"Would you hurry up!" Molly yelled at Charity. It was time to leave and Molly was growing impatient.
It was going on 8pm and, being around the club her whole life, Molly knew that that was a good time to arrive. Not too early. Not too late. The grill was still going. People weren't drunk yet. The guys usually kept their clothes on until later. The music was going. The booze was flowing. A perfect time. And Charity was dragging her feet. Taking her dear sweet time getting ready.
"I don't know," Charity whined from inside the bathroom. "Maybe I should just stay home. You go have a good time."
"What kind of a good time would I have without my BFF there?" Molly yelled through the door. "Now come on. Happy is coming down from Tacoma and… Besides… there will be karaoke," Molly sang the last word.
Charity sighed and then opened the door. Molly's jaw dropped at how beautiful she looked. Dark washed skinny jeans paired with a deep purple and black corset top. The rhinestones in the top shimmered and shined. Then there were the six inch heeled black boots that made her five foot two frame a little taller. Molly smiled, "You look hot!"
Charity threw her head back and laughed. Her long, curled hair fell back when she did so.
"You're makeup is en pointe!" Molly waved her hand. "The guys are too used to caked on makeup from the croweaters. This barely there thing you have going on will turn their heads!"
"So this Happy…" Charity started. "What does he do for the club. Clay is president. Jax is VP. Your uncle is treasurer. Your Juice is IT geek and Happy is…?"
"First off," Molly frowned. "He is not 'my Juice'. We are just friends… were just friends? I don't know! And I'm mad at him, remember?"
"Yeah, because you kissed him," Charity jeered.
"Once! And that's why I'm mad at him! He's been avoiding me like I have the plague since! We were drunk and kissed! Like… really kissed… but It's not like we slept together!" Molly exclaimed.
"But you wish you could!" Charity jeered again.
Molly felt her cheeks get red like they always did when she is embarrassed. "O.M.G. It's Juice! I feel bad for drunkenly kissing him. I can't imagine how I would feel if I slept with him! Anyway to answer your question, I don't know what Happy does for the club. He's the "Enforcer", But I don't know what that means. Uncle Bobby just says he enforces the rules and protects the club, but I don't know how. I tried to Google it once and nothing came up. I think it's one of those hush hush things in the MC world."
Charity was even more intrigued by this guy. Molly said he was tall and handsome. Definitely older than her, his late forties. Had graying scruff, on his face and on his head. Tattoos all over. Oh and Molly said the best part about him was his voice. He had a deep, gravelly voice that apparently was to die for. The only hangup? This guy was a one and done sort of guy. He never dated. Never had an "old lady", as Molly called it, just one night and that was it. But, that wasn't a bad thing, Charity thought to herself. After all, that's all she was looking for at the moment.
This was going to be a fun night!
