Forgetting the Pain

Chapter 2: Crystal Meth

"Where the hell is Juice?" Josephine yelled to Jax over the noise in the SAMCRO clubhouse. The music was blaring and the building was filled to the brim with Sons and croweaters and hangarounds, so much that the officer figured that it had to be some kind of violation, but that wasn't why she was there. Juice had called her cell, panicked and practically begging her to meet him at Teller-Morrow.

The VP shrugged his shoulders. "Dunno. He in trouble?"

"No, I just need to talk to him," she said and Jax motioned back to the hall that led to the dorm rooms. She pushed through the groups of people, spotting Kip making out with some girl, Chibs already passed out on a couch with a body underneath him, and Happy sitting in a chair in the corner, a half naked sweetbutt on his lap, pouring a bottle down her throat. It had been days since he told her that he was leaving, which didn't mean much. Knowing him, he could have already been gone and back or he may have never left at all. She shook her head as she passed. Some things never change.

Josephine knocked on the door, and Juice was there instantly, pulling her and Jax in with frantic hands and shutting the door behind them. "What the fuck happened?" the officer yelled, spotting an unconscious girl sprawled out on the unmade bed. Her skin was pale and slick with sweat as Josephine checked her pulse.

"She OD'd, man," Juice said, pacing the room and clutching at his head. "I came out of the bathroom and she was passed out."

"And you called me?" Josephine nearly screamed, grabbing at the walkie on her shoulder. "This is Officer 1294. I need a bus at Teller-Morrow automotive! I have a female, early-20's, possible drug OD." She turned to Jax, pointing her finger at his chest. "We had an understanding, Jackson. No drugs in Charming! And you got jailbait bitches overdosing in your own clubhouse!"

Jax put his hands up and back away a few paces. "I did not know about this."

"Don't just stand there with your head up your ass!" Josephine said, looking back at Juice. "Do you know CPR? Then do it! And do not stop until the paramedics get here." The woman knelt down beside the bed and rummaged through the clothes scattered across the floor. "Goddamnit, I'm gonna have to hear about this from Hale. If she survives." She pulled out a plastic baggie from the pocket of the girl's discarded jeans and tossed it to Jax. "Flush this shit."

Josephine stood back up and threw the door open, stomping down the hall and back into the main room where everyone was oblivious to what was going on. She jumped up on one of the pool tables and whistled, then motioned for Kip to cut the music.

"ATTENTION EVERYBODY! Charming PD will be here in FIVE minutes! If you have anything that you do not want them to have, I suggest you put it out of sight! If you are under 21 or in possession of any illegal items, I suggest you leave. If you just don't wanna be around a shitload of cops, then get the hell out NOW!" she yelled. The people around the bar sat silent as the woman looked around the room. "Don't just stare at me! MOVE! Now you got four minutes!"

The woman hopped off of the pool table and began pulling beers and glasses out of people's hands and setting them down in clumps wherever she could find a free space. She got to Happy, who was still entertaining the girl on his lap despite the chaos of the room. Neither of them paid the officer any mind, so she swatted the girl on her half bare ass.

"How old are you sweet cheeks?"

The girl jumped and looked over her shoulder. "21."

"That's what is says on your ID?" Josephine asked, but before the girl could respond, she stopped her. "I can check if I need to." The croweater only stared at her and the woman nodded her head. "That's what I thought. Put some clothes on and get outta here. THREE MINUTES, PEOPLE! WRAP IT UP!"

"Bitch was a sure thing," Happy told her, still lounging in the chair with the bottle in his hand.

"She was also under 21 and you were pouring Jager down her throat. I'm sure you can find a woman a little more legal and a little more sober."

The biker smirked. "You offering, sweetheart?"

Josephine returned the smile and leaned down close to him, placing her hands on either armrest. "I will never make that mistake again," she whispered and stared at him for a moment before straightening back up. "TWO MINUTES!" she yelled to an almost cleared out room. "Let's go, let's go, let's go!"

-o-o-o-o-

"Where's the pigs?" Jax asked after the ambulance was there and gone, and the only people left in the clubhouse were Josephine and SAMCRO.

"Oh. They're already here." She pointed at herself. "I'm a cop!" she snapped, as if, throughout the years, the bikers had forgotten, and walked over to where Juice was leaning against the wall. "Come on," she said to him. "We need to talk." She led him back to his room and sat the man down on his bed and she took a seat next to him. "Look, I'm glad you trust me enough to call me when shit goes south, but-"

"That was fucked up what you did out there," Jax said as he burst through the door.

Josephine stood back up and walked over to the biker until she was chest to chest with him. "Hey, I got a job to do. I got Mayans dead. I got drugs in Charming, and it's all falling back on this club."

Jax stared at her, his jaw clenching as he stepped back. "I've taken Juice's statement," she told both of the men, her voice now more calm. "You all were having a perfectly legal party on private property. A girl showed up with drugs, someone asked her to leave. She didn't. I was called to escort her out and before I could get there, she snorted it all. I called a bus and that is that. If anyone asks, that is what happened."

Juice nodded his head, and so did Jax. "Stop lingerin'," Josephine said to Kip who was standing in the doorway. "You get in here, too." The man walked into the room, and the officer shut the door. "Where'd she get the drugs?" she asked the three of them.

"SAMCRO don't deal in drugs," Jax said.

"But you know who does."

Josephine looked at Juice, still sitting on his bed and staring down at the floor. She glanced at her cousin, who wouldn't meet her eye, then back to the VP. He crossed his arms over his chest and lifted his chin a bit higher. "We don't know nothin'. Officer."

I can't believe the response I received for this fic. I am truly and utterly grateful. I hoped you liked this installment. Please review. And Happy will definitely be featured more in the next chapter!