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Normal. It's not a word often associated with the Sons, but for now it feels right to use it. They have no law-enforcement hunting them (they're keeping an eye on them, but still), the guns are running without any problems, life has almost settled into some sort of rutine for the guys at the clubhouse. Work, deliver the goods, be with family, and of course party their asses off. It's almost quiet, normal. But soon that will be interrupted by someone. He can feel it.
"Hey Jax, where do you want these?" Jax snaps out of his own thoughts when Juice yells at him. At first he don't understand the question, then he sees the boxes of liquor he's standing next to.
"We can take half of it out and put it in the bar, the rest can go to storage."
"Okay, I'll do it, keep doing whatever you were doing." Juice starts the job og unloading a few of the boxes, a familiar thing by now. The clubhouse drinks it's way through a lot of liquor every time there's a party.
"Why are you still here by the way? I thought we had a shipment coming in today?"
"We do, but there's something I need to do first. You remember the old farm right outside town?"
"The one we borrowed from time to time from that old lady for club business? The old lady who died a few months back?"
"Yeah. I got some information that the guy who inherited the place is moving in today, so I'm going by to say hello and see if we can't keep the same deal as we had with the old lady."
"Who are you taking with you?"
"You and Tig, don't know much about this guy. All I know is that he lived far away, so there was a lot of paperwork, and that's why he hasn't moved in sooner. So get ready, we drive out in 15 minutes." Jax leaves the room, Juice watches his back as he goes. He hopes whoever the guy is agrees to the deal, he really don't want to deal with more shit right now.