Grace rang the bell. Nervously she shifted her weight to her left foot and back to the right one, waiting until Faye would show up.

When the door opened, it was a middle-aged woman who greeted her. "Hey darlin'. You must be Grace." She offered her hand, with a warm smile that reminded her of her daughter. "Gemma. Come in, Faye told me you would stop by. Have you settled down a bit?"

"Not really," Grace answered, smiling, "but I'm glad everyone around is so helpful and friendly."

They chatted a bit as they entered the house. The layout was similar to her own, giving her an impression of what her home would look like if they had unpacked their things. While walking to the living room, her eye caught a family picture, showing her Faye had an older brother. It was a handsome, blonde guy that didn't show many similarities with her new friend. She wondered if they could get along well. She had no brothers or sisters, and especially now she had moved to a new town she couldn't help but wonder how it would have been if she'd had a sibling to share the experience with.

"Faye, honey! Your new friend is here!" Gemma yelled, laying a hand on her shoulder and giving her a light push. "You can go upstairs, it's the second door to the left."

Grace climbed the stairs and felt relieved when the girl stepped out of her room before Grace had to disturb her.

. . .

Faye heard Gemma call and grunted softly annoyed. Not because of Gemma, but because of her thoughts which she wasted on Happy, although there was no hope anyway. Of course he would fuck with someone else today, as always. It was only a matter of time before Faye finally lost control and would slap Happy's new toy in her pretty face, or worse. However, she would betray herself with that. As she walked out of the door, Grace was already standing in front of her. "Hey, there you are!" She reached for the girl's wrist and pulled her into her room. Faye had already put some outfits on her bed. "Choose one of them." She sat down on her windowsill and leaned against the window. On the bed laid a dress, a pair of jeans and a shirt and a skirt with a shirt, so Grace had a good selection. "And then we can go. You will certainly like it. But don't be scared, they are all bikers." A broad grin crept to her lips, but she wanted to "warn" Grace. "How was your trip to town?"

"They are all bikers?" Grace repeated with a shaky voice. Was this some sick joke? "You're kidding, right?" Her hand floated above the dark blue dress. It looked classy, not slutty at all, but she didn't know if she dared to wear it ‒ especially when those bikers for whom Adrian had warned her would be around.

"Yes, and their Old Ladies. We're not the only girls there. And my mom is there too, everything will be fine," she explained as she saw how nervous the girl was. "You should wear it. I'm sure it looks great on you!" Faye pointed at the blue dress.

Grace held the dress in front of her. The fabric felt heavenly, it was probably expensive. Even though it looked classy, it was not too chic. And if this biker girl was usually wearing it, she wouldn't look out of place, right? A blush appeared on her cheeks. "I love it, but my parents are very old fashioned and I think my dad won't understand why I wear this instead of normal jeans. And I'm not staying long, so I can't change clothes here. I don't want to spoil your night." She put their former topic purposely on rest, she didn't want to offend the girl any further. She wasn't going to say another bad word about bikers until she had met them, even though the prospect squeezed her throat a bit.

Faye pressed her lips together, stood up and walked over to Grace. She rested her hands on the girl's shoulders. "Wear it. We'll take your normal clothes with us. You can change in the bathroom there then, okay? Your parents won't notice anything," she said, trying to convince the girl. Grace definitely needed a bit more fun in her life. "I'm waiting downstairs and I don't want to see you in other clothes," Faye smiled sweetly before she went downstairs, waiting with her mom for Grace.

Grace took a deep breath and nodded, not wanting to spoil her friend's mood. The last thing she wanted, was sounding like a nag. As soon as Faye had left the room, she took off her clothes and put on the dress. Hesitantly, she looked into the mirror. It really was a beautiful dress. She stroked her hands across her bare arms while she kept looking at her reflection. The dress fell upon her knees and was shorter than anything she had ever worn, except for her bikini, and her legs were pale because they had seen so few sunlight. She walked up to the hallway. "Faye? You eh, you got thighs?"

Ten minutes later they were ready to go. She still doubted it was a good idea to walk around in this clothes and she still felt uncomfortable, but Faye was really impressed about her outfit and she didn't take her for a liar. "Is it far? Should we take my car so you can drive back with your mom?"

Faye shook her head. "No, we'll drive with my mom. And she'll also take you home, we already talked about that." It was totally okay for Gemma to drive the girl home later and probably Faye would even drive home with them. Faye had to admit that she really loved how the dress looked on Grace ‒ and probably everyone would try to flirt with the new girl in town. Hopefully Happy wouldn't ‒ that was her only worry.

. . .

Happy tossed a towel in a corner and left the bath room. Rowena was gone, as she always was after a good fuck. He had to admit he was growing more and more fond of that girl. She just knew her limits and could sense perfectly well when he wanted her and when he didn't want her. He never needed to send her away, she knew when he had grown tired of her. She wasn't anything like her twin sister Melissa, who had more than once begged him to become his old lady. It was pathetic and had made him angry. He never hit women, but this one was really annoying and the last time she had declared her love to him, he had slapped her in the face and sent her away. Her grief had been brief, he had seen her disappear with one of his brothers a few days ago and he assumed she had found another victim. Good. Her sister was better in bed anyway. He put on his jeans and black SAMCRO shirt and went to the clubhouse. The prospects were still getting everything ready for the party and Happy walked to the dartboard. Last night he had embarrassed himself, losing from a dumb prospect, so he could use a bit more practice before the rest showed up.

Juice just went inside after another smoke and sat down on one of the sofas, watching Happy with a wide grin as he stood in front of the dartboard. "Trying to do it better tonight, huh?" he asked, still smirking.

Happy glared at his younger brother, his wide grin annoying as always. Instead of answering him, he focused on the dart board again and kept staring to it until he had hit the bull's eye.

Juice chuckled as Happy didn't even give him an answer. He knew exactly how annoying his good mood sometimes was to Happy. "See, you're not that bad at all."

Happy snorted. "Wanna take your chances?"

Juice was just about to stand up and take the chance, as Faye came inside with someone he had never seen before ‒ and damn, that girl was a real beauty. She didn't look like one of the Croweaters or an Old Lady, that was kinda interesting.

"Hey, you know who that is?" he asked Hap, nodding over to the two girls.

Happy frowned at the sight of the girl. She looked around like she was in the wrong place, but Faye wasn't holding her hand for no reason. "I have no idea." He had to admit she was pretty, but too reserved for his liking – and probably half his age too. His eyes rested on Faye, who was looking good as always. He knew the Croweaters bored her sometimes, so he dared to bet she had taken someone more interesting to the party. "Doubt she's gonna like this." He snorted. "She looks scared man, as if she's trapped in a cage with hungry wolves." His eyes wandered to Juice, whose wolfish grin was suddenly very fitting. "Which she is, I guess."