Raven wanted nothing more than a good lay that evening, as she laid in bed studying her laptop to finish the reminding things on her checklist for the day. A good lay always refreshed her and it had been a long time since a guy had met those qualifications. Her mind drifted off to Tara mentioning earlier that day that Samcro was having a party later that week and since Raven had yet to stop by this place which Tara had let her know there were a lot of good lucking, strong men that Raven would easily be able to find one to her liking. Enough was enough and she was going to give that place a chance. Surely a motorcycle gang had to know how to use the tools they were blessed with? She knew Tara was well satisfied in that area and she was with the President of the club, which made her feel her chances were even better. Friday night couldn't get here soon enough in her mind.

"Raven! You were supposed to meet at my place half hour ago!?" Tara yelled as she walked into Ravens home. Not that this action caught Tara by surprise, Raven would always have the best intentions of getting places on time, but always had one thing or another pop up at the last minute and cause her to always be running late.

Ravens head popped around the corner where her bathroom was located. "I'm sorry Tara, I was in a meeting with the developer and he dragged on and on and on. Give me five more minutes, grab a drink from the fridge and unwind." And Raven shut the door as Tara sighed, hoping it would only be five more minutes. It wasn't that Tara was looking forward to going to the club, but she was interested to see who Raven would end up going for. Tara grabbed a bottle of beer out of the fridge and took a long swig of it. Was this even a good idea? To bring Raven into her world? She wasn't so sure of it, but after Raven was complaining about how awful her sex life was Tara had got to the point where she was sick of hearing about it.

Fifteen minutes later, Raven walked out and saw Tara looking through some pictures up on the walls. They were random shots of friends and one thing Raven loved to do in her free time was take photos of anything that caught her eye. "Really Rave, if this gym thing doesn't work out, you should consider going into this. You always take such breathtaking photos." Tara turned around to face Raven, an instinct she had learned after always being mindful of her surroundings. Raven was dressed in a tube top body con dress that was a few inches short of her knees. Her blonde hair was up in a high ponytail, with the curls cascading past her shoulders effortlessly. Raven was only big on two pieces of makeup, red lipstick and mascara, both of which she had on.

"Think this outfit works for tonight?" Raven questioned, not really needing Taras approval because she wasn't insecure at all. She made sure to take excellent care of her body and felt it was nice to be able to show it off after her daily hard work.

"Oh yeah, the guys are going to be fighting over you for sure!" Tara laughed as she set down her empty bottle and linked arms with Raven walking out the door to start what was sure to be an eventful evening.

Raven wasn't caught off-guard when they pulled up to the club. Tara had already filled in her on what to expect, but Raven felt she was doing it more so for her own sake. Tara didn't want to scare off Raven and part of her was a bit worried it might not be Ravens scene and they wouldn't be ever able to hang out there. Tara was really hoping that this would go well and Raven could accompany her here more often and that would make it better for her, a bit selfish? Yes, but Tara wanted to have a female on her side that she could always count on. Raven would be there without a doubt in her mind.

Tara guided Raven inside straight to the bar and ordered them two beers. Tara sat and observed Raven knowing that she was taking in everything around her. Seeing two gals pole dancing for a few guys, a few well built men playing pool, a guy sitting in the chair in the middle of the bar getting his dick sucked while he leaned back and sipped on his gin. Her eyes stopped, however, when she saw a bald headed beast walking out from what was the bedrooms as Tara had explained. He had this serene look to him that Raven couldn't take her eyes off of him and felt her body temperate rise when he turned his head and their eyes locked. Raven didn't even need to see any of the other guys to know that was the one she wanted. Tearing her eyes away from him, Raven nudged Tara to get her attention.

"Hey, who is that guy?"

Tara looked excited to find out who was the guy to catch her attention that quickly and once she saw who it was she paused for a moment. Was it a good idea for her friend to go for the Killer of the club? From what she knew of this guy, he wasn't the friendliest and had a reputation for being cruel to the ladies that he picked to take to his room. But she knew Raven wouldn't listen to her, she was hell bent on making her own decisions and mistakes. "That's Happy, Raven be careful about him. He's the toughest of the club and I don't want you to get hurt."

Raven gave her friend a reassuring smile, Tara had always been her best friend and had her best interest at heart. Even if it annoyed Raven sometimes, she couldn't help but still love that quality about her. "I'll be okay Tara."

Raven grabbed a second beer and followed where she saw Happy walk out of the club. She saw him leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette as he oozed sex appeal. She caught herself licking her lips as she walked up to him and stopped a step away from him. "Hi, I'm Raven." She smiled at him as he glanced over at her and nodded. She waited a few moments for him to say something and it was dead silence. She wasn't used to that and noticed he just stood straight ahead. Was he not interested in her?

She decided to take a different approach to find out. She boldly moved in front of him so his eyes were on hers as she ran her hand up and down from his collarbone to his belt. "I don't like to be ignored. I know you guys aren't the typical gentleman here but the least you could do is respond when I speak to you."

"Don't talk much." He replied as he maintained eye contact with her. He had to give her credit for being so up front with him. Did he want to fuck her? Hell fucking yeah, but he wasn't going to give in that easily. Wanted to see what she was made of and wanted her to be the one to initiate it.

She sighed and for a moment Happy felt a rush of worry run through him for showing such a lack of interest in her. It was gone in a second as soon as she slid her fingers underneath his white t shirt and her fingertips danced along the top of where his jeans laid. "We don't have to talk." She smiled up at him, with a hint of rebelliousness in her.

"Hey Happy, we got to go. Found the source." Clay came running out of the club, getting onto his motorcycle.

"Fuck." Happy had meant to keep that thought to himself, but when he saw her lips curve into a smile realized he said it out loud. "Maybe another time." He slid around her and got onto his bike, taking one glance back at her retreating end going back into the club. 'This fucker is going to pay.' Happy thought for ruining what he had been fantasizing about for weeks now.

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