Note: I am hoping my story keeps Happy's character, correct to how Kurt has written him, if I don't in your eyes, please tell me!

My first ever Happy fan fic, please give feedback, good and bad!

And also, im going to pretend Happy's character is around 26, as I write about Juice as around 22, I know DL is older than that!

~Molly-Rossi~

"What can I get you?" The caramel skinned brunette smiled at Gemma Teller as she slumped down on a stool at Diosa. Gemma looked at her for a moment, taking in her curves and the tight royal blue dress that clung to them, she had white platform heels on and still was the same height as Gemma's slumped, seated state.

"Coffee please, sweetheart." Gemma said, her eyes burning into the girl as she busied herself putting a couple of glasses away, if she noticed, she didn't say anything to the older woman.

"Sure." She smiled, giving her boss, Nero Padilla, a smile too as he walked over to them. "Do you need anything Nero?" This startled gemma as she gazed up at the man, subtly smoothing her hair over with her hands.

"No I'm good thank you, Issy." He answered, sitting himself on the stool beside her.

"I'll just get you that coffee, I just need to get clean mugs." Isabella informed, walking out from the bar and sauntering off, effortlessly in her heels.

"Why's she here so early, thought it would only be cleaners at this time?" Gemma asked, watching the girl until she left the room.

"Ahh, Isabella, daughter of an old friend of mine, came to find me when her father passed. She's a good girl. I only let her do bar work , comes early to keep me in check."

"Seems it...could you tell her to cancel that coffee, I better be heading out." Gemma sighed, Nero couldn't help the way his eyes widened slightly. He had been thinking his new friend would maybe stay a while. "Here." Gemma finished handing him a small square of paper, with a twelve digit number on it.

"I'll be sure to hit you up, Novio." Nero got up to walk the woman to her car.

As he came back in the doors he was greeted by the strong smell of coffee, "Your white trash has left, Nero?" Carla's sharp eyes, looked at Nero from head to toe.

"Not now Carla." He groaned as he sat on the bar stool, taking the coffee that was laid out presumably for Gemma.

"Oh..." Issy started as she walked in and saw Nero. "Do I need to make that lady another one or..."

Nero shook his head. "Are you working tonight, sweetheart?"

"Please, could I maybe do more than bar work, I me-"

"No," Nero interrupted immidiatley, "I would hate for you to do anything other than bar work, novio."

"Just massages, Nero that is all." Her big brown eyes pleading with him, it was pointless, she knew he would never agree.

"Isabella, please." He said silencing her, "Are you working tonight?" She nodded sadly. "Maybe you could work the front desk, I can get Carla to help you."

He noticed her nose wrinkle, in what he assumed was disgust and she shook her head quickly, walking to the other side of the bar she planted a kiss on Nero's cheek.

"Thank you, Nero. For everything." She said simply before walking away.

"Jackson, he's a friend, off the radar, they won't look here." Issy heard as she noticed the same woman from this morning sitting at the same seat. She didn't hear the mumbled reply of the man wearing a leather kutte, she knew of the mc life. Her father was involved in a low key one. She spent a lot of time at their clubhouse, her father being techincally a single parent. "You'll like him."

Isabella rounded the corner in an effort to make herself seen, she settled some glasses on the bar that she had taken from a recently vacated room. "What can I get you? It's Gemma right?" She smiled as she took her place behind the bar.

"Yes, do you know where Nero is, sweetheart?" Gemma asked, realising how rude she had been at once. "Isabella, this is my son Jax, and this is Chibs." the Scotsman gave her a quick wink, and Jax a half hearted smile.

"Hi, I think he's speaking to Carla," she said not meaning to roll her eyes, although they did. Much to Gemma's ammusement, "should be down any second."

"Thanks, Issy. Very busy in here tonight." She stated, looking around the room.

"What is this place?" Jax asked before she could reply.

"It's an escort service." Gemma told him. "Nero is... A companionator, good man."

With that Nero came down the stairs from his apartment and walked over to Gemma, "Hey Gemma, everything okay?"

She spun around and began to explain her, and her friends situation to the older man. Isabella understood few things, the blonde man that accompanied her was her son, both men were hiding from the police on 'bogus' charges and they needed a place to stay for the night.

"We really appriciate this, Nero. A few of my guys are going to be up here soon if that's okay with you?" Jax said, she noticed now his president patch for the first time, it reminded her of her father, something Nero obviously picked up on.

"Anything you need, Mano. Is, could you get some beers for Jax and Chibs?"

"Sure" she smiled faintly.

It was late at Diosa now, around three in the morning, the only people around were the sons, and one or two customers that were just leaving. She was behind the bar still, scrubbing glasses dry, when a new member of the sons of anarchy stalked to the bar. He didn't have the same kindness as the others. If it weren't for his brothers that she'd already met, she would most likely be afraid of him. He was tall, just about every inch of his skin covered in tattoos. He slumped himself onto a bar stool, sighing as he did so.

"Can I get you anything?" She said to him.

"yeah... Just another beer, thanks." He asked, his gravely voice making Isabella desperately want to talk to him for the rest of the night. She knew though, how mc's work, don't speak until spoken to and all that bullshit.

"There you go." She sighed as she placed the bottle down in front of him, expecting him to walk away, shocked to see he didn't.

"Thanks... Is you're name Isabella?" He asked, not bothering to look away from his bottle, his face just as emotionless as it had been the whole time he'd been sat there.

"Yeah... I'm sorry, I don't think I got your name?" She replied, instantly regretting trying to make conversation.

"I'm happy." He stated simply. Leaving her confused as to wether this was his name or not. As if sensing this he added, "My name is Happy."

"Good name." She commented.

"My Ma's called Isabella." His gravelly voice informed her.

Before she could reply, Nero was rushing over, "Woah, woah, Happy, Is doesn't work here." He quickly went to try and turn Happy around. Big mistake, Isabella thought.

"Fuck off." Happy breathed, calmly in Issy's opinion. He was visibly tensed, and Nero was still stood jigging around him, likely angering him more.

"Nero, it's fine." She sighed, Jax seemed to walk over at the perfect time.

"Evrything okay Nero?" he asked, leaning against the bar beside Happy.

"Isabella, doesn't work here, Mano" he was visibly distressed now.

"Hap, come on." He patted a hand on the tattooed mans shoulder.

"Was just talking to her." He stated as he swung his legs from the barstool, his face still just the same as it had been throughout the whole encounter.

Isabella was clearly embarassed. "Really Nero?"

"What?" He defended. "Fine. I'll apologise." As she was now happy with his answer she wasked around the bar and gave him a light pec on the cheek, before walking away.

Walking into work the next morning Isabella was greeted with the smell of alcohol, and then the sight of the sons sprawled out, surprisingly non of the Diosa girls around them. She today had her dark hair in a long, straight slicked back pony tail, she was wearng a black dress that clung to her figure just as the one from the day before had, her white platform heels, replaced by black ones, her whole outfit was eccentuated by her tanned skin.

The first thing she really noticed was Happy's tattooed back sitting at the bar, his kutte on the bar beside him. As she got closer she noticed he was trying to get a wine coloured stain from his white 'Samcro' t shirt.

"Let me get that for you." She smiled, startling him she slung her bag behind the bar and took his shirt to the closest therapy room.

"Thanks" he said, in that gravelly tone that she loved.

"Has Nero apologised to you yet?" she asked, her back facing him. She could feel his eyes boring into her neck, most likely to read the tattoo on her back. It read: " Trátame bien, Voy a tratar mejor; tratarme mal , Voy a tratar peor ."

"Yeah..." He began, she then felt his fingers softly touched her. Just below her neck where the tattoo was, "What's this say?"
"It means, " Treat me good, I'll treat you better ; treat me bad , I'll treat you worse."

"It's good work." He told her, she could feel his hot breath on her as he admired the ink.

"It's kind of for my dad. He used to teach me to live by it." She sighed. Turning around with his now clean shirt in hand. "Thought Nero was keeping you away from the girls." She asked, as she didn't have him down as a wine drinker.

"Just you... this isn't from any girls here, a bottle fell when I tried getting some whiskey from a shelf..." She didn't say anything to this, almost as though She knew not to babble like most do. "Why is he so protective?"

"He's an old friend of my dads and when he died I came here... He's meant to like, look after me or something."

He snorted at this. "If I was trying to get in your pants, that old man wouldn't have stopped me." He stated.

Isabella couldn't help being a little disappointed at this, as if he knew this, he did something so shocking. He placed a small kiss on her forehead. "Thanks."

"Hap, we're heading out, found tig. something happened to Dawn. You and the prospects are still here for a little longer though" A big hairy man told happy, his eyebrow raised slightly as he noticed that Is was leaving the therapy room behind him.

"Isabella!" Carla screamed from the front desk. Turning her attention from the two men. "Get back to work now!"

"Carla, will you shut the fuck up, I'm here about eight hours early." Isabella said calmly. The woman's eyebrows rocketed.

"Girl, what did I tell you about the way you speak to me?" The woman said angrily.

"I said to you, I would be polite to you, if you were polite to me. You start screaming at me for no reason, I'm not gonna' be polite to you." She turned around to see Happy still stood there, an amused expression on his face.

"I'm heading out. Just saying bye." He smirked, he was incredibly impressed with the way she handled the older woman. "Thanks for this." He added gesturing to his shirt.

"It's fine, see you later." She smiled at him.

His expression was set back to its stone, "yep" he replied walking out of the door.

She hadn't realised she'd been gazing after him when Nero came up behind her. "Isabella, Carla is upset with you..."

"Nero, I've told you, treat me good I'll treat you better; treat me bad, I'll treat you worse." She said rubbing the back of her neck as she spoke.

"That man... Happy. I want you to stay away from him." Nero demanded.

"We were speaking Nero, nothing more." He wasn't convinced, but all she could think about was the kiss to the head.

As she got back to her position behind the bar, she found a hoody, she assumed it was Happy's as it had Samcro plastered on the front, she stood looking at it for a moment, she had said less than fifty words to this man yet she had butterflies in her stomach like a teenager.

"You look very deep in thought." A female voice caught her attention.

"oh... I'm sorry, what can I get you." She smiled at the woman.

"Nothing, thanks you, I'm just waiting for Jax." She sighed as she spoke.

"Ah, they left about an hour ago." She informed.

"Alright, he said he shouldn't be too long. I'm sorry, I'm Tara." She finished.

Holding out her hand, Isabella took it, "I'm Isabella."

"Who's is that?" She asked looking at the hoodie on the bar.

"Happy's I think." Tara's eyes widened at this.

"You and Happy?" she questioned.

"No, no, I just cleaned his shirt." She said, not hiding the look in her eyes well.

"My advice," Tara began, "Don't get involved, this club shit, kills."

"I know" Is sighed, thinking of her father. She looked up again when she heard Jax's voice. He kissed his old lady on the forehead, just as happy had to her in a sign of thank you. The two walked away pressumably to talk, hand in hand.

It wasn't long until Tara walked back over to Is, she had an excited grin plastered across her face. "Could you help me, Im getting married."

"oh." The girl started clearly shocked, "yeah... I have my makeup, and I mean im sure there's some white dress around here."

"Thank you!" She smiled.

After forty minutes of doing Tara's hair and makeup Isabella stood back. "You shouldn't wear a white dress." She stated. "They're all skimpy and I think you look amazing as you are." she looked at the older woman in her jeans and shirt, it wasn't typical wedding wear, but she wouldn't be her in the slut dress.

Tara nodded, she was looking herself over in the mirror as gemma barged in.

She smiled when she saw Isabelle, she had a strange soft spot for the girl. "Isabella, could you give us a minute."

"Sure" she smiled heading out. She stopped at the door and added. "I'm leaving now, but you look amazing and I hope the wedding is amazing."

Kind Of slow and jumpy, but I hope you enjoy!

~Molly's-Rossi~