Hey everyone, im back! This might turn into a story if you guys are interested! I still haven't given up on my other story so there might be an update there in a while! I don't own Sons of Anarchy, just the OC's. The story doesn't take place in a specific season. Enjoy and please let me know what you think!

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Happy angrily pushed the bleach blonde croweater off his lap. Her wild grinding was causing more pain than pleasure. Without a second glance at the whore he got up and walked over to the bar.
"A beer" he growled at Half-Sack. Putting the bottle to his lips he turned and leaned against the bar. The party was in full swing, sons and croweaters everywhere. If he was honest the whores were beginning to bore him. It was like they all came out of the same box. Peroxide blonde hair, skimpy clothes and either stick thin or bursting at the seams. He watched with mild amusement mixed with disgust how Kozik lured three girls with him to his dorm.

Needing to get away from the thick smell of sweat, beer and pussy he pushed through the door and stepped into the fresh and cool night air. As he lit a cigarette he let his eyes wander over the lot. There were a few people out, most of them latched onto each other in some corner or on a bench.

Then his eyes landed on a mass of wild blonde hair, covering a tan and lean back. As he approached the figure sitting cross legged on a picnic table he saw smoke billowing above her head and smelled pot.

"You got any more of that" he growled, standing behind her.

The figure jumped slightly at his gruff voice and she turned her head, sweeping her hair aside.

Happy was momentarily taken aback. Staring at him was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Her eyes appeared a mix between green and gold in the dim light and her hair framed her pretty face like a halo. She had full natural looking lips and long black eyelashes that batted at him while she spoke.

"I'm sorry what?"

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Lita had been sitting on the picnic bench for a good hour now. She sighed when she took another drag, the pot always got her to relax. Pot was exactly what was needed after spending some time with Tig.

She had been going to the clubhouse parties for a few weeks now, Lyla brought her in. She had done some odd jobs, mostly girl on girl photo shoots and a few clips with her. She had complained to Lyla about not knowing anyone in Charming and the lack of fun she was having. Lyla knew just the thing. Right from the moment she walked into the clubhouse one Friday night Tig had been on her.

She grinned when she thought back to that first night. He had immediately come up to her, spared no time on sweet talk and threw her over his shoulder. She had squealed and thought about screaming, but something held her back. This was after all, what she was here for wasn't it.. That and besides, she thought he was pretty attractive in a rough kind of way, his eyes were mesmerizing.

She flicked some ash off her denim shorts and blew little circles of smoke into the air. This night had been much like the first. He had thrown her onto the bed and immediately tied her hands to the bedpost. She was completely at his mercy. And she loved it. He made her discover a side of herself she never thought she had. She had always prized herself for being feminist and at first hated herself for doing porn. But money was sparse. She now knew however, that being a feminist didn't mean you couldn't enjoy professional sex or submissive sex. It meant you were doing those things on your own terms, she felt liberated.

She shivered when she remembered the fierce orgasm Tig had brought her to by squeezing her throat and pounding into her mercilessly, yeah pot was exactly what was needed.

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"I said, you got more of that" Happy repeated after a few seconds. Without a word the girl reached into her yellow crochet top and pulled out a little bag of weed. After rolling him one she stuck her arm out, palm up, offering him the joint. Happy was amazed at how tiny her hand and wrist were when his large hand picked up the joint.

Lighting the stick, he cleared his throat "You a croweater?" he asked.

"Well I'm Lita, nice to meet you too" the girl said, letting out a hoarse laugh. She turned around on the table and now sat facing him. "And yeah I suppose I am".

Happy stood like a dark looming statue, blowing out smoke, his arm crossed over his chest. "Haven't seen you around before" He rumbled.

Lita looked up at the bald biker, his taunt muscles clearly visible through the black long sleeved shirt he was wearing. His voice made her shiver involuntarily. It struck a chord deep inside her. She tried hard to look him in the eye, but his look was stone cold, dark black orbs looking back at her.

"Well Tig has kind of been keeping me to himself" she said. Giving Happy a small smile.

"So what's your name?"

"So you're off limits?" Happy asked, then answering her question, "I'm Happy".

Lita looked up at him with those big beautiful eyes, "That is a funny name, and no, why, you planning on something?" she said with a grin.

Happy stubbed out the joint and waved at her to follow him. He was over the moon Tig hadn't claimed the girl. If Tig was so into her she was bound to be great ass, not to mention the semi-hard on her looks where already giving him. He had to actually adjust himself when he watched her stand up and walk over the picnic table down to his side. She had lean tan legs that seemed to go on for miles, her chest looked fucking luscious and for some reason the fact that she was barefoot instead of wobbling in stripper heels turned him on even more.

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