Anyway, we see Piney sitting at the bar with Clay, so either Clay got the fastest blowjob in the history of TV timelines, or he was just joking about needing to recalibrate his emotions via casual fellatio. Jax comes on over and none of the not-getting-any braintrust notices Opie getting broodier and broodier, especially as Lyla grabs some businessman by the tie and saunters back into the private room where, obviously, the businessmen are getting their home movie kink on.
Then Opie catches sight of Lyla about to go down on a businessman and completely loses his shit. Like, to the point where he's assaulting Lin's clients. Cut to Clay sighing and rolling his eyes all, God DAMN it, but as the event degenerates into SAMCRO vs. everyone, he tamps down his dismay enough to dryly tell Lin, "I hope someone's getting this all on film."
The next scene: Aftermath. Clay apologizes for Opie with, "He's still adjusting to his old lady's career path." Lin speaks for all of us with, "Then why the hell was he here?" Clay deflects with a goofy shrug and "I don't know what he was thinking?" Or anyone else in the club, for that matter. It is ridiculous that, knowing as they all do that Opie is profoundly ambivalent about Lyla's occupation, anyone in the club was all, "Yes, it is a swell idea to bring the guy who can't keep his head in the game in an adult bookstore. I am sure watching his girlfriend at work will not be at all disastrous!" Lin tells Clay what Ope was thinking: "He was thinking, 'I don't want any guns or money.'" Clay is desperate for the guns; it's the only way he'll be able to keep tabs on the Mayans. So he cuts a deal: "A piece of our trade. Italians like small guns. They'll want the MP5s. I give you Cucuzzi, you cut me in for 10%." Lin agrees -- but SAMCRO only gets 5% and he will deal with the Italians directly. Clay knows he's being screwed, but he's got his guns. I look forward to seeing if he ever conveys to Opie exactly how expensive that little temper tantrum was.