Today SAMCRO was having a party at their clubhouse. Everyone was enjoying themselves, beer, music, and women. Clay was sitting in the back with his old lady, Gemma. The party was electric, until an outsider stepped into the clubhouse. A shorter woman covered with tattoos, mostly gang affiliated. She glanced around but to where Clay was sitting. Everyone went silent, and turned to the outsider. "What do you want?" Clay asks in a stern tone.