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First Old Lady Series III - A Sons of Anarchy Fan Fiction (Tig I)

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Tig POV

"Good morning, Sunshine." I groaned at the sound of an admittedly soft, but way too loud voice. My head was resting on the Formica tabletop as I squeezed my hands to my temples. There'd been a hell of a rager last night, and I had partaken with the best of them. I was now, however, suffering the consequences at a shithole diner that Chibs had drug me to. I waited for the ass to speak up and talk to the waitress, but didn't hear him.

Groaning again, I pulled my head up enough to rest just my chin on the table and looked for the Scot. He was no where to be seen. As I moved too quickly to straighten up, I squeezed my eyes in pain and scanned the room for him.

"Your friend is clearing out some space for his breakfast in the men's room." I heard the waitress say, and I looked up at her. Fuck. I was in no shape to be interacting with a woman like this. She had an hourglass figure with the kind of curves that a man could hold on to, thick dark hair that came to just about her shoulders that was tipped with blood red dye, and some impressive ink going down one arm. Dark chocolate eyes looked at me with an eyebrow raised. She caught my expression, which I hadn't schooled, and was amused by it.

She nodded to the table and the two empty mugs in one hand, a coffee pot in her other. "You and your buddy want some caffeine to start through your system to handle that hangover, blue eyes?" She asked. I nodded and she set the two mugs down, pouring hot, steaming coffee into both.

"Ready to order?" She asked next and I couldn't come up with the words to respond. She was fucking stunning and my brain just couldn't get its shit together from all the alcohol I'd consumed the night before. She must have figured out that I wasn't able to communicate like a damn human, so she nodded her head. "I'll give you a minute." She said and walked to another table. Shit, even her walk was perfect.

I was staring out the window when Chibs walked up, a groan coming from his own mouth as he rested his forehead on the table. "Why do we do tha' to ourselves?" He asked and I shrugged.

"'Cause it's fun?" I asked and he chuckled.

"Thanks for ordering. The lass said our food woul' be out soon." I looked at him, confused. I hadn't ordered anything but the coffee. As I was about to question him on it, a delicate hand reached in front of me and placed the most massive breakfast burrito I've ever seen down. I looked up to see our waitress, Carmen if her uniform was right, place a similar plate in front of Chibs.

"I didn't order this," I said, pointing to the two plates. She chuckled.

"No, you didn't. But you and your friend were going to, because the two of you are clearly needing something in your systems besides bile and alcohol." Chibs let out a chuckle as he grabbed a bottle of hot sauce. I hesitated and she continued. "Trust me, Blue. You're gonna' be glad you did." With that, she walked back to the counter, where another table's food was waiting for her.

I looked to Chibs, not quite sure what to make of what just happened. He shrugged at me and started eating. "Is' the best place for wha' ails us, brother." He said and I picked up my fork.

"How'd you find this place?" I asked, not having been here before.

"Accident," he muttered at me. "I was tooling around on ma bike and saw it abou' a month ago. Been coming in once or twice a week since. The cook's the best there is for breakfast, and Carmen can tell what you need to eat jus' by lookin' a' ya."

I took a large bite of the breakfast burrito in front of me and I swear my eyes rolled back into my head. It was the perfect combination of egg, meat and potatoes. There were small peppers in it that hit the back of my throat going down and the moment it all hit my stomach, I started to feel like a human being again. Chibs was right. Carmen nailed it.

For the rest of the meal, the only sound to be heard at our table was the scraping of forks and the grunts of pleasure. Twice, Carmen came back and filled our coffees, never letting them get lower than half full. I watched as she interacted with the customers and staff. She was friendly and sassy and people were eating out of her hands. The woman could work a room.

When we finished our meals, Chibs got up to pay at the register. I was looking out the window, no longer in pain, but comfortably filled and thinking about whether a nap was in order as he handled it. It was taking a little bit, so I turned back to see what the issue was and saw Chibs standing there, appearing to be in a small dispute with Carmen. She was shaking her head and him. She actually made a shooing motion with her hands, as if it didn't have any impact on her sense of self that she was talking to a Son.

I got up from the table, leaving a five for a tip, and walked over to the register in time to hear Chibs say, "Lass, we can pay fer our own food."

Carmen raised her eyebrows at him and responded. "Yep, you're certainly capable. Now, get out." There was a smile on her face, taking the heat out of the fact that she'd just told us to get lost.

"There a problem here?" I asked, looking to Chibs and the waitress.

"The lass won' let me pay for our meal." Chibs muttered, clearly frustrated.

I looked to Carmen who looked back without any change in expression. "Why?" I asked.

"I was over the line in ordering your food for you." She shrugged and smiled, wrinkling her nose at me in a playful way. "I tend to be a bit bossy. Consider this my treat, with a promise to at least attempt to let you have a choice in the matter the next time."

I was about to argue when she made the damn shooing motion at me. "Scoot. You two have better things to do than argue with a stubborn woman."

I looked at Chibs with wide eyes, trying to figure out what the hell was going on, when a woman from another table came up and asked Carmen for some sweetener. Carmen smiled at the two of us again and then moved over to help the woman, clearly dismissing us from her mind. Since it was clear that we weren't going to get anywhere with the woman, we headed out to our bikes.

"She always like that?" I asked Chibs and he gave a partial nod.

"She's alwas' bossy, that's fer sure." He muttered and started up his ride. I looked back into the windows of the diner, seeing Carmen give a male customer a large smile with a pat on the shoulder. The man was captivated by her, something easily seen in his body language from even this distance. I shook my head and started after Chibs, thoughts of soft brown eyes and a winning smile in my head.