Happy first came to my bar around 3 am. On a Sunday. I was about to close when he entered. The smell of pussy filled the room as soon as he sat at the bar. At first, I wanted to throw him out, but on this day I was happy for not having to go home. He looked tired and wasted, but his companionship was nice compared to the drunk skanks that were magically attracted by the strip club next door.
According to his smell, that was exactly where he came from, but by far he had neither pissed nor vomited somewhere and he was constantly ordering drinks. It was 5 am when I passed him the last one before saying: „Sorry, but I'll have to close after that one." The guy simply nodded. He was bold, a snake tattooed to his skalp and his eyes were of a dark-brown blackish color. „Ok.", he said. It was a dark, thrilling voice. He raised up and tumbled a little. „You're not gonna drive home are you?" The man made an odd face and scanned me with his eyes and shrugged. „I'll have to." I sighed and shrugged aswell.
He stood with me while I closed. „Is the bar allways open that late?", he hissed in my ear while coming up from behind me. „Yep. I usually close at 2:30 and stay till 3:00. Today you came and made my days income." He smiled at that and said. „My name's Happy."Goodbye Happy.", I said and pulled the key out of the lock. I swung my black hair around and turned to walk down the three blocks to my home place. „You living far away?", he yelled after me. „Nope, I'm fine thanks." I walked onwards while I heard a motorcycle fire up. Happy pulled up on it infront of me. „You didn't tell me what your name is." I got angry at him.
I bend down pretending to retie one of my shoes then I shot up pulling out the knife I carried in my right boot. He dodged me off and laughed even louder. „Back off.", I yelled and aimlessly stabbed the air in front of him. „I'm not going to hurt you. You know, girl? I just wanna know your name." My heart was beating so hard I could feel it on my tounge. „It's Lydia. Lydia, ok?", I spat out and he smiled. „Okay, Lydia. Let me take you home. I'm a really thankful person, you know?" I moved past him and jammed the knife back to its place. „No. Thank you. I'd rather walk than get on that thing with you being drunk." He grabbed my arm before I could pull it back. „We'll walk then.", he said. His voice low and threatening. I freed my arm. „It's a free country. You can go in whatever direction you like.", I stated and continued to walk. The man called Happy got of his motorcycle and started pushing it along my way, from time to time he would look at me, smile and then look back down the street.
We passed to blocks in silence before I got out my keyes and stopped in front of my house. „Okay. That's where I live.", I say resigning. My anger had faded away. I thought that if he'd wanted to kill or rape me, he'd done it by now. „Okay. Sleep well, Lydia.", he said and waited for me to unlock the door. I closed it behind me and watched him driving off into the night. He came back the night after that, and the one after that. We got into talking, somehow, even though he was sixteen years older me, there was a lot of things we had in common. It got so far, I found myself waiting for him to come to the bar.
Happy stepped out of the shower and watched the crow-eater in his bed light a cigarette. „You were more excited than usual.", she said with a cheeky smile. Happy liked her long black hair and her tiny, skinny body. He didn't like her face though. Her name was Cassie or something. He didn't care. All he was caring about was that she yelled out in pleasure when he banged her from behind. Happy longed for a drink. „Hey, Titties get out.", he snapped and started dressing up. „What? Usually I stay through the night, Mr. Happy.", she said and seductively played with one of her locks.
„Well not today, get out.", he grabbed her arm and pulled her off the bed. She shrieked and started dressing angrily. He locked the door after they left and checked his watch. There was still time to check in on Lydia and the bar. He smiled when he thought about Lydia's sharp tounge and her big, grey eyes. „You want me to come by tomorrow, Mr. Happy?", the eater asked and brushed his arm lightly. He looked at her, and for a second, she looked a damn lot like the sweet barkeeper. „No.", he said and pulled of. The chill air cleared his mind a little and blanked out his thoughts.
It was a ten minute ride from his place to the bar. The place was empty apart from two men sitting on a table with Lydia. Happy opened the door and entered. The beekeepers head flung around and her eyes scanned him for a second. „Hey.", she said. „I'll be there in a sec." The men continued whispering to Lydia while Happy moved through the room to sit down at the bar. „Okay, Missie. You understand what that means right? You don't pay... We'll have to get something else instead otherwise." It was some prick with grey curly hair who reached out to play with a strain of Lydia's long silky black hair. „You don't threaten me!", she hissed and dodged of the man's hand. Happy turned around. He threw a look at them and they fell silent.
„Whatta' ya want?", the old man with the curly hair asked. Happy shrugged. „It looks interesting, how three men threaten a helpless woman." „You her father or something?", the curly head answered and the other man laughed. Happy's smile faded. „No.", he answered. Lydia stood up and wanted to move towards the bar, but the man next to her grabbed her arm and forced her down. „He's a customer. I'm serving drinks here.", she snapped at the young one. „Not anymore bitch. You need to pay you know?", he answered and yanked her head back while grabbing her hair. Lydia didn't make a sound. Her eyes were grey flooded pools of hatred and she didn't care to hide it. Her mouth was a thin grim line, when she turned her head to Happy. The Tacoma-Killer looked back at her. Tried to read what she was telling him, with this look. That moment the whole thing went out of control.
The young man banged her head on to the table and the old one got out a gun, pointing it at Happy who had jumped up. Still, Lydia wasn't making a sound. When she moved back up, her lip was bleeding and the hatred was burning deep and darkly. Happy could feel how tense it made the air. Could practically hear the blood rushing through his veins. The young one jammed down Lydia's head again and some blood spilled over the table. It made a cracking noise, and When Lydia turned her head to face him, he saw that her nose was broken. She spat out blood. Still she didn't wince out in pain or cried. She even looked more fierce than before. Happy watched one of her hands slide down to her right boot and he knew what she was doing. The old man put away the gun and stood up. „I think she had enough for today.", he said and waved at his mate to stand up to.
When he passed Lydia she shot up and rammed the knife into his throat. The younger man hesitated just long enough to get knocked out by Happy with en elbow. Lydia sat back down and watched the old man on her floor bleed out in silence. Happy got two shot glasses and filled them. Lydia cleaned out her mouth with the first one and spat the mixture of alcohol and blood into the dead man's face. After the second one she got up, pulled her knife out of his throat and walked over to the other guy. She searched him, took away his gun and started waking him. She held the knife against his throat and hissed: „Don't ever think of coming back again, you understand? Or I'll kill you too." The young man nodded and rushed out of the bar without even giving his companion's dead body a look.
Lydia cleaned the knife on her jeans and put it back to her boot. Happy smirked when she sat down again. She scanned him and smirked back with a sad face. „Thanks, Hap.", she said and started crying. The Son sat helplessly in front of her watching her cry for a while before she stopped and he asked: „Who were they?" Lydia sighed. „My brother had the absolutely perfect idea to borrow money from some... I don't know." She sighed again and poured down another shot. „So you're in that motorcycle club, here in town?", she asked and pointed at his patch.
He hadn't realized he had never worn it at her bar before. „Yep.", he said. „What do you know about SAMCRO?", he asked back and she shrugged. „Not much. Really. Heard you sell guns. Heard you went to jail. Heard you kill people and own blood money. The rumour shit.", she answered. „Are you scared of me?", Happy asked and somehow he was scared of her answer himself. „No... Hell, no.", Lydia answered and her eyes brightened. She looked down on the dead body and back at him. „Any idea on that?", the barkeeper asked with an innocent smile. Happy got up and went to the toilets to give Jax a call. He had an idea how to handle it, but he needed help.
„Hey, prez. Send over Chibs and Juicy for me will you? I've got a situation to handle here..." His president was a good man, and they waited only twenty more minutes before Chibs entered. „Bloody mess!", he yelled out and looked at Lydia. Happy could see the pity in his eyes while checking her bruises. Chibs had always been an honorable man. Juice looked down at the dead body and panicked a little. „Hey, Sweetbutt.", Chibs told Lydia to get another shot glass for Juice and they drank one each in silence.
„Why did you do that Happy?", Juice asked and pointed at the corpse. „It wasn't me.", his brother in arms stated and looked at Lydia. „It was self-defense.", he continued. „Okay. Okay...", Chibs echoed and grunted. „Gimme the keys, Sweetheart. Me and Juicy here will handle that for ya. But you owe us one.", he smiled and Lydia poured another drink to his glass. Happy stood up. „Let's go Lydia." The young woman looked at Chibs and then at Happy and threw her Keys over to Chibs. „Take care.", she said when Happy guided her out. He handed her his helmet and she put it on, without saying anything. „Okay, get on behind me.", Happy said and she climbed up and wrapped his arms around her so tightly, he could feel her tits press against his back.
Happy didn't take her home to her place. He took her to SAMCRO. She didn't say anything but followed him inside and sat down at a table when Happy told her to. The clubhouse bar was empty apart from them. „I have a room here, you can go sleep there." She nodded. „But first I'll get someone for your nose."
Lydia was in the shower when Happy entered the room. He sat down on the bed and waited. She was finished quickly. She strolled by him, only wearing underwear and looked at him. „You got any clothes?", she asked. Happy examined her slender figure and for the first time he realized she was tattooed all over her back and belly. It was a nice coloured tattoo of flowers and a girl holding a gun. „Is this supposed to be you?", Happy asked and pointed at the ink. „No. It's my Ma.", she answered and repeated. „Clothes... Happy?"
He got up and fetched her a white T-shirt from the drawer. He still examined her every move while she dressed and then sat on the bed beside him. „I'm sorry I put you through this.", she started and he wrapped one of his arms around her shoulder. „It's okay, sweetie.", he said. He pulled her closer and kissed her hair before standing up. „Get some rest. Tomorrow's gonna be a long day." He started to walk out, when she grabbed his arm and turned him around. „Wait... Happy.", she said and looked up at him.
Happy could feel his heart race in his chest and closed his eyes, sucking in her smell. It made his head go blank. Lydia leaned against him and wrapped his arms around him pulling closer. He brushed away hair from her face and looked into her grey eyes deeply. „I killed him.", she murmured and started shaking. He embraced her and caressed her hair, while she shook in his arms. „Please don't leave me alone, Happy.", she said, her voice merely a whisper. „I won't.", he said, promising with his eyes. She sighed in relief and stood on tip toes to kiss him lightly. Her lips brushed his. She moved away and chuckled. „Sorry. All the stress. I know... I know you're not up to that sort of thing... I'll just..."
Happy pulled her back to his arms and kissed her forcefully. She stiffened for a second and then relaxed and eased into his kiss. Her mouth opened inviting his tounge and Happy ran his hand down her back grabbing her perky ass. He pulled away. Lydia stumbled back with a dizzy face and questioning eyes. Happy ignored his dick pressing against his pants when he said: „Sleep. I'll watch you." He sat on the floor and she lied down on the bed facing him. „I like you Happy.", she said. „I know.", he answered and stared at the ceiling. He breathed in and out slowly before saying: „I like you too."
Lydia fell asleep quickly and Happy left her silently. The bar had filled with a few Sons and eaters. Happy's favourite was all over Rat, one of the Prospects. He knew why. The eaters always hoped they'd become someone's old lady.
„Hey, Sweetbutt.", he addressed her. When she turned around, Happy didn't look at her face. „Let's go.", he said and looked over at Rat. „If she wakes up, tell her I'll be back soon."
He pulled the eater after him and walked over to the workshop. It was always empty at this hour. Happy didn't care to take his clothes off when he bent the eater over a table and helplessly jammed his cock into her. The girl screamed out in pleasure and Happy was disgusted by her, by himself. A picture of Lydia came to his mind and he released into the eaters left her in the workshop and went back to the clubhouse to sit before his bedroom door waiting for Lydia to wake up.
