Corrie flies out to charming Corrie/Dita/Sons

She cocked her head to one side, her curls bouncing comically in that direction, "Isn't the whole point of Anarchy to find order out of chaos?"

Opie smirked, "Kind of a smart ass, aren't ya?"

She laughed, "Oh you have no idea, lad, no idea."

She popped a fry into her mouth.

Opie smirked and took a bite of his burger, "So...Dita is sort of your adopted sister or something?"

Corrie was always painfully blunt with her history.

"Yea, her family sponsored my family while my parents tried to garner with the mob. After they were killed they took me in."

Opie nodded, taking a sip from his drink. "Well, she thinks the world of you. I guess that's why I feel so comfortable around you. She talks about you like crazy."

Corrie smiled a wide, heartfelt smile, "she's probably the only one who thinks of me like that. She got me through some deep shite," she looked down momentarily, "She evens me out."

Opie smiled, "Well...she is sure happy to have you here...I'm happy you are here too."

"Really? As the VP I would have thought you would be just as happy as Jax I was here."

She stole an onion ring from his plate.

Opie shook his head, "If you know Dita, you are good people. That's my rule of thumb." He took another drink and looked her in the eyes, "Besides, you could help us get this club back on track. Clay ran it into the ground."

She sighed, "The old timers will run the cause into the ground wit' the way theu cling to defunct leaders. I was glad to be sent. I'm glad you are glad I'm here."

She played with what remained of her food, "As far as being a good person, I don't feel that way, but Dita definitely is."

Opie shook his head, "No...I think you can be and that you are...we all have something we are running from, Cor. We all have flaws."

"And what are you flaws, Op?"

Opie shook his head and laughed, "Where do I begin? I am afraid I get attached to easily to things and people...fall too hard to soon...I always want acceptance."

She chuckled, "Those seem relatively normal to me, boy-o"

Opie smirked, "Yeah, try telling that to everyone else."

She laughed loudly, "I like you , Opie Winston."

Opie winked at her, "I like you too, Corrine Brennan."

She giggled like a school girl, "Can I try your disgustin milkshake?"

Opie chuckled, pushing the glass toward her. "Give it a try."

Corrie took a deep drink of it, "Oh holy shite, that has to be one of the nasty tins I've ever tasted." She scrunched up her face and laughed.

Opie smirked, "Well, my kids and I like it, so there must be something wrong with you."

"There's not enough paper in the world for that list," she laughed again. She was having an amazing time.

Opie smiled, having fun for the first time in months, "I really love your laugh...it's music to the ears."

"I'm, Irish, comes with the territory,"