Be Happy
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Sons of Anarchy; they are the property of their creator Kurt Sutter. I am merely borrowing them for my own amusement and hopefully the amusement of those who read this story and make no money from this or any other story that I write on this site.
A/N: A little light humour well light…..ish! Humour that came to mind in story form. This story could pass for K rating most likey but because of the mention of weed I am making it a T rating to be on the safe side.
Smoke filled the room and the two men who were sat on the lumpy uncomfortable couch leaned back and smiled insanely at one another. The two of them felt so chilled and out of it and for a moment or two or more they were able to forget all the woes and misfortune that had befallen them and their friends of late.
"Hehehehehe…this sure is good weed!"
Unser smiled inanely while staring with some degree of intent at the smouldering joint in his hands. He breathed in deeply again the aroma of the smoke as he leaned even further back and somewhat to the side as the effects of the drug started to take hold.
"I accept that."
Chucky was grinning like a manic chipmunk as he smiled intensely as the feelings of euphoria that were overtaking his drug induced mind.
All of a sudden Chucky gave a squeak and started wiggling on the couch as he dropped the joint that he had been precariously holding between his fake fingers. Unser tried to sit up to help Chucky but was unable to do so and he all but fell backwards onto the couch as his cohort wiggled about like a jelly fish trying to grab ahold of the joint that had fallen into his lap.
"Hahahahaha…..."
Unser giggled like an insane child at Chucky's antics.
"It's not funny man."
Chucky chucked back at him just as he managed to grab ahold again of the joint that had been smouldering in his lap. Gripping as tightly as he could at the now much smaller joint as he brushed ash off his pants and glared somewhat dolefully at what was left.
"I accept that."
Unser said but continued to giggle at poor Chucky's expression.
"Hey that's my line."
Chucky told Unser as the two men continued sitting and smoking the weed they had got from Juice. Just happy to be sitting and chilling for a moment or two until they had to face the reality of their life and that of the club again.
A/N: Just a small story this time I am afraid. A small look at these two misplaced friends of the club. Hope you like it and as always reviews would be appreciated.