They do too care about me. Steve, you do not have to worry about me, okay? I'll be fine." Steve got up from the bed in a bit of a rage as he walked past her. "Yeah, whatever." He walked out of her room and out of their apartment, not answering Sam's question as to where he was going. Standing against her closet door, she again sighed then picked out an outfit and changed into it.

After she changed and applied a little bit of makeup onto her face, she walked out of her apartment and down the trail of stairs and finally hit the pavement. She looked left and right before lowering her head, searching for her car keys as when she found them, she unlocked her car and got inside. Tonight was the party and she remembers her first one. Being timid and shy, not knowing what to do until a certain female took her underneath her wings and showed her the way. Sam smiled a little at the reminiscing thought then stuck the keys into the ignition and drove off of the parking lot.

She wanted to drive her bike to the party but decided against it. After a few minutes of driving, she was at the hangout and parked, already seeing people filled up inside. Sam got out of her car and locked it with the simple click of a button then proceeded her trek on inside, waving at a few familiar faces then going ultimately behind the bar, where she stood and straightened out her outfit. She wore nothing more than a muscle, gray t-shirt and a pair of blue jean short shorts that went well over her ass and a pair of heeled boots, black in color. A male came up to the counter and she smiled while asking him what he'd like to drink. The male responded that he'll like to drink her and Sam looked off to the side, chuckling and shaking her head. "Honey, you wouldn't even know how to handle me." She cooed as the male nodded his head and ordered a drink instead.

Sam fixed him his drink and handed it to him then looked out at the crowd. It felt nice to be back in this scene and she didn't miss a step, or so it seemed like it. She loved this feeling this atmosphere was giving her at the moment and hoped that nothing or no one was going to mess things up tonight. She'd hate to punch someone in the face tonight but if they asked for, she wasn't going to hesitate to do it even if they didn't provoke her. After standing before the bar like a rookie, she eventually went out and mingled with the rest of the crew, talking and laughing right along with them.

She even brought them drinks whenever they asked for a couple more rounds. She saw that Hugh didn't want anything to drink and walked over towards him and leaned against the counter with her back and elbows propped on the counter. "Hey there, Hugh. Everything okay with you?" She asked him but didn't want to pry too much as she waited for a response.

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OOC:A collabration post with TheCrimsonLady and divinedarkness
Levi found himself bored and suffocating. All of it, the noise, the smell, the taste, It was overwhelming for the loner he was. He knew he had to swallow it down, he had to get use to this, but right now, it was a lot. He watched alot of girls on the pole, that was fun, for all the good it did. He thought about getting something to drink, but that would end badly, for sure. He and Alcohol were never friends and he wouldn't be befriend it tonight. He saw the pretty latina girl, Angela, if memory served, tatted people here and there and he thought about getting one. Of what, he didn't know. He just thought he should, just because. He shook his head to himself and decided, he'd just get some air.

He had to shoulder through the throngs of people entering the chapel, before he finally made it outside.

He took a breath, and the air was still filled with smoke and booze, but there were notes of freshness and made him feel less like he was suffocating and more like he was going to die ten years early for the second hand....A decided improvement in his mind.

Just as he was about to solider back inside and get that tattoo that he wasn't sure of. He heard something. The all too familiar sound of...

"Fuck off, Danny!" It was a woman's voice and that was all Levi needed, but to make matters worse, he heard the crack of a hand against soft skin.
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Without a moment's hesitation, Levi followed the sound, only to have his stomach lurch. It was a pretty blonde, her face was red as if she had indeed been struck.

Levi didn't ask questions after that. He knew what happened and what was going to happen if he didn't do something right now.

He answered that, with a simple. "Hey!"
Stevie had closed her eyes and figured the less she fought the sooner it would be over. She rested her head against the side of the building biting her lip and trying hard to pretend she was anywhere but there in that moment. Most people would ask why she didnโ€™t fight back, but wasnโ€™t that how most ended up dead. It wasnโ€™t that she couldn't fight back, but sheโ€™d learned that fighting men twice as big as her only ended in her being severally injured. Sheโ€™d lost count of how many times sheโ€™d been taken advantage of since her brother had been locked up.

"Hey!" she heard followed by Dannyโ€™s no longer touching her. Her first thought was "fuck"
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Clark had found them and now sheโ€™d have to explain to him why she was out there with some strange guy who heโ€™d never seen before. Most people in SAMCRO who knew Stevie and had watch her grow up with in the club, had this idea of her, that aside from her foul mouth and occasional partying, she was still very much Blondie Cordovaโ€™s little girl. Hell, theyโ€™d never even seen her with a boyfriend. So that idea that she was a drug addict would be surprising to most, despite her involvement in the club.

Danny stumbled to the ground, Levi, red faced, breathing hard, his entire body tensed, hardened by years of impromptu fist fights, started for him. He didn't let him get up, he didn't need questions answered, not verbally. He grabbed the man by his jacket, tossing him to the ground.

"I'm gonna fuck you up, you son of a bitch!" The man said, Danny, as the woman called him as he finally got to his feet, and gave a dizzied swing in Levi's direction, Levi dodged, the one, but the other struck true, he was dazed for a moment, but recovered, only to be rammed against the wall, Levi brought down his fist on the back of the guy's head, once, twice, while Danny sent blows to his ribs. Levi coughed, but turned his body sharply, knocking Danny off of his balance, hemming him against the wall. Levi grabbed his throat, and squeezed, hard. Danny fought, swinging on him, but Levi held fast, until finally Danny went limp and Levi let go.
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They both went down in a heap, but only Levi was still conscious. He went over to him, checked to make sure that he didn't in fact just kill a man...Danny would live...yay, before he assessed himself. He had a few bruises, nothing a little ice couldn't cure, and his nose, while wasn't broken, was bleeding but his lip was busted.

He was fine. He got up, ran his hands through his sweat soaked curls, rolled his shoulders before he turned to the woman, he stood there a moment, looking at her, unsure how to continue, but mostly, he was still heated from the fight. Image "Are you okay?" He asked carefully after a moment hoping he gotten to her in enough time that he hadn't actually molested her. Levi wasn't so sure he'd let him live after that. He'd witnessed his mother being raped so many times, that it turned his stomach. She didn't call it rape, but he did. She said no, that was enough for him. If a woman- should he be so lucky- so much as shook her head, it would kill any 'excitement' he had down below, so how a guy could keep it up when she was telling him to stop, he didn't understand and didn't want to.

When she opened her eyes though it wasnโ€™t Clark, or Ryker, or even Angela. In fact it wasnโ€™t any of the members she was familiar with. It was Schoolboy, a newer recruit of the Sons, she hadnโ€™t officially met and had only ever served a few drinks too if that. She didnโ€™t understand why the hell he was helping her though. The fact that he was still sober enough to realize what was going on between her and Danny was also fairly surprising to her. She stood there, watching him defend her. She wished he hadnโ€™t, but at the same time she was grateful for his intervening. As the fight came to a quick closing and Danny was limp on the ground she finally snapped herself back into reality. He was new and she didn't want him knowing a damn thing about her. She was quick to kneel to the ground and grab her bag of coke stuffing it quickly into her bra, hoping her hadn't already noticed it. When she stood back up and glanced to him her was looking at her and she bit her lip looking away, hating the way he was looking at her, like he could already see through and she wasn't sure what it was that reminded him of her brother.

"He didn't....I can call someone if you want...A friend maybe?" Why he was still talking he didn't know, so he stopped, swallowed, and ran his hand, again through his hair.

She smirked as she blew out a breath of smoke walking over to him and pausing in front of him. She glanced to Dannyโ€™s unconscious body as she took another drag off her cigarette, before glancing back to him and blowing out yet another cloud of smoke, which for a moment occupied the small amount of space between them.

โ€œHe didn't.โ€ she replied simply ending that conversation and Levi took a breath. That was good, oddly enough, while he wasn't looking for a showing of affection, or something dramatic to show that she was happy he helped, she didn't seem particularly grateful.
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โ€œI donโ€™t need you to call anyone, but thanks dad.โ€ She breathed, sarcasm dripping from her lips. Then she leaned in, a slender finger curled around his lip, expertly flicking the blood away, her lips dangerously close to his, like she might kiss him. He could smell the cigarette smoke, but unlike usual, it didn't turn him away. Her closeness excited him, with the added blood from the fight already pumping, making it worse.
โ€œNext time you decide to save meโ€ฆโ€ she trailed off, her voice smooth as silk, before she dropped her cigarette, stomping on it, with the high heel of her boot before, she turned from him, tossing a glance over her shoulder.

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She had to admit he was insanely good looking, she appraised him for a moment before she gave a sharp โ€œDonโ€™t.โ€ she said wondering if heโ€™d. go after her or just leave her alone.


To say, Levi was confused would be an understatement of biblical proportions. The confusion gave way to anger, a soft anger like one might have when a sibling did something stupid and nearly got themselves hurt, or in this case, when his mother getting out of an abusive relationship only to end up with some lazy loser.

"Wha....Wait....You wanted that to happen?" He called after her, shoving a thumb in the unconscious Danny's direction. The confusion in his voice making her smirk and she knew men well enough to know he was going to come after her and she was half excited to argue with him. She liked to fight, it was something she was way too good at doing and it was how she picked someone's brain, she'd learned a long time ago that you could learn a lot about a person by the way they argued or didn't argue.
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For whatever reason, his feet carried him her direction, his arm curled his fingers around her wrist, firm yet gentle, he gave a quick tug to turn her around and kept a enough distance that if she swung, she could hit him, but still not in her personal space which was what he would generally try to do with people as a whole but this girl was....perplexing. She felt him grab her wrist and the heat and electricity she felt in his touch half startled her and made her heart race in her chest as he spun her back to face him. Her smirk had disappeared. She was way too close to him, close enough to see the bruises in the dark, close enough to smell cheap hooker on him, and more importantly close enough to feel and intoxicating heat between them.
"Now, I don't expect a thank you, or anything, but you actually look like you're pissed off with me?" He scolded and in the back of his mind, he wished he would stop talking. "He tried to...hurt you....Am I mistaken?" And there he went, using words no one around here uses.

She ripped her wrist from his grip, taking a small step back creating distance between them.
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"Listen hun, I don't mean to be a bitch. But I didn't need your fucking help." she spat and Levi rolled his eyes. "If I'd have needed your help I'd have asked for it." She shrugged as if she stumbled down the stairs or something. "He does that all the time, I had the situation under control. Of course I didn't want it to happen, but it could have been worse." she said practically excusing Danny's behavior.

She was honestly a little confused as to what he was so worried about what happened to her. Mostly because, when it came to the Sons, you had to be touch you had to be able to hold your own. Sure you defended your family, but there wasn't exactly a lot of defending when it came to the parties, because everyone was always way too drunk to react to things happening that shouldn't be.

Levi gaped at her as if she had three heads.

"That was exactly what I was trying to-"

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"Listen Pretty boy, your cute. But, cute isn't going to make it here." she said honestly "Guys like you shouldn't be helping out a girl like me, they'll mistake that as a weakness." she said holding his eyes. "Don't be a hero, just be a biker." she said with a sigh. "Now if you'll excuse me, I needed to get to work." she said simply, as she turned to leave him there yet again and this time, he wouldn't stop her, not physically anyway. He turned from her, officially done arguing with her,
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Oddly enough as he walked away, he found some humor in this, a comedic dark irony. He saved her, and yet, she was telling him how to survive this world.

Shaking his head some, he stopped, faced the direction she was going, with a chuckle.
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"Don't be a hero....just be a biker...Do I look like a biker to you?" He said then made his way toward the chapel himself, to clean his wounds, and for some needed alcohol.

He took a seat at the bar where the Serg was sitting. He gave him a nod in greeting but otherwise remained quiet after raisng a two fingers ordering a drink.

He didn't even get the girl's name....

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It wasn't long before he took Vendetta over to Angela and the New Kid making his way through the crowd, parking his arise right next to Hugh, he looked as if he got his ask kicked and barely won the fight. He could only assume it was over a girl. That's what it seemed when he saw Stevie walk in just before him.

With a slight chuckle, he leaned over to whisper in Sam's ear, stopping her from going if she were to do so. His hand lightly rested on her hip, letting his fingers graze the little flesh that showed. "Check if we got that Irish Ale, love." He laid it on thick, his Irish accent, as he pull down her shirt that had ridden up on her in the back. Then leaned his side against the bar looking down on the New Kid. "Stevie, she's a bruit. Fair warning, ladฤ“. She doesn't take kindly to boy'os." He chuckled again and walked off back to his original seat in the shaded corner. If there was one thing he knew about woman, was they always went for a man that would snatch them up and show them who's boss. To treat them like woman and not little girls.

Not long after sitting there, his phone started to vibrate and ring in his pocket. "What is it?" "It's me, are you busy? We need to talk, I got that information you've been looking for." "..." Hugh looked around with his eyes and then got up from his seat. Making his way through the crowd he headed outside and into the work shop. "What did you find out?..." "Mhm..." "Aye, I'd do so." "Slรกn"

It would look like that he'd had to leave the Sons for a while and make a quick travel, just not anytime soon. The only problem was getting permission and to explain why without much detail involved. Hugh clinched his fist after putting his phone away, taking a deep breath as he shook it off and headed back in. Deciding to check up on the Prez.

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"Hugh me boyo, when the time comes, you'll understand everything. Until then, just come." His dad spoke as he started to gather everything he could carry. Without much thought, Hugh at the time did the same thing. There was no time for him to act on his feelings, even though it was a bit horrifying the way he dad was acting, his hands shook, he had wild eyes and smelt of iron with a hint of dirt. At the time, he didn't understand that his father was somewhat covered in blood and looked like he just stepped out of a grave hole.

"Are you ready Uachtarรกn?" Prospect asked, he was looking just as horrifying as his father. Breathing heavy, sweating and wanted to hurry up and get the hell out.

"Hurry up Hugh!" He quickly grabbed both of their bags, tossing one to the Prospect. The Gardaรญs should be coming soon, we have no time to tallywag."

The two went their separate ways and long passed after a few days or so, the next thing Hugh remembers is seeing the Old President of S.o.A. It was in the middle of the night and everyone made due not to make any noise. It was hell crossing boarders and still Hugh didn't understand why, all he could do was assume.

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He shook the memories away and knocked on the Prez's door waiting for a reply if he were even there.

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Stevie collected herself, Levi had confused her, but she wouldnโ€™t let him ruin her night. The truth of it was she honestly loved her life and being around SAMCRO. That was what drew people to her, her love for every single member no matter what theyโ€™d done. It was clear that she didnโ€™t take life too seriously, she just enjoyed it. She quickly slipped into the bathroom and into one of the private stalls cutting lines of coke on the steel colored toilet paper dispenser. She lend down snorting three perfect lines, before coming back up.

Her nose burned, but she felt incredible. Her senses were cleared and she felt invincible which was just the slightest bit dangerous, because she could smart off and end up pissing someone off. She slipped out of the stall and looked herself over in the mirror one more time. Despite the close encounter outside or the fact that Levi had her head else where she looked fucking incredible and she smirked, running a bit of lip gloss of over her crimson colored lips, before stuffing it back into her bra and heading out to start the night.

She ducked out of the bathroom heading up to the bar, passing Something spiritual and steeped in meaning...I'm thinkin' a cat licking its asshole right here on his forehead." she heard Ryker say making her smirk. She watched him Vendetta shove him away and she shook her head already feeling a million times better. She picked up Rykerโ€™s cigar for him and handed it back to him. โ€œPlay nice boys.โ€ Stevie teased, before smacking Angelaโ€™s ass in passing, she loved the girl to death and was fairly close with her.

She continued to the bar, excusing the other girl who was behind the bar to take over for her. She saw Levi sitting at the bar but she didnโ€™t bother acknowledging him. She hoped heโ€™d leave what had happened, outside and he wouldnโ€™t bring it up the rest of the night. She did her usual routine, pressing her lips to her index finger and middle finger, before pressing her fingers to the face of her father in a picture of all of the members SAMCRO that was taken weeks before heโ€™d died, it hung in view for everyone to see. She then turned the music up a little louder, putting something a little more lively on. The music started as she started mixing drinks for a few of the members. People seemed to like when she DJ during the parties, because she knew what to play and what to keep off the speakers.

It was quite a show watching her and it was clear sheโ€™d been there forever, she could mix a mean drink and the tips she counted at the end pf the night was proof of that, well that and her looks.
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Sam eyed Ryker as he looked at her. Staring at the man made her a bit afraid of him as he had cold, piercing eyes. She gasped softly to herself then saw as he wiggled his eye brows towards her then she rolled her eyes. She honestly hoped that people didn't think that she was falling for the Irishman though she wouldn't mind it since she'd finally belong to someone but that has to happen at the right time and not be forced. She sent over another bartender to top off Ryker's drink but he grabbed Vendetta out of his seat and dragged him over towards Angela's station, where she was doing tattoos. Sam screamed a bit then cleared her throat as she saw the display.

While sighing through her parted lips, her eyes saw Levi come back into the scene then shortly after saw Stevie, as well. 'Hm?' She thought to herself then felt the Irishman's hand graze upon her flesh as she eyed him, biting her bottom lip. Hearing his command, she rose herself up from the counter top and replied. "Yes, Sir." She'd wink towards him then walk to the back, searching for the requested bottle of liquor. She found it then proceeded back out to the bar and Hugh was gone. 'Really?' She sighed then sat the bottle of Irish Ale down on the counter beside her while walking over towards Levi now, seeing his wounds and shaking her head.

Her eyes caught signal for him to get something to drink as she sat down a glass and pour some liquor into it then slid it towards him. "Something tells me that you're going to need more than that." She smiled while sitting down two shot glasses and pouring more liquor into them then grabbed one herself, holding it out towards him before taking the shot for herself. "Ah..." Escaped over her lips as she poured herself another one and Levi, once he took the first shot.

"You seem like you need a friend right about now." Sam inquired while walking around the bar and sitting down beside Levi now. "If you wish to talk, I am here." She leaned over and whispered towards him then looked at him in his eyes with a bit of a worried look plastered upon her face.

"Give me a moment." Sam said while walking away from Levi and going outside to her car and getting her cigarettes and lighter. She walked back in and a male had tapped her on the ass as she stopped in her tracks and turned heel, smiling at the male. It was Diego. Someone she had encountered with intimately once before. "Not tonight. I have bigger fish to fry then you shrimp." She looked down at his crotch region then back up at him. "If you catch my drift." She didn't keep her comment silent as most of the bikers knew what she was referring to. Sam walked away after a wink as the bikers surrounding him began to tease him.

"Sorry about that." Her eyes looked over at Stevie as she had came back onto the scene, looking somewhat like she was close to being stoned. 'Oh, shit. Not tonight.' She thought to herself then put a cigarette in her mouth, lighting it up and blowing the smoke through her parted lips, extending her pack out and offering Levi one.

"So, what's on your mind, Levi? And be upfront with me." She asked while wondering to herself if the fight was with Stevie. Hearing the jams getting cranked up by Stevie, Sam leaned in closer to Levi and talked in his ear. "Want to go somewhere private and talk?" She'd ask him as she didn't mind but no one could really hear themselves think in this type of environment - Especially her. She really wanted to know what was going on with Levi but didn't want to pry as she normally do.

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Angela sat content for a while people watching but fast became bored. She looked out in the crowd for someone to reel in for a drink or possibly a tattoo. She vaguely noted the out of place prospect. From what she knew about him, it would be a surprise if he passed his initiation. He had been ejected from college recently and reluctantly returned home to the life. He was the son of a member though, an original no less, so the club seemed willing to give the benefit of the doubt there was some surly biker underneath his pretty boy exterior. At present he was looking annoyed with even being there so she did not initiate contact.

Hugh, or Reaper, the Serg-at-Arms came in; he had a serious, no-nonsense mentality. He was the one person she didn't feel completely comfortable cracking jokes with. But he was Irish and their two cultures shared a love for drinking so she thought she might be able to sway him to let loose. No such luck as some drunk idiot engaged him in a fight that he quickly realized he shouldn't have started it. At that point the Irishman was put in a right cranky mood and once he sent the man fleeing away with one sardonic look, headed for the bar.

Not moments later her eyes caught sight of another familiar person, her friend Stevie and her hopes were lifted. Stevie was a blond bombshell of a girl, hard to miss in a crowd. She was as sweet as a biker girl could be, taking care of her druggie mom by day and tending to the bar at night. Usually she was down for some dancing. "Stevie! Stevie!" Angela called out from her spot and waved, but apparently her voice did not carry over the din of music and voices. The blond was too intent on whatever her mission was to notice her friend, mind burdened by some heavy thought as she headed to the back door.

She scanned the crowd for someone else to join her and saw Sam come in for her shift. Sam was a croweater with one foot in and one foot out the club; like the prospect, she had been a student with a familial tie to the gang. She had a salty attitude that Angela liked and was excited to see her enter. She opened her mouth to say hi but the brunette swept past her with a proverbial storm cloud over her head, deep in thought, late for her shift perhaps.

Angela sighed heavily, took another drink of her beer and stared off into space for a while until she saw the solitary road captain at the bar stand up and start to walk in her direction. She scooted up in her chair some, alert, her hope for the evening reignited. She inconspicuously tugged the front of her white tank top down to reveal a little more of her tattooed chest, blue and red swallows sweeping from her collarbone. She didn't know much about Vendetta, or V, since he wasn't one for much social interaction. His straightened shoulders and purposeful stride gave away some sort of strict upbringing or military service. However, his head was normally tilted down like someone who didn't want to draw attention to themselves. He was so quiet it was easy to overlook him among the rowdy bikers, but she wouldn't have minded getting to know him a little better.

For a moment he lifted his dirty blond head to meet her gaze with a subtle smile and she returned it with a casual tip of her beer and nod,the corner of her lips tugging upwards. He veered slightly off track though, heading not towards her but the bathroom down the hallway left of her. She turned in her chair to watch him as he walked past then slid back down in her seat with another dejected sigh.

"Dios mio." Angela muttered under her breath after a little while longer of sitting alone. She set down her beer with a little more force than she intended to, the bottles on the table clinking and rattling the surgical tray with her needle on it. What the fuck was going on with everyone tonight? She sat pouting for a minute, then decided maybe she was better off going home. But before she had hardly stood up, Ryker showed up to save the party for her, with the stringent Vendetta in tow, both of them crashing onto the table in a cascade of beer bottles. "Angela, goddess divine! My friend here, he is looking to get a new tat...but it's gotta be something special you know? Something spiritual and steeped in meaning...I'm thinkin' a cat licking its asshole right here on his forehead."

She scurried to keep all of her stuff from falling off the table as it rocked and V managed to push Ryker off him. "Oye! Careful with the inks." she chastised them both, placing a finger on the metal tray to keep it from rattling. Despite the scolding there was a smile ear to ear on her face, glad to finally have a distraction. There was hope for the evening yet.

It was then she noticed Stevie was back inside again, having just come out of the bathroom. The sultry blond came back over and picked up the VP's absconded cigar off the floor, handing it to him. Then she walked past Angela giving her a playful smack on the butt. Angela gave a friendly nod and smile to her friend, though as she looked away gave her a curious look. She seemed perkier than she was earlier which Angela guessed was a good thing, but it left her wondering what her friend had been so preoccupied about. She would have to ask her later.

Angela turned her attention back to V and Ryker. "You're right Ryker, your friend here needs some ink.." She tapped her lower lip with her index finger thoughtfully, looking at V's rigidly composed body slowly up and down like an artist at a blank canvas. "Your first suggestion.. I don't think will do. Is.. ehh, how you say..? Estupid, not espiritual." Angela for all her deviant behavior seemed to have an unusual amount of religious symbolism imprinted on her skin, including that of a prayer written in Spanish on her left wrist, a vignette of Santa Muerte in the sleeve on her upper right arm, and a hidden rosary that wrapped around her ankle onto her foot: reminders of where she came from. She stepped towards V, still contemplatively looking at him. "I think your friend he like something he can hide.. something not obvious.." she stopped in front of him, one hip stuck out to the side. Her dark eyes came back to his face with a mischievous twinkle in them as she smiled up at him."Something v e r y secret, like him."

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Levi sat in silence, not to be bothering the Serg. He always had a deep respect for the Serg, not that he didn't for the other leading members, but Serg, with his burly irish twang, seemed to be willing to give them the time of day. Vendetta, didn't seem to like Levi much at all, for reasons unknown to Levi himself, and Ryker, seemed much like the other members.

The Serg, reminded him of one of the protagonists in old westerns-despite being Irish, The wise old drifter whose quietly a badass.

As if called by his thoughts, Hugh walked over, standing near him at the bar.
"Stevie, she's a bruit. Fair warning, ladฤ“. She doesn't take kindly to boy'os." He said and Levi chuckled somewhat ruefully but said nothing to the contrary. He was learning that lesson, quite quickly. Levi's eyes flitted over to Stevie, as he now knew her to be called, had been. He looked back, deciding not to let his mind try to unravel that enigma.

As The Serg walked away, Sam, one of his oldest friends, sauntered over as she always does.
"Something tells me that you're going to need more than that." She smiled while setting down glasses, filling them up and then grabbing a glass for her self. Levi was grateful, Sam always knew just want to say. She knew him before all this, before the club, before school, they grew up together. She hadn't changed and he hoped to all the fanciful gods she never would. She was the only thing that made sense around here. Levi upended the glass, and without so much as a thought, Sam poured another with satisfied...."Ah..."
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"You seem like you need a friend right about now." She said and Levi chuckled again. "Story of my life, Sammy." He said as she sat beside him. "If you wish to talk, I am here." She leaned over, looking him in the eye. She looked worried, but he couldn't say about what though, he did just come out of a fight, and while she hadn't asked. She could probably read it all over his face.

He wanted to talk to her, tell her how he didn't know if this was a good idea, if he was cut out for this but then she spoke again.

"Give me a moment. She said and he nodded, taking another drink while he tried to keep his thoughts from Stevie and failing miserably.

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Why did she acted like that? How could she even want to be around any one of these people after something like that happened?

Why didn't she seemed to want to argue about it, did she want to fight?

Sorry about that." Sam said, breaking him from his thoughts. Levi followed her gaze to Stevie and he looked away and back at Sam, as she put a cigarette in her mouth, liting it and offering him one. He shook his head, slightly.
The drink was bad enough.
"So, what's on your mind, Levi? And be upfront with me." She said and Levi smirked, Leave it to Sammy to know he wouldn't tell her everything. He liked to shoulder everything, keep all of his problems to himself, but his arms were tired and Sammy seemed to want to bare some of the weight.

Suddenly the music was on Ten, causing Levi to turn. He watched in quite disgust as Stevie began to dance, the whole club watching. He didn't know what it bothered him, but it did. "Want to go somewhere private and talk?" Sammy asked and Levi sighed.

"Yes...Please." He said, if only to get out of the room. Oh God What am I doing here? He wondered as he grabbed a bottle and two glasses, following Sammy outside.

"Well....Sammy, I have no idea what the fuck I am doing." He said, with a sigh. "I don't fit here...You know that...Everyone knows that, actually...That girl Stevie, she was attacked, I...stopped it..." He said carefully expelling air from his nose.

"Then, she yelled at me...The guy was trying to rape her and she yelled at me....told me I shouldn't be a hero, just a biker...I don't know what the fuck is that supposed to mean...?" He said, running his hands through his hair and relented with a sigh.

"There's something up with you too, What happened....since we're sharing?" He said, offering her her glass. He decided he wouldn't need his much longer.

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Ryker recognized the diversion for what it was, a shift in subject to get the attention off of V. "Hmmm...I could always Mike Tyson it." He joked, tracing the curve of his brow with his middle finger. He stuck the cigar Stevie had so graciously handed back to him in his mouth. "Now, how about that light?"

Not a moment later, a question that had been posed in jest had him seriously contemplating a new addition on the road map that made up his body or at the very least a touch up. In truth, he relished the pain that came with tattoos. The needle digging into his skin reminded him what it was to be alive, reminded him what it was just to feel. Besides, one of the greatest lessons he had ever learnt since joining the club was that his wounds were often the openings into the best and most beautiful parts of him. It was time for some new scars. Ryker shrugged off his cut and jacket, entrusting them to Vendetta, before pulling his tee shirt over his head. "I think the logo needs some re-inking, would you mind?" He asked, giving the bar an eye full of just how dedicated he was to The Sons. The entirety of his back was eaten up by a massive reaper, the very same one that they all sported on their cuts, the words The Sons of Anarchy slicing across his shoulder blades and Redwood Original teetering on the small of his back. Angela happily obliged, breaking out a fresh needle as he straddled a chair in front of her. His eyes tracked V, Ryker smiling cheerfully as if to say, See? Not so bad. before he pulled a stool over beside his seat, offering it up for his friend before the tattoo artist set gun to flesh.

Not ten minutes into his session, a few laughs had and beers shared, the entire club fell silent as a set of blue and red lights illuminated the strip of effulgence peeking out from under the entrance door. The cops. They knew better than to show up in biker territory, it went unspoken. They had a few sheriffs in their pocket, a judge or two, just to keep the surprises to a minimum. Where was the heads up? He slowly rose, looking to his brothers. The President wasn't there, that meant it fell to him to handle whatever this was. He motioned for the gang to follow, not bothering to get dressed. Someone killed the music from behind the bar and the party goers that had been raveling outside filed in one by one before making way for Ryker, bodies parting like the red sea. His jaw was clenched tight, his fists were white knuckled with the sense of impending dread. As soon as he stepped out, the wind drug over his bare skin like a thousand tiny shards of glass. The headlights of a police cruiser blinded him, but he resisted the urge to put a hand up to shield his eyes. He could sense some of his brothers behind him, but he didn't look back to see how imposing they appeared left exposed by the unanticipated.

A lone officer, not one on their roster, stepped into the light; his body casting a shadow over Ryker's figure. He wore a look disquiet that rivaled Ryker's own. He wasn't there to make an arrest, which was made evident by his lack of peacocking or backup, which left only one other obvious mission. He was there to deliver bad news. "Boys," he started, sounding like there was something wedged in his windpipe. "I-Um, we found a bike out off 80 that uh...well a good ways away from that own the hill was a body. He was wearing a leather vest. One like one of yours. We weren't able to find any next of kin so..." He sighed heavily, looking rather flustered. "It's Clark Heath." Ryker had stopped breathing but he locked down his entire body, refusing to react in any way. The officer cleared his throat. "We were able to rule out vehicular manslaughter. It doesn't look like he crashed. Given the nature of the body, it's looking like this will be a homicide investigation."

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After the moment of being outside smoking his Cigar, he'd knew something bad was going to happen, bust just didn't understand when. For a while, Hugh has been feeling a bit on edge and uneasy. So spotting the police car didn't set things too right for him. The boss has been missing and didn't bother saying a word about towards Hugh of where he was going or why. He had figured the cop wasn't here to arrest anyone, otherwise there would be more police or at least a backup. The cop was familiar to him, all too familiar. This cop had once tried to make Hugh turn into a rat, but that didn't go out so well. Later on that day Hugh had traumatized that cop into leaving him alone, but in a way this cop is like an inside dog for Hugh.

Getting off the bike, he took a long puff of the cigar and walked up to the cop.

"Boys..." He hesitated, unsure of how to say his next words. "I-Um, we found a bike out off 80 that uh...well a good ways away from that own the hill was a body. He was wearing a leather vest. One like one of yours. We weren't able to find any next of kin so..." Hugh tensed up, he had a feeling of what this man was about to say next, but he was hoping that he wouldn't.

"Prez." Clark Heath." The cop spoke and the same time Hugh mumbled. The worst part was he knew it and what was even more, the cop eyed him as if he were the one who did it, but then his eyes glanced over to how Ryker was acting. Clearing his throat he went on. "We were able to rule out vehicular manslaughter. It doesn't look like he crashed. Given the nature of the body, it's looking like this will be a homicide investigation."

Taking a slight step to the side Hugh's eyes changed, they were that of a man who was searching for death, death that he would create with his own hands. If his look wouldn't work, the air about him was nearly threatening. But his voice was kept normal as he spoke. "Oi ladฤ“, to even have Vehicular Manslaughter as an option is beyond me. But if you think we would let any of this slide and sit back knowing someone is out there roaming free after what they have done, you got another thing coming. His accent came on strong and if you were listening to it almost seemed like he was threatening.

Hugh walked over to Ryker and placed his hand on his shoulder, whispering in his ear. "You're in charge now, what's going to be your first order as our acting Prez?" He even made small eye contact with the boy'o. Hugh was one man who didn't care if cops were near, when something needs to be done, it gets done. This one of those times.

"Hey now!" The cop grabbed onto Hugh's arm. "Are you serious? Someone you know had just died and this is what you think of?" He shook his head and let go with a sigh. " Anyways, I'd need someone to come and verify the body or it would cause a lot of problems for me and you guys."

Hugh ignored the cop, he was in no mood for this. Instead, he slit his hair back with his right hand and took a puff of the cigar as he thought. This was a mess. If it were anyone's fault it would be Hugh's, he should have been there and now because he wasn't, he was going to have to punish those who took action. This is now times where human rights were no more. Animals being slaughtered to just eat would look more innocent than where Hugh was plotting. He sure as hell didn't get the reaper name for nothing.

Once he was done with his Cigar, he flicked it off and slit his hair back into a ponytail. He was ready for anything and this was a sign showing he was.

"Just don't do anything, not yet and if you do, I'd rather not know. Actually the less I know the better. I might be a cop, but this shit is too deep for me."

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Stevie continued to go about her night shift, joking with other bikers, flirting, and touching arms playfully pretending to be interested in their drunk conversation. Her eyes fell on Sam as she sat next to Levi and while she couldn't hear there conversation she could tell where it would end up and that made her the slightest bit jealous and she scoffed as they walked off. She poured herself a shot then taking it, not even wincing as it burned down her throat and she wonder where Clark was for a moment a worried feeling rushed over her, but as quickly as it was there the alcohol removed it.

There was an eerieness to the air that seemed to settle when the bar fell silent and the outside was illuminated by the familiar red and blue lights she'd seen so many times before. As the door opened and the police officer came into view Stevie was quick to tame the music so that she could hear. There were a million things the cops could be there for, however them not having warning meant it wasn't for a members arrest, but for something worse. There was a nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach, she'd been in that very same place, that very bar when the cops had came and said they'd found her father's body.

"well a good ways away from that own the hill was a body. He was wearing a leather vest. One like one of yours. We weren't able to find any next of kin so..." Her body froze and she bit her lip hating that she already knew what he was going to say. It had to be a dream she thought, a nightmare a really fuckd up one that she'd wake up from. " Clark Heath." the cop spoke the name and Stevie let out a soft whimper before covering her mouth. She took a step back fighting back tear, Clark was hr Godfather, he'd essentially been her second father.

She hadn't heard the rest of what the officer had to say, she was in shock, there was no way she thought to herself. She knew almost instantly that it was a murder, it was a rival gang the same why her father had gone out. "Anyways, I'd need someone to come and verify the body or it would cause a lot of problems for me and you guys."

The officer said bringing her back to reality and she'd missed everything Hugh had said, she'd heard it, but she hadn't really heard it. She took a step forward toward the small group made up of Ryker, Hugh, and the officer. "I'm his Goddaughter." she breathed her voice seeming weaker then normal. "I'll identify the body." she volunteered herself.

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Sam got up from her bar stool and walked outside, looking behind her and seeing Levi following her with a bottle of liquor and two drinks. She turned back to face the front of her and raised a brow while thinking to herself. 'He must got it bad if he has to bring the whole damn bottle.' She chuckled to herself at the thought while standing outside, leaning up against the building, back first.

Sam listened to Levi rant as it was best to let him finish before she added in her two cents, which if anyone knew Samantha for real, her two cents was coming soon. When she heard about what happened to Stevie, she lowered her head to the ground with sigh then raised her head back up as he seemed to be finish then asked her what was wrong with her. She raised a brow while accepting the glass that was offered to her as she chuckled lightly.
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"Uhm, let's deal with one problem at a time." Sam bit her bottom lip and breathed a bit before responding and Levi chuckled. He knew what was coming. He knew what she was going to say. "You belong here, Levi, if you didn't, trust me the club would make it known." She said while tapping her chin with her index finger, thinking of how to word her next sentence without sounding like a bitch. "Hm, well, you know people tend to say things they do not mean when they are vulnerable. And Stevie was vulnerable at that moment and probably a bit upset since she was fixing to get raped." Sam took a sip from her drink as she might need the whole bottle after this conversation. It wasn't like he hadn't thought of that, but still, it made him feel odd about everything. Clearly she was used to that sort of thing, was this a place he wanted to be? Where the women didn't expect much else?

"I am not sure myself what that means but do not be a softy in front of the guys, Levi. Do not let them see that you cannot handle this lifestyle. Okay?" Sam basically pleaded towards him with a worried look on her face now and Levi sighed. The second time, he's heard this. He could handle it, he didn't know if he could and stay himself but he wasn't going to tell her that. She thought hard for that, he'd left her have it.

"Now, onto my problem, I am just going through some things with Steve at home. Nothing major but he just hates that I am associated with SAMCRO. It's my decision and not his to tell me what is best for me. Hell, I am the oldest and I should be telling him what's best for him." She rambled a bit then chugged the rest of her drink down before grabbing the bottle and pouring more in her glass, chugging that down as well. Levi only smirked. He and Steve were close growing up. They went to the same school, in the same classes and apparently thought the same. Levi wasn't overly thrilled when she began to hang around, but there wasn't telling Sam anything. He let her grabbed the bottle

"Sorry, I just do not know what to do with him at this point. He walked out of our apartment and I do not know where he is or what he is doing. Every time I hear sirens in the distance, I am terrified that something has happened to him." She sighed while tossing the glass to the ground, smashing it then grabbing the whole bottle and chugging it but stopping to get some air. She sighed and then decided fuck the glass and snatching the bottle and upending it. He smirked. He loved Sam, he had no idea what he would do without her. Her eyes flashed towards Levi with a smile. She was almost drunk at this point. "So, besides what happened tonight, what else is happening in your life?" She asked with a raised brow out of curiosity. Levi frowned a bit, knowing she was trying to get off the topic. She always felt better handling someone else's problems, just as he did. He knew better then to think he could get away with that with her, and the same should go for her.

"Nothing, Sam, don't change the subject." He said, with knowing look. "Look, I'll call him up, tell him to get his scrawny ass home, then if he doesn't, I'll find, beat and drag him back home myself?" He said, playfully taking the bottle himself and rising it to his lips, with a shrug. "Okay?"He offered, slinging his arm over her shoulder, pulling her in with a familial side hug, and kissed her temple, as he always done. "He'll be fine, Steve's an asshole sometimes, but he's not stupid..."
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'Change the subject? Whatever.' Sam thought while shaking her head at Levi and eyed Levi. "Don't threaten him. That's only going to make things worse, Levi." She sighed while he took the bottle back away from her, a bit playfully as she smirked. She always liked Levi but never expressed her true feelings towards him but got a slight feeling that tonight was going to change all of that.

"Yes, I know that he is not stupid. Sorry but I just don't feel like talking about the situation anymore." Again, she changed the subject right after Levi hugged her and kissed the top of her forehead. Sam eyed Levi for a moment and a silence brewed over them it seemed like.

She wasn't going to talk about it anymore, and that was fine. Levi let it go this time, he'd still call Steve, and yes, he will threaten him, if only because of how worried sick Sam---
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Before he knew what happened, Sam got a firm grip in his cut -empty as it was-, tugged him down to her and pressed her lips, softly against his, then breaking the kiss nearly as fast as she brought it.
He hadn't even had time to kiss her back...

Levi, stood there, looking down at her, Sam, who was like a sister to him, family, the only real family he's ever had, and while sure, he thought she was beautiful, he could honestly say he hadn't thought of her that way but now, after that, and the alcohol coursing through his veins, she wasn't the Sam he remembered, she was...attainable.

"S-sam..."He managed as she lowered her head.
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She wiped her mouth with the inside of her hand then lowered her head to the ground, kicking the dirt below them a bit. "Sorry. I just.." She sighed and shook her head as she was still not ready to express her true feelings towards Levi. "You just....?" He needed some sort of explanation because that kiss, as brief as it was, made him want something he wasn't sure trusted at the moment. This was Sam. Goofy, wild and crazy Sam, that would tease him for not cutting his hair, that used to let him sleep in her room when his mother's boyfriend threaten to kill him that one time. He remembered when they'd tried to use the bathroom door to remove his tooth because it was loose and bothering him. It was Sam

"Nothing, never mind. Call Steve. Like, right now as I am worried." Sam ran her delicate fingers through her long locks of hair and still stood against the wall, bit her bottom lip in a flirty notion towards Levi.
The way she bit her lip was not lost on him, but he thought it would be best if he ignored it. They were both nice and buzzed though the shock of all this killed his buzz a bit, so he would leave it at that. She was drunk, and would probably need a ride home.

Why did she stick around with SAMCRO after Levi had became a prospect? She don't know as she wanted Levi bad and right now as he reached in his pocket for his phone, and was just about to dial Steve, Sam came over, laced her fingers between his belt loops and tugged him against her, looking into his eyes.

His hands feel to his sides, looking at her. His gaze fell down from her eyes, over her cheeks, landing on her lips. His heart raced. He wanted her. He wanted her right now but....this was Sam. He shouldn't. Not like this, not when he was fairly certain he hadn't romantic feelings for her, not when he was pretty sure, she didn't feel any for him, especially not when she was drunk.
"Sam," He said, trying to strengthen his resolve but failing when his gaze fell to her lips once more.
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"We shouldn't..." He said, his voice a whisper. He wanted to, but he knew the alcohol was talking, he just knew it, and it was taking everything in him, not to listen. She let out a soft sigh then eyed him as he said that they shouldn't continue what was about to go down between then. She nodded her head, fully understanding but he kissed her again and lifted her up towards him.
Sam knew they her and Levi shouldn't be making out at a time like this but her feelings for him never waived and nor will they ever waived. His hand rose to her face.
Tell her no
A small voice that sounded a lot like himself said as his thumb brushed over her lips.
Tell her no, Levi. it spoke again, but soon the voice was gone, and he kissed her, cupping her face in his hand, while the other slide down to the small of her back, almost lifting her to him.
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Again, Sam broke the kiss and Levi gave her a crooked unsure smirk, but it faded as her gaze shifted behind him. She peered her eyes at the officer that had approached the club house. She eyed Levi then raised a brow while grabbing his hand and walking back towards the inside, standing at the door as they walked into silence. Levi was grateful for it, he wasn't sure what just happened, why suddenly he wanted to do much more then kiss her, so the silence was a gentle reprieve...that is until the officer spoke.
"Boys" the officer began and Levi got a hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach. "I-Um, we found a bike out off 80 that uh...well a good ways away from that own the hill was a body. He was wearing a leather vest. One like one of yours. We weren't able to find any next of kin so..."
Sam, hearing his words then placed her hands over her mouth and nose with a gasp. Levi couldn't breath, only able to mouth the word 'Wha...'He felt like he was punched in the stomach
"Clark Heath"
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'The Pres is dead?' She thought curiously to herself then looked over towards Levi while rubbing a hand on his back. "You okay?" She asked him softly while wondering how was the club going to bounce back from this. Levi's mind was spinning.
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Her ears twitched as Hugh and the officer had got into it. She stood there and eyed Levi again. Levi was still in shock. Not Clark...it wasn't possible. "Maybe you should get closer over there." Sam suggested while letting go of his hand now and watched him to see what he was going to do.

Levi looked at her and blinked. He barely heard anything after all of that. Not a sound beyond what they were told. The President was dead.
The man who potential in Levi, who accepted him, gave him a job and a place to stay after failing at school. Hell he even gave him the name "Schoolboy", and admittedly, he hated the name but a name meant something. Clark was the only one to give Levi the time of day and now...
Clark was gone...
He felt like he were walking up the stairs in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. When your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.
His heart raced and he felt cold and he felt hot.
"Anyways, I'd need someone to come and verify the body or it would cause a lot of problems for me and you guys."
Levi wanted nothing more then to break that man's jaw just then for his pragmatism but he let it alone because then, in the silence, a soft voice rose up. Image
"I'm his Goddaughter." Stevie... her voice was so small and grief stricken, it broke his heart. "I'll identify the body." Levi looked to her and with that, he let an ocean of anger wash over the grief and sadness. Someone killed Clark...broke this girl's heart, and stole a brother -a father- from them. Someone, somewhere was going to pay for this. They just needed to find out who.

Levi waited a moment. "I'll take you, if you want..." He said cautiously. He was familiar with, he'd done it once when Steph, Sam's brother, took her and Steve to identify his body. Sam cried in his chest until she fell asleep. It wasn't easy to watch but she didn't want to be alone after that, and he couldn't imagine Stevie wanting to either and if he were honest, he knew the day would come, that it would be his turn, with his mother. He didn't think he'd want to be alone after that. It wasn't something anyone wanted to do alone, besides, he figured, there would be a meeting and he was only a prospect, there wasn't much else he could do at the moment anyway as far as helping them.