Jax is unimpressed and doesn’t take the bait. He even compliments Galen (so much for Galen calling him explosive!) on his tactics, smiling and saying he’ll send Galen the bill for the bikes. Really?
A tip of the hat to you, good sir. We must meet for tea more often.
Jax must be doing some yoga when he’s up late at night because if someone destroying your bikes is NOT a reason for an MC to go apeshit, I don’t know what is. Maybe this is Jax’s new M.O.: he’ll let the smaller insults go so that SAMCRO doesn’t get drawn into a never-ending retaliatory war. I guess he did learn something from Opie’s death. Or he just didn’t respond out of spite for Galen and to prove him wrong.
Jax has a busy day: right after the meet, he, Chibs, Happy and Juice go to Allen Biancone’s insurance office and meet Chucky and Tig waiting with a sleeping giant. Apparently, Chucky drugged the fudge sample and Biancone is knocked the fuck out. The guys have a vague discussion about something about to happen and start to undress Allen.
At Diosa, Nero and his ladies of the night, as well as his enforcers, are packing up all their stuff and getting ready to move from Stockton to Charming. Gemma, never one to sit by the phone, has arrived to confront Nero about ignoring her.
I read The Rules.
Stalking laws That silly book doesn’t apply to me.
If I were Gemma, I would be careful. Nero’s wearing his you-won’t-like-me-when-I’m-angry wifebeater today, and not his mellow Mr. Rogers cardigan. He tries gently and then, not so gently, to convince Gemma to leave. She finds out that Jax has asked Nero to drop his association with Gemma and she can’t decide whom she’s more pissed at — Jax for daring to interfere or Nero for acquiescing.
Guess my GILF poontang isn’t as sweet as I thought.
Nero tells her it’s not so simple. His son’s future happiness depends on Nero’s business success. So he’s choosing Lucius over Gemma, and she’s not used to being cast aside.
Screw, Lucius, Nero! Sons only grow up to despise you anyway.
At Biancone’s office, we see the guys have dressed up a passed-out Allen in S&M gear and have invited a pre-op transgendered lady of the night to the party. I forgot about Tig’s unscrupulous sexual leanings.
She introduces herself as Venus Van Damme, and she has a great rack, except her nips point in different directions.
It’s like a lazy eye — I can’t figure out which one I’m supposed to look at!