Everything SOA related belongs to Kurt Sutter and FX. I only claim the ownership of Kalissa and everything else that you haven't seen/ heard on TV.
Shit, should I scream and kick him to the groin or something, Kalissa's thoughts were racing, while at the same time physically she didn't dare to move a muscle.
They stood there eyeing each other for long moment. Suddenly he smiled, making the whole situation even scarier. The smile never reached his eyes, leaving them cold and ruthless. Still the odd mixture of those piercing eyes and confusing smile made it look like he was actually amused.
Smothering the need to surprise him with a high-pitched scream and swing to the manhood, Kalissa decided to try asking him nice one last time, "I already apologized and honestly I didn't touch any of your stuff, can I please go now?"
"Why are you even here?" he glanced down at her, eyes narrowed.
"My car is here and I forgot to…" she started explaining, but was soon cut off.
"No, you're not local, why Charming?" his smile had faded.
"I'm just passing by," Kalissa answered quickly. To kill you and get on with my life, she added mentally.
"And then decided to hang out in a biker club… all by yourself?" by the way he emphasized the last part, he was obviously enjoying the idea.
"I'm not hanging out here," she grumbled, forgetting for a second to act like a proper wallflower.
"But you are planning on fucking Juice?" he fired off, causing Kalissa to gasp with astonishment.
Losing her temper totally, she pushed past him, muttering a loud enough, "Fuck you!" on her way.
Getting out of his room, she felt instant relief, when he didn't follow. The other emotion occupying her was fury. She was mad at herself, for losing it like that. He was obviously stirring her up intentionally. But why? One thing was sure, she needed to stay as far away from him as possible, at least until she had come up with a foolproof idea to get to the key or it was time to literally be close enough, to hear him take his last breath.
"There you are," Juice approached her from behind, as she entered the main area, "been looking for you."
"Everything okay with whatever you all were doing?" Kalissa turned to face him.
"Well… actually there's something I need to talk to you about," Juice's stare became cautious.
"You should stay here tonight," he started. "No need to worry though, it's just a precaution. We ran into some trouble and it would be safer for everyone associated with us to be close for some time, just in case," he promised, covering her hand with his.
Although she didn't look forward to spending the night in SAMCRO residential district, she saw an opening for perhaps some more snooping around in Happy's room. Though being caught there twice would definitely blow her cover. "You think I might be in danger?" she looked at him with worry in her eyes. Faking emotions she actually didn't feel was becoming easier for her by the minute.
"Well I for one would definitely feel better, if I knew you were here, under our protection," Juice lifted her hand to his heart. It seemed like he was really telling the truth and not just trying to get her to stay for some fun times in bed.
As the evening arrived, the clubhouse was packed with people. It looked more like a party, than a gathering for keeping everyone involved with the MC safe. For a moment Kalissa even forgot the real reason she was there. Playing pool with a crazy-ass biker with black curls and bluish eyes, who tried to grope her every single time he had to move past her to get the perfect spot for a shot, made her really laugh out loud. She had to admit, most of the guys there, excluding Happy, who was moping by the bar and talking to Jax, were actually quite friendly and fun.
…
Happy lifted his glass and gulped down the whiskey it was holding with one big sip. He had been drinking way more than usual, that he even felt his eyes getting a bit fuzzy.
"Shit man, I'm jealous," Tig had left Kalissa and Juice and sat down next to him, "look at that fine ass."
Happy did not need his call for attention, he was already looking.
"Should we perhaps lock Juice up for the night and then take turns?" Tig returned his gaze to Hap.
Happy was turning his glass so fast in his hands, it was just a blur. "You do that," he finally answered, emphasizing the 'you' part. He was not looking for a competition over some naive chick with Juice and Tig. He rarely had to work for pussy. The usual course of things were, that he sat down and a few crow eaters fought over him, until he finally picked the winner for the night.
…
As morning closed up, Kalissa felt drunk, which made her regret agreeing to stay there. Being drunk meant that she really was defenseless, at least to some extent. Like for example the ability to think quick on her feet, had diminished to extreme proportions. Also being intoxicated made her sleepy and she did not feel safe enough, to really close her eyes in a place like this.
It didn't stop Juice though, from steering her slowly toward his room. "Let's have one more drink," she protested with a wide grin, feeling herself being gently pushed in the opposite direction. She had enough sense to know, that once she was inside his room, the whole situation would probably get even more forceful.
He unfortunately did not hear any of that and soon Kalissa found herself standing in his small room, trying to think of a way out of there.
"I won't bite," he promised, patting the spot next to him on his relatively small bed.
"I'm feeling a bit sick, drank well over my limits tonight I guess," she lied with an apologetic smile, "I think I'll go get myself some water."
"I'll wait for you," Juice winked at her, before pulling off his shirt. Kalissa had to admit, he was looking fine, well more than fine. He was smoking hot and that simple fact made her hurry out of there, as if she was chased by fire.
Get it together, you drunk idiot, her mind was yelling, as Kalissa made her way to the kitchen.
A tall body sat down on a chair, just as she stepped inside. She couldn't identify, who it was at first, the room was only illuminated by the moonlight peaking in through a small window right underneath the ceiling.
Kalissa looked for the switch on the wall, but couldn't see it, so she simply moved forward in the nearly dark room, heading for the refrigerator. She opened the door, well that's why they have lights inside, she thought peering over her shoulder to the now visible body. Great, just awesome, she took out a water bottle and closed the door.
"Coming out for air?" Happy commented, making her stop short.
"You always sit in dark rooms and interrogate people?" she snapped back instantly.
Happy stood up and moved to the doorway to switch on the lights. "Better?" he stopped right in front of her. His voice was so gravelly and intense, it made her forget, what he was saying.
"Thanks, really helpful," she forced on a smile for him.
"You smile too much," he said in a voice that could only be translated as an accusation.
Well you breathe too much. "And that's a bad thing?" she scowled, crossing her arms.
"That's suspicious," he was so close she could smell the mixture of smokes and whiskey on him.
That's when she saw it, the key she had been hoping to find in his room. Her key. It was resting peacefully on his chest. Without thinking, she reached out to touch it.
Happy swiped her hand away and grabbed her by the shoulders. He pushed her against the kitchen wall and towered over her with a frightening glare. Kalissa opened her mouth to scream for help just as he tilted his head and forced his lips on hers.
