Neaera Jayweed

“Needing an alibi in the first place doesn’t bode great for your innocence.”

“I don’t make the rules, I just play by them.“

“Dashing is good! Very adventurous and daring.” Siobhan scoffed in fake hurt. “Well we can’t all have a wardrobe comprised of skinny jeans and leather jackets.”

“My personality is adventurous and daring enough on its own,“ Neaera teased. “What’s wrong with that? Grunge and causal styles goes a long way but I was thinking more chic, maybe?“

“Oh, was that what that was?” he teased

“Welcome the 21st year of the 21st century.“ Neaera laughed. “You should buy me a beer or something fancy and colorful to drink.“

“I might have overheard something like it once or twice,” 

“Does the concept of flirting goes over your head too?“

“Do you really think I’m the more sober one out of us?” She caught them and walked towards the car. She hummed her agreement as she got in the driver’s seat. “I’d switch Louis and Conrad.” Sam brushed her hair out of her face and looked in the mirror. “Fuck Mills, just because he’s old and there might be experience there. Plus I can deal with no personality for one night. Marry Henry, because he’s hot and capable, and I could live with that. Kill Theo because he’s a nerd who hasn’t been laid in years from what I’ve been told. Fuck, Marry, Kill: Jax, Nick, and Achilles.”

“Yes, especially with your choices.“ Neaera rolled her eyes, getting into the passenger seat and buckling up. “Really? I don’t know much about Conrad. I feel like I can walk all over him but Louis seems like he can snap any second and put his foot down,“ she shrugged. “That’s a really interesting group. I don’t know. I would marry Achilles. He seems like he can hang. Fuck Nick if I wasn’t with Ray because reasons and kill Jax. Sorry girl but I definitely don’t want your man on any level. Wait...Was Mills a sexually frustrated dig towards your man, Sammy? Tell me all the deets!“

“ Technically I was born in the Dominican Republic ,but yes I’ve been with the boys since the beginning. Why, what’s up? Did one of them do something stupid?” She asked with a raised brow 

“Honey, I can handle stupid.“ Neaera laughed. “What’s your personal thoughts on Ray, if you don’t mind me asking?“

“I fancy something that tastes like summer,” she mused

“You could definitely coin that but I still think the zero is scary,” Mary said but then laughed, “I don’t even want to think about what it must feel like for humans,”

“Okay, how about something fruity?“

Sam opened her mouth to disagree, the voices of her pack members filling her head with reasons not to go Underground. “Let’s go.” She finished her drinking and tossed a couple of 20s on the table. Standing she gave her best friend and walked to the door. As they left she turned to look at Nearea; walking backwards. “So fuck, marry kill: Helo, Conrad and Louis.”

Neaera made an approving sound and tossed her keys at Sam. “Fuck Conrad, merry Louis and kill Helo. I don’t know, I haven’t had much time to hang with Helo but he seems like a typical snotty rat. Conrad looks like he can put it down in bed but probably not someone who can handle me in the long run but Louis I can bring home to momma. Fuck, marry, kill: Mills, Henry and Theo.”

“Well only two of them can run but the youngest one is desperate to catch up.” She shook her head and chuckled at the thought “That’s good. It’s nice to have a bit of a breather.”

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“That’s cute.“ Neaera chuckled. “You’ve always been here, right? With the boys? Born and raised?“

Sam scoffed at the comment and shook her head. “And such a modest country as well.” At the second comment she grabbed her shot and downed it. “Yeah, how do I change that.”

“Thank you, love!“ Neaera shook here head and motion for the bartender for more. “We may have to move this to cryptic. My glass is never empty there. And maybe it’ll get you out of whatever shittiness you’re feeling tonight. We’re not talking about work or our clan tonight unless it involves who I would rather fuck, marry or kill.“

Mary followed suit and downed the shot, “Definitely,” she replied as the warmth spread through her. “Then I want something that actually tastes good,”

She groaned, “I’m trying not to think about it. Why is it that birthdays ending in zero are so much scarier?”

“Fair,“ Neaera laughed. “You can pick the next one. Enlighten my palate.“

“I couldn’t agree with you more. It is so nice to get out of the house.” She smiled following suit “How are you and your brother doing?” 

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“I bet. How many of those little thing do you have running around now?“ Neaera chuckled. “I can’t complain. A little boring and more slow pace but I expected as much.“

“Sometimes I miss London.” She started on her vodka soon after it was placed in front of them. “I get back here and a part of me still feels 16.”

“You’re speaking to a foreigner, Sammy. You Americans have funny ways but I can understand. My country is awe-inspiring.“ Neaera rubbed Sam’s back but rolled her eyes. “Probably ‘cause most of them still see you as the same little girl that left here years ago.”

“Well, I would say we don’t need a reason to drink. But if you want one, we can drink future teamups?”

“To the future... Teamups.“ Neaera knocked their glasses together and took a large gulp. “We all need to stick together anyways. Everyone else is either too young and too old.  Go team 40!“