#blake002

Seth wasn’t completely in the dark about Blake’s sudden return, following her abrupt leave of absence. As long as it didn’t become a habit, he could live with it— the Club could live with it. Missing a member, however, was less than ideal. Blake may not be high up in the Club but as a long-term member, her presence was still felt whenever jobs came up or when they needed some help with some of the Prospects. Needless to say, he wanted to check in, following her leave to make sure things were alright. He knew that it had been a family thing, something that the man isn’t going to hold against her but he still is not exactly excited when someone runs off. Fingers tapped on the table in front of him, awaiting Blake to meet him, as he’d asked in the Clubhouse. When she arrives, Seth leans back in his chair, brown eyes look her over for a moment. “Y’all get that family shit taken care of?”

Blake understood how frustrating it must’ve been for Rowan to have to deal with this side of her life, but she doesn’t have to live with it every day.  Blake’s life had been completely turned upside down when she lost her father and nothing could’ve prepared her to cope with that.  Blake had always been the type of person to enjoy a glass of wine at the end of a bad day, so was it really surprising that it was how she coped with losing her father?  However, the disappointment on Rowan’s features spoke volumes as to the effect that her choice of coping has done.  Tears well in Blake’s eyes as she looked up at Rowan, trying to stop the tears from falling.  “I didn’t want you to have to worry about me.”  Blake sighed, pushing her hair from her face.  “I thought that… I thought that I could do it on my own.”

Rowan loves Blake --- loves her in a way that Rowan’s not entirely sure she can put into words. Blake’s filled the gaping big sister shaped hole in her heart for years now, after Aspen made her stance on her life choices crystal clear back when she and Andy first got together. She and Blake have been practically attached at the hip since they met when Ro was only fifteen, and the annoyance that is showing now all stems from the love that comes with that, and the concern she has for her friends life. She feels her resolve break at the tears in Blake’s eyes, softening considerably and sighing, her arms uncrossing. “I’m always gonna worry about you -- you should know that by now. It’s just in my DNA.” Which is an understatement of the year considering what a fucking worry wart she is. The effect losing her father has left on Blake is very clear, even to people who don’t know the brunette as well as Rowan does. “But you’re not on your own, so you don’t have to do it on your own. You’ve got a whole group of people behind you who wanna help, and I’m right out in front -- so let us help.”

“Look, I am trying to tell you, I cannot find the book. Just gimme a second to ask-” 

“Well then you better go and ask another more competent worker then!” 

Oh.....OH he could feel his damn patience slipping. He clicked the bell on the front desk. By click, he kept ringing it until someone else came up and dealt with this damn bitch of a customer. He knew the neko was here today! When he saw her, he spoke. 

Maddox and Blake hadn’t seen each other since the... incident. While it wasn’t intentional on his part, he was a bit busy with other things. He hadn’t told anyone yet that he had had drunk, rebound sex with his ex-girlfriend. They hadn’t even been together in years and yet, somehow when both of them were in a shitty spot, they decided that drinking and sex was how to fix everything. Maddox had been in the shop when Blake finally caught his eye outside. He moved away from the car he was working on to go outside-- maybe they should just get this whole awkward thing out of the way.

“Hey, Blake-- I just wanted to make sure that we’re... ya know, good? After the whole thing at the community center?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

It wasn’t unusual for Rowan to just show up at Blake’s house, and so she didn’t even bother knocking when she got there. Instead she fished the hide-a-key out of it’s hiding place, letting herself in and locking the door behind her again. The morning sun was coming through the windows and Rowan could hear Blake moving around in the kitchen. “It’s just me,” she called out, knowing that tensions with the MC’s were high and the last thing she needed was to scare Blake and get shot at, the other thinking this was when things spilled over. Toeing her shoes off, she walked further into the house, finding Blake in the kitchen and leaning against the wall of the doorway. 

“I did something really fucking stupid, B.”