"I don't mind living in a man's world, as long as I can be a woman in it."
A hopeful new member with an affiliation to a neighbouring charter shows up in Charming, looking to get in with the infamous Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club. The only problem...
The deed has been done, and Tig wishes that he could take it back, especially after Sydney makes it her life's mission to show him just how wrong he was in thinking that he was doing the right thing.
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Tig barely made it back to the clubhouse after a near-miss with a minivan, and another two with pedestrians - even on the short drive. He ignored the greetings that he received from his brothers as he walked stiffly down the hallway and into his dorm where the crunching of glass beneath his boots pulled him from his haze. He felt his jaw clenching as he glared down at the remnants of the whiskey bottle; a bitter reminder of the night that had resulted in the dull pain in his heart - the pain that made him forget all about why he'd been given the pills in the first place. The pills. Sydney had been right, everything he'd witnessed that had pushed him into the decision was because of those fucking pills.
He stomped over to the nightstand, swiping the neon bottle with the intention of throwing it against the wall to join its shattered counterpart, when he was stopped dead in his tracks by the glint of Sydney's gold necklace staring up at him. He felt his heart crumbling all over again, the pain of the sensitive organ being ripped in half sending him doubling over. He regretted it all. He wished so badly that he would've just waited it out before giving in to his insecurities like a damn coward. He should've known that there would be no turning back, no pleading his case, no explaining things away - not to someone like Sydney.
He squeezed the bottle of offending pharmaceuticals until his hand began to shake as the shards of plastic punctured his calloused skin. He'd always known that he wasn't cut out for the happiness that a relationship brought, and this was exactly why; because he destroyed anything good that could ever find its way into his life.
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Sydney sat at her dining room table smoking a cigarette as she stared blankly off into the distance, into the nothingness, as she ran through everything from the last twenty-four hours - an act that she wished she hadn't been conditioned to do when she found herself grappling with an unfavorable outcome. Figure out what you did wrong, don't let it happen again, Happy had always told her.
She took a particularly long drag that, any other day, she likely would've choked on, but today, she had a little extra space in her chest. She'd thought that she was just feeling off about the club, but she now realized that the feeling she'd had in her gut the whole time was for something very different - something that she didn't want to accept.
