AN: Have no clear idea about what I'm going to do with this in a long term. Whether it will be a oneshot or something longer. Depends on your interest in it I guess. :)

Still writing my other fic as well! I just simply got this idea and really wanted to put it out.

Disclaimer: Claiming no ownership of Sons of Anarchy's original storylines and characters!

Happy's POV

"Another round, boys?" the redheaded waitress asked, her eyes traveling along the table full of leather-clad bikers.

"Hell yeah, baby," Tig grabbed her hand in his and laid a sloppy kiss on it. Man was he always on a hunt. I darted my eyes back to the show on the other side of the room.

Along with probably every other set of balls here, my eyes were glued on the trio of beautiful girls, waving their hair and hips on the dance floor that rarely saw any action. After all it was a dirty bar, not some disco club. But there was no doubt that no-one really cared about that at this point. Those girls were offering the one thing this place was missing- a sight for sore eyes- unless of course you actually enjoyed staring at scruffy bearded middle-aged guys. In that case you would have been good here every night.

All three of them were hot. Each in a different way, making it difficult to decide with one I would have loved to have my hands on first. They looked like fucking Charlie's Angels. The one with reddish hair had legs that went on for miles and she had chosen a perfect outfit to show them off, her skirt was more like a belt. The blonde one had an ass that was made for grabbing. And the brunette, well you could say I would have loved to let those puppies free from that bra-cage.

There was a roar of laughter and a grunt from Tig. I sincerely had no idea what they were talking about, as I was too busy inspecting our surroundings.

"Can't blame a fellow for trying and besides bitches love me anyhow," Tig said, raising his glass up high as if making a declaration.

That was half true actually. Like with anyone of us, there was no need to chase bitches. Our image did enough of a good job to lure them in, eyes wide and clothes already half-way on the floor. To be honest, it gave a sense of power, when it took only a look and maybe a small nod to get a chick to follow you to your bedroom.

My eyes went back to the dance floor. There were two guys circling them already. No wonder, those girls were magnetic. By the look of it, one of the guys had asked them if they could join their dance party. While attempting to sway along with the music, the guy with short dark hair kept trying to put his hand on the dark haired girl's back. With every touch moving it a bit closer to her ass and making me scowl. The girl instantly reached out behind her back and raised his hand higher, clearly marking the line for forbidden area.

"What are you grinning about, killer," Tig patted my shoulder, trying to follow my gaze.

"Blondie looks like a good time," he added, blowing out a small whistle.

"Aye, they all do," Chibs nodded approvingly.

"Oh boy, trouble in the hood," Juice commented, pointing at the two new girls moving angrily towards the dance floor.

"Hey skank-face, get your filthy hands off of my man," one of them yelled loud enough for the whole bar to hear.

"Excuse me?" the brunette, who had previously being battling with the guy's fast-moving hand, turned to face the girl shouting at her.

It took one arrogant look from the brunette to have the yelling girl at her face, claws flying. Though the thing did take an awfully fast turn. I couldn't even remember the last time I saw a girl slamming blows like that on someone, if ever. The bitch who had been yelling at her was now down on the floor, practically unconscious. A pool of blood forming around her head, as the guys around them simply stared without doing a thing.

"Fucking amazing," Tig mumbled, getting up to go break that shit up.

"Alright enough, ladies," Chibs said, following Tig to the battleground. It took both him and Tig to pull the brunette away from the limp body underneath her. I stayed on my seat, mentally cheering for the brunette whose fist looked as messed up and bloody as the other girl's face. All in all I was not here to break up some pointless cat-fight, I personally was good with simply enjoying the show. For all I cared, she could have finished her off as well.

"You bitch," the girl whose face had already swollen into another measuring scale muttered as she was helped up by her friend and the sucker who had been the sole reason for all that had gone down.

"Are you hungry for more? I know I am," the brunette snapped back with a dashing smile that almost managed to jerk my eyes from her blood dripping hand. I let out a snort causing Juice to look at me. Bitch had some balls, that was for sure.

"Okay, okay, ladies, let's leave the wildlife to the bedroom," Tig dragged the brunette away from the epicenter of trouble. "All good here, Doug," Chibs told the barkeep moving in their direction. "But do help those gashes out, hurts my eyes," he waved at the troublemakers.

"How about a drink, doll-face, to cool down and all?" Tig had managed to guide the brunette to our table. The other two followed them, smiling at something Chibs had said.

"So hell-raiser, you have a name?" Tig asked, gently shoving her to sit down across from me.

"I'm gonna go clean up," she dodged past Tig, her eyes flowing over me like a bucket of cold water.

"So this is Carrie and Taylor," Chibs announced putting his hand first around the blonde and then the redhead.

"And those are Happy, Juice and Tig," he introduced, pointing at each of us in turn.

I nodded, my eyes following the brunette's back until she disappeared behind the wall. She hadn't told Tig her name for some reason. "Hey, bring me another beer.. and an icepack," I caught the hand of a passing waitress. I knew more than well, what it felt like after beating some idiot's face. In those cases cold ice was your only friend.

The girl with dark hair was gone so long that I actually thought she had left the building alltogether. Even Tig had moved on from waiting for her and was now busy dancing with the blonde, whose name might have been Carrie. I really had it bad with names.. Or maybe I just didn't try enough?

Chibs was smitten with the other one, promising her, that if she'd dance with him, there was no chance of some chick coming to ruin it. I couldn't help but roll my eyes as he even promised to give her his bike, if that somehow happened. Finally she agreed, leaving me with just Juice, who was already talking up one of the waitresses. For some reason I didn't feel like specifically going after someone. Instead I took a swig from the already too warm beer and started dragging my finger through the water coming from the melting icepack, thinking about leaving.

"May I have that?" she asked, startling me, as I didn't even see her coming up. She simply appeared out of nowhere.

Pushing it her way, she sat down and carefully placed the pack of ice on her bruised fist and pulled out her cell. Her face was unbruised, but the other bitch had managed to scratch her pretty good. There were three lines coming over her cheek. Making her appear as a warrior princess, who had just battled a tiger. God dammit, she looked even better close up.

"I'm going home," she told the blonde as she and Tig danced their way back to our table. "I'll see you guys tomorrow," she stood up abruptly, dropping her half ice, half water-pack on the table.

"We'll come with you," the blonde said, much to Tig's dismay.

"No, you can stay, I'm good, really," she forced on a smile just to assure her friend. It was almost believable.

"I can give you a lift," I blurted out without thinking.

She looked at me with her cold stare and shook her head, "No thanks."