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PINEY WINSTON.

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He kept his mouth shut, knowing that if he continued to joke around she’d probably get even more pissed. But then she mentioned getting something and his ears shot up. Eating dinner was one thing. Not having sex was a whole other thing, even if he already had a fair share tonight. “You’re all worked, c’mon, baby, lemme help you release all that.” He knew they’d end up in bed together by the end of this argument. Not that he was complaining by any means. “I forgot, I’m sorry.” How many times could he apologize to her without sounding like a broken record?

“Well consider this a rare occasion. You know how it is, I’m the VP, Mare. I can’t just leave when I wanna.” He felt bad lying to her but there was no other option. If she knew the truth, she’d probably castrate him. “It’s just dinner. I just missed dinner. I’m here now. I’m here. Doesn’t that count for somethin’?”

It certainly was not the time for jokes considering the fact that he was eight hours late for supper and dealing with his very disappointed wife because Mary had different hopes for how tonight would’ve gone and it didn’t involve fighting with her husband. “Don’t touch me,” she warned with a raise of her hand in his direction before shaking her head at him. “You don’t get to come home eight hours late and just expect me to spread my fuckin’ legs for you.” Her words came with a raise of her brow in his direction before crossing the kitchen floor again and raking her fingers through her hair. “Yeah, well, sorry’s just a word, Piney.” Mary pointed out as she folded her arms across her chest almost defiantly. “I’m not fallin’ for your bullshit.” Truthfully, she wasn’t exactly sold on the idea that he simply got caught up at work, however, she wasn’t sure where that particular rabbit hole would lead her and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for that truth. Despite herself, she grabbed a plate out of the cupboard for him, however, before she could pass it to him, she stopped and held the plate in front of her as he spoke. “Just dinner?” She snapped as she turned to face her husband with an incredulous look upon her features before smashing the plate on the floor between them. “No, it fuckin’ doesn’t.” She barked before storming off toward the hallway trying to get as far away from him as possible.

#piney: 001.#piermontwinston #1991.

closed starter for @gemteller location: The Clubhouse setting: Mid-January 1991

Truth be told, Mary couldn’t have anticipated that Piney would cheat on her. She knew that things in their marriage weren’t perfect as of late, but she didn’t think that things were that bad. Admittedly, she didn’t have any solid evidence to base this opinion on considering that she had only noticed that Piney had come home late a few times during the week and blew her off when she thought they had made plans, however, it was possible that got held up with the club, though, she doubted it. She knew the type of lives some of the other men in the club lived and it wasn’t something that Mary would tolerate. Her conversation with Luann from earlier in the day had caused her to spiral which led her to the Clubhouse with a bone to pick. As she made her way toward the Clubhouse, she passed a group of crow eaters on her way in and was unable to control the roll of her eyes that came in response as she couldn’t help but imagine that Piney was sleeping with one of them. She barged into the clubhouse with a glance around to find Gemma Teller. “Gemma,” she approached with a nod of her head before her eyes scanned the room in search of him for herself before they settled back on Gemma, knowing that the other woman would at least be honest with her if she’d seen him. “Have you seen Piney?”

#gemma: 001.#gemteller #1991

PINEY WINSTON.

His weight shifted back as she pushed him. So she was pissed. He knew she had every right to be considering he forgot. “What? No kiss?” He hoped she’d maybe lighten up about the situation if he cracked in a few jokes of his. He sighed as she spoke, knowing that there was nothing he could say to help right now. He knew his wife and he knew how was she when she was mad. The last thing he needed to do was add more fire to the fuel but there wasn’t much else to say on his head.

He shook his head when she asked about remembering, “I don’t remember, Mare.” At least that he was being honest about. “I’ve got a ton goin’ on with the club. I just… I don’t remember. I’m sorry.” Apologizing was probably the best route now. “Is Ope asleep?” He asked as he stepped more into their house and towards the kitchen. “Who says I can’t eat now?” The last thing they needed to do was listen to society about what the correct time for dinner was. “C’mon, let’s heat it up and we’ll sit down together.”

“Are you fuckin’ serious?” As he joked, her eyes narrowed at him in response as it was clear that she was unamused with him and she couldn’t control the roll of her eyes that came almost naturally. She didn’t get mad often as she typically didn’t have the right to do so considering her own absence as a result of the hours that she worked at the club. She was just always grateful that they had managed to figure out somewhat of a routine that worked for Opie at least, however, it wasn’t clear to her that their marriage had suffered as a result of that. “You’ll be lucky if you get anythin’ from me tonight,” she said with a pointed look before shaking her head at him defeatedly. “I told you last night when we were brushin’ our teeth and you said you’d tell the boys that you needed to be home early tonight,” she insisted with a raise of her brow, though, she isn’t surprised that he doesn’t remember. “I can’t fuckin’ believe you stood me up.” It was discouraging because she didn’t know when she’d have a night off like this again as it was a rare occurrence and Piney blew her off for work. It didn’t make sense. “Yeah, well, it’s been a long time since Club shit left you out past midnight, Piney,” she pointed out with a sigh. “Yes, he is. I had to help him with his math homework, so you can’t get mad at him if he gets a bad grade, either.” Math had gotten harder since she had been in junior high and most of the stuff Opie was supposed to do now was harder than Mary could understand considering she’d never even finished high school and had never been a particularly good student. Reluctantly, she allowed Piney to venture further in the house and locked the door behind him before meeting him in the kitchen with a grimace. “I don’t want to sit down with you right now,” she grumbled before turning on her heels to make her way toward him again. “Where the hell were you, Piney?” What could’ve been more important than tonight?

#piney: 001.#piermontwinston #1991.

closed starter for @luanndelaneys location: Luann’s Apartment setting: Mid-January 1991

Mary was many things, but she wasn’t a fool. She was able to put the pieces together as to why Piney wasn’t coming home on time and why he’d had so many ‘late nights’ as he had called them. Admittedly, she didn’t have much to go on other than the fact that he was late coming home a few times and he was acting strange however it had lead Mary to the conclusion that Piney was cheating on her which was what brought her to Luann’s apartment. As she made her way into Luann’s apartment, she was unable to hold back the sigh that escaped her lips as she stared at the blonde across from her. “I need your help,” she admitted. While she had come to the conclusion that her marriage was in trouble, it was hard for her to admit that especially to Luann because the mere thought had thrown Mary into a nasty spiral. “I think Piney is cheatin’ on me.”

#luann: 001.#luanndelaneys #1991.

PINEY WINSTON.

Who: Piney Winston & @marywinston

Where: Winston Residence

When: January, 1991

It had to be well after midnight when he was on his way home. The perks of cheating on his wife when she worked so much was that he could walk in the door late without getting questioned as to why he was coming home so late. Pulling into the driveway, he saw Mary’s car and let out a verbal shit as he took his helmet off. He was going to have to think of something fast. Opening the door with his key, he immediately began to speak. “Hey, babe.” He paused in the doorway, “I didn’t realize you weren’t working tonight.” How could he forget? “Sorry, I’m so late. I got caught up at work.” Which was true since he was in the clubhouse.

It wasn’t very often that Mary was given the evening off considering both of her jobs had been particularly demanding as of late. However, she had spent twenty minutes arguing with a co-worker about the night prior and finally settled on an agreement that allowed Mary to be able to go home and make dinner for her family which she had not been able to do for quite sometime. Truth be told, she could not even recall the last time that they’d all gotten to sit down and have dinner as a family. When she finally settled into their home, she began to prepare the lasagna before eventually sliding it into the oven. She figured that by time the lasagna was finished that Piney would’ve been home and she couldn’t help the smirk that settled on her features as she sat at their kitchen table with a glass of red wine, clearly impressed with herself. However, the lasagna was finished and Piney still wasn’t home which was unusual but did she really even know what usual was anymore? So, she went on with her evening and prepared a plate for her and her son before sitting down to eat with him, discussing his day at school and things that him and his friend, Jackson, did. Mary nodded along as he spoke, but her mind wandered and she couldn’t help but wonder where Piney was.

After dinner, she assisted Opie with his homework before eventually sending him to his bedroom for the rest of the evening and Piney still hadn’t returned home. Mary found herself at the kitchen table with another glass of red wine as she waited, her fingers tapping rhythmically against the table. One thing lead to another and it was well after midnight and two glasses of wine turned into a bottle when she finally heard the rumble of Piney’s bike pull into the driveway. At this point, she was annoyed because she’d waited all evening for him to return home when she easily could’ve been at work making money instead if she had known Piney was going to blow her off this evening. Admittedly, she was also disappointed because she wanted to spend time with her husband and he spent his time out doing God knows what. She rose from her chair at the dinner table and made her way toward their front door to greet him as he entered, shoving him by his chest with both of her hands as he did. “What the fuck, Piney?” She snapped at him before poking her finger into his chest as she gave a roll of her eyes in response. “I fuckin’ told you last night. Remember? I had to argue with that bitch at work for twenty minutes before she agreed to take tonight for me if I do tomorrow for her.” She wasn’t impressed with her husband and it was evident in her features. “I made you supper and everythin’.”