by Kim

This follows Hitchin' A Ride in the M7-SoA crossover A/U. Thanks again to Nancy and Marnie.

This immediately follows Hitchin' A Ride

"Why are we stoppin' here?" Vin asked when Josiah pulled into the parking lot of Nettie's Cycle's.

"You said you needed to speak to Ezra," Josiah said. "I thought it might be better if you met outside the clubhouse."

Vin nodded. "Might at that," he agreed. "It ain't far; I can walk if you don't want to wait."

"I'll wait," Josiah said. "I'll take the opportunity to catch up with Nettie, while you and Ezra talk."

"Thanks," Vin said, getting off of the bike.

"It's about time you gentlemen showed up," Ezra complained as he stepped out of the shadows. "Do you have any idea how much money I am losing, right now?"

"Less than you would be playin' poker," Vin answered and grinned at him.

Ezra's eyes narrowed. "Your future as a comedian is looking bleak," he said. "I would advise you to keep your night job."

Vin's grin faded. "About that -" he said quietly.

"I'll leave you to your discussion," Josiah said. "Vin, let me know when you're ready to go."

Both of them turned and watched him until he disappeared into the shop.

"I want to work," Vin said. "Start payin' this shit down. I ain't gonna be able to take it in the ass for at least another day, maybe two. But, if I don't work tonight, they're gonna think I'm tryin' to get out of it. It'll be worse when I go back."

"I see your dilemma," Ezra said.

"Ain't nothin' wrong with my mouth," Vin said. "You said a situation would come up to use the yellow light. This is it."

"This is what?" Ezra asked.

"Blowjobs only," Vin said. "When I put the yellow light on, my ass is off limits."

"You put the yellow light on?" Ezra frowned. "I don't -"

"I do," Vin interrupted. "Your bullshit lights got me at the end of a long fucking train last night. I ain't aimin' to let that happen again. I decide. Not you and not Chris fucking Larabee. Me. You got a problem with it, send me back to SAMCRO."

"SAMCRO doesn't want you back," Ezra informed him. "You work here or-"

"Or what?" Vin asked. "You'll turn me out in a low rent whorehouse where I'll fuck twenty guys a night? You already got that covered."

Ezra had the grace to look contrite.

Vin sensed an advantage and pressed it. "Look," he said. "I ain't tryin' to not do my job. But, I ain't gonna let ya'll slam me like that ever again."

"You control the light," Ezra conceded. "As long as I'm satisfied with your work ethic," he added.

"Fair enough," Vin said and held his hand out.

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