Pam Walker

///// Gasoline, Green, and Cookies ///// Pam Walker // Indie SoA/Multi-Fandom OC // Crossover, Multi-ship, AU and 18+ Friendly // Tracking: pamwalker

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  "May I trouble you for some sugar?

A cup and a half, to be exact.”

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"Sure thing," she said with a small smile, waving to indicate for him to follow her inside as she made her way to the kitchen just around the corner. "Always glad to help a neighbor."

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"Something I can do for you, honey?"

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  At first it was a strained sound, shoulder shaking as the young man sputtered a bit on smoke. But it quickly grew in strength and soon Oz was nothing more than a over sized child laughing at some private joke. His gaze shifting back to his scowling cousin across the room. Offering her a cocky grin and a hand-less blown kiss. The laughter dying away as soon as quick as it had come with Pam’s comment.

A brow arched through the cloud of smoke hanging between them, as his gaze narrowed. Now that had been an observation he hadn’t quite expected. A long with being called ‘pretty’. He’d done a lot to make sure he didn’t exude that descriptive term, but american women were different. At least that’s what his mate Darcy had said. And what he knew of his cousin he couldn’t really argue. Still his mouth quirked slightly at the term.

        “Oi’ am…”

It did occur to him Meg had probably ran her mouth about his hobby. Not that he minded really. Not like the guards about here could really do much to him for slightly bending laws in Ireland. But there was something in the way the woman said it, not just what she said. A teasing sort of tone, one that challenged his pride—while some how mildly stroking his ego.

             ”Skill luv.                         A man can’ hit ‘nother if he be already down.                    Me ma taught me no’ to play wi’d me food."

The Irishman winked then, dragging back the remainder of his smoke as he did so. Crushing the cigarette into the ash tray near by with his thumb.

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   She couldn't help the snort that escaped her at Oz's    reply and his wink, both amused at his cockiness and    just how smooth he appeared to think he was. It was oh    so tempting to Pam to play with him, string him along,    knowing his game better than he perhaps did, but she    liked Meg and enjoyed their friendship too much to do    something like that.     No matter how tempting that whiskey smile was.

   Not to mention she had done it before and it was just    downright exhausting. At some point, someone developed    feelings, and it just got messy because the other did not    and sex was messy enough. It did not take a genius of any    sort to realize that's what he wanted and Pam had been    around the block enough times to smell it a mile away but    this was not a pitfall she would walk in to. After the last one    - an older man, in fact, who had been involved in the higher    ups of the club in another charter - it had taken her some    time to recover simply from how unbalanced it had made    her feel and she valued balance. It had taken her years to    find it after Brian had died and she was not going to ruin it    over a good fuck.

   Crossing her arms now, Pam narrowed her eyes at the    Irishman though her smile had not faded entirely from    her expression.                    "That's a big statement coming from a kid who's fresh off                        the air boat, Guessing your cousin didn't tell                        you that we know some boys who like to box? Got                        a private ring and everything, if you're ever looking                        to put your money where your mouth is."

   Behind Oz she could see Meg glare, but Pam ignored her.    Confidence in a boxer was, as opposed to other athletes,    a good thing, especially if they knew better than to drag    on a fight. Perhaps, she thought, if he got involved she    could make some money off of him - and the club.                         "Besides,"                       the woman added as her expression lightened                       once more into a grin.               "Ladies love seeing a man standing                      over an unconscious one."

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"You do look sweet in that dress."

"Thank you," said Pam, eyeing up the man as she felt her discomfort dissipate somewhat. She was not accustomed to dressing nice, but sometimes selling green required a little schmoozing - and, unfortunately for the hippie-at-heart, that included putting something a little nicer on than her usual cutoffs and baggy tanks.

The man was only somewhat known to her, having seen him around town a few times but Pam had never bothered to learn his name. His presence around the clubhouse had grown somewhat more as of late and she figured, perhaps, if he was becoming acquainted with the Sons and was connected to Elliot Oswald (who's party it was) it would not be so bad to talk to him.

"Can I do something for you, sweetheart?"