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artemiswinnick · 8 years ago

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A Bartender in Charming (1/?)

Author’s Note: SO... this is my first attempt at this. Feedback is welcome!

Summary: Lily is a bartender just trying to make ends meet. So when she gets offered a job making drinks at the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse, she doesn’t let the club’s bad reputation intimidate her.

Pairings: ChibsxMainCharacter

Warnings: No smut yet, just a bit of cursing. (Don’t worry, the smut is on it’s way and when it gets here it will be appropriately tagged so you can skip right to it if you want :)

First Day On the Job

Lily: A bar at a mechanic’s shop... Sounded like a string of DUI’s in the making. At least, that’s what I thought when I first found out Teller-Morrow was hiring bartenders. The Sons of Anarchy had their headquarters their, as everyone in Charming well knew, but I had only hesitated for a second before letting Gemma Teller know I was available. College wasn’t cheap and if dealing with a few drunk bikers was all I had to fend off, I was willing to put up with it for a regular paycheck.

Still, I was nervous on my first day on the job. I’d gotten up early that Saturday morning and messed around in my closet for a bit. It only took me few moments to realize that I should treat this like any other bartending job I’d done. Thus, I put on the uniform of bartenders everywhere: black skinny jeans, black tank top, and hair swept out of the way into a ponytail. No fuss, no muss-- though should there be any muss, black hid splashes of booze pretty well.

Arriving twenty minutes early, I parked in Teller-Morrow’s drive and walked up to the office next to the mechanic’s shop. Everything was still shuttered and for a moment I freaked out. What if Gemma wasn’t here? The thought of having to wander around the MC’s clubhouse without her scared the shit out of me.

My fears were immediately dispelled when I saw the office door was propped open. Gemma lounged languidly in her office chair, a mess of papers spread out in front of her and a cigarette pinched between her lips. I knocked on the door to announce myself.

“Hey, Gemma,” I greeted her, stepping into the office.

She looked at me over her glasses. “You’re early.”

“I thought you might wanna show me the ropes before I started,” I explained. With a sigh, she stood from her chair and crossed over to the door, taking a drag from her cigarette.

“Alright, follow me,” She said, exhaling as she passed and leaving me, literally, in a puff of smoke. I jogged after her across the driveway, past the row of black motorcycles parked like so many crow’s perched on a power line. She breezed through the clubhouse’s open doorway and through the main room to the bar that was set farther back.

Just like I had suspected, this place was all wood paneling and distressed black leather. The wall off to the side was graced with a collage of photographs. Upon further inspection, they were all mugshots of SAMCRO members. Hm. So this was what the infamous Sons of Anarchy Clubhouse looked like from the inside.

I followed Gemma behind the bar.

“As you can see, there aren’t a whole lot of ropes for me to show you,” Gemma took another drag, putting her free hand on her hip as we both took in the unimpressive bar.

“Hm,” I said, non-comitally. Gemma chuckled, blowing an elegant stream of smoke into the air.

“Anyway, there’s the ice-maker,” She pointed to a machine under the bar. “The glasses are in these cabinets back here...”

“Shakers, too?” I asked. Gemma nodded.

“Yep, got a couple of those. We’ve gota few of the nicer bottles up here, too.” I followed her gaze to a pretty bottle of Patron, a half-full Ciroc, and at least five stoppered champagne bottles all covered with dust.

“Not big fans of bubbly around here?” I asked, smiling a little.

“The boys like their beer, and if it’s not beer, then it’s harder shit than champagne,” She confirmed. “The other thing they love is their coffee. The maker’s on the counter here, coffee’s in the cupboard. The rest of the booze is in the utility closet back before the hallway turns into the dorms... Do you think you can manage the rest by yourself?”

“Absolutely,” I responded to her rapid-fire instructions with more confidence than I actually had. She looked me over for a moment, leaning on the counter and puffing on her cigarette. I stood straight and tall, willing myself as well as her to believe that I could handle this.

“I got this. I tended bar in three different places before this,” I assured her with a smile.

“Alright, then,” She said, pushing off the counter and walking away from the bar.

“I’d put on a pot of coffee if I were you,” She added just before exiting the clubhouse.

Hello darlings!

Thanks for reading! Sorry for the slow start, but stick around. Chibs’ll definitely be in the next installment.

Love,

Artemis

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