October 3, 2007

Jacey was twenty-five years old. She was born and raised in Charming, California and she absolutely loved the small town idea. She didn't mind it at all. The town was ran by a club of motorcycle enthusiasts, the Sons of Anarchy. Jacey was highly familiar with the club, hell, she was their bartender in their bar. They held many parties and she always helped tend the bar with whatever prospect that was on duty to cater to the group of men and their guests.

Jacey was close with every member that she'd come into contact with- they all simply loved her, but there was still plenty of members she had yet to meet but she knew the time would to be acquainted with every single member.

Jacey wasn't just affiliated with the club and its members but she was club royalty. Her father was the founding member and her brother ended up being a member of the damn club. Her mother was now married to the club's president, Clay Morrow. They had been married since Jacey and Jax were in their early teenaged years. Whereas Jax sometimes had problems with Clay and they occasionally clashed, Jacey got along fine with him and she actually liked him.

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It was a patch over party for a transferring member and Jacey was working the bar that night. She looked to her left to see the prospect, Half-Sack, standing there, talking to Jax, drinking a beer. She smiled and walked to the pair.

"Hey, what are you guys talking about?" Her voice was loud, trying to be heard over the loud music that was blaring.

Jax winked at her and shrugged his shoulders. "None ya… " He took a swig of his beer before it was snatched from his grasp and he watched his little sister take a swig of it. He turned a little, noticing his new brother about to stride by so he turned completely and reached out, pulling the man to the bar. "Hey, J, this is the newest member of SAMCRO, Happy. He came from Tacoma. Treat him good, k?" He winked at her again, patted his brother on the back before slipping away, snatching his beer back.

"It's Jacey, not J but he's always called me that. You want a drink?" Her blue eyes sparkled and Happy could've sworn he actually started smiling back at her.

He nodded his head. "Refer to me as one of the seven dwarfs and I'll shove that bottle of whiskey down your throat."

"Wow, don't you have a way with words…" she turned quickly, wanting to simply avoid the asshole she had just met.

He cleared his throat in an effort to get her attention and it seemed to work as he watched her turn to face him. "Can I have a beer?"

"Yeah, sure, you gonna shove that down my throat instead?" She smirked at the man, popping the top off the bottle and passing it to him.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Nah, you're good for now, little girl."

"Little girl? Ya kidding me? How old do you think I am exactly?" She crossed her arms on top of the bar, leaning on top of it.

Happy couldn't help but look down at her glorious chest as Jacey leaned on the bar top. He got quite the view and he couldn't complain to save his life. "At least eighteen… If you're younger than that, I'm gonna kill myself."

"Try twenty-five, tough guy." She smirked, Jacey knew Happy was checking out her rack. As much as she wanted to care, she couldn't bring it in herself to find offence. It was flattering that he was checking her out, hell, Jacey was always flattered to be looked at the way some of the guys looked at her considering Jax and Clay both made a public service announcement that Jacey Teller was five-hundred percent off limits.

Hap's mouth fell open at the words falling out of the blonde's mouth but he quickly closed it and adopted his usual stoic expression. "You look young as hell…" He took a swig of his beer before pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his cut pocket and lighting one before offering her one to which she rejected. "You a sweetbutt?"

"Nope. Just a bartender by night, sleeper by day." She shrugged her shoulders. "I'm unfortunately off limits…"

He laughed, he couldn't help it. She was a damn trip, really. "Why is that?"

"I see you've finally met the SAMCRO Princess…" Tig's slurred speech made the pair laugh and Jacey shrugged her shoulders, her blue eyes never leaving Hap's dark ones.

He smirked, raising his eyebrows in question. "Is that so?"

"Hello to you too, Tigger... where's your bed buddy for the night?" Jacey smirked at the crazy blue-eyed man before looking back at Happy. "Jax is my brother, Gemma's my mom, and JT was my dad… No big deal or anything." The blonde smiled, trying not to roll her eyes. "You're not gonna start bowing at my feet, are you?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I might, if ya give me a good reason to."

Jacey didn't miss his hint but neither did the eavesdropping Tig who was still sitting beside Happy. She liked him, he seemed interesting but she knew everyone would have a damn conniption if she tried to pursue anything with him.

Hell, who was she kidding? She was a damn rebel without a cause. She loved causing problems to her brother and mother… If it really came down to it, Gemma would back up Jacey's choice to be with whoever she wanted as long as he was fitting to Gemma's standards. If she wanted him, she'd go after him and no consider the consequences until long after she had to face them.

Happy was scary, hot and she wanted nothing more than for him to throw her into a wall and fuck her seven ways from Sunday. She couldn't help herself.

Jacey eyed the men in front of her before her for a few minutes before she turned her attention on Half-Sack who was trying to talk to her.

Feeling eyes on her as she worked, she turned every so often to see the newly patched-in member, her new friend, Happy staring at her, intently.

AN: New story... No affiliation to the other stories. It's starting out a One-shot series, if things look up for it, i'll take it further.

Let me know what you think about it . ;)