Hey! Thanks for all the love for this! Love hearing all your thoughts on it! I wanna know something. (Ive got the next 6 chapters written so it's already done) but I'm intrested to know what you think Happy's date would be.
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Bella watched, her lip between her teeth, as the men filed out of church. Happy, her dad and Clay walked towards her. Her head was swimming with what Georgia had just told her about being an Old Lady, she didn't know if she could do it. She didn't think she could comply with half of the so-called rules. She was going to have to talk to Happy. But then was she even his Old Lady? He said she was his and he was hers… It was really confusing.
"It was decided, you've got an hour to get ready. Quinn and Happy will make sure you have a vest and some hardware. When we get there you are to stick to them like glue. Don't speak unless spoken to and keep your head. You good with that?" Clay asked, his voice sharper than it usually was when he spoke to her. He normally sounded like an Uncle, now he was President of the Sons of Anarchy and it showed.
"Yes," Bella nodded. She would do what she needed to do to make sure everyone was safe.
"Good girl, we've got this," Clay said, slapping a hand on her shoulder before walking away.
"Rane? What did Clay mean?" Georgia asked, managing to look worried and annoyed at the same time.
"Happy, can I use your room to grab a shower?" Bella asked quietly, her bag was still stashed in the kitchen. She didn't think she should turn up in his shirt for this meeting, even if it would hide the bullet proof vest they were going to lend her.
"Sure thing girly," Happy nodded, handing over his key without thought. "You good with this?"
"Erm… it seems the best of two bad options," Bella said honestly. She didn't enjoy being shot at or in danger. She'd rather have gone home and hid in her bed with a good book, but that wasn't her. She'd never been able to sit around when she could help others.
"Your pops and me, we got you. Nothing's getting past us. Yeah?" Happy said, his eyes intensely focused on her.
"Yeah," Bella said, giving him a half smile back.
"Go get your shower girly. Need to get you tooled up before we go," Happy said, nodding towards the corridor where the dorms were.
Bella swore as the water hit her back in the shower. It stung a lot, but she'd had worse.
Getting out she braided her still wet hair and chose some simple clothes. Black jeans, black t-shirt and her black biker boots. She had thought about going for something more flattering or feminine but decided against it. She needed clothes she was confident in and could move in, in case things went wrong.
Getting dressed she carried on going over what Georgia had said. Bella didn't think she could share Happy, she didn't think she could welcome him back into her bed knowing he'd been with someone else while he was away, or even multiple someones. That wasn't who she was and it wasn't the relationship she wanted. She also wasn't keen on playing games like some of the Old ladies liked to do, to keep a man on his toes and interested. She'd had enough of games and lies with Edward. She knew that she should be worrying about this meeting but she was more concerned with the rules she would be following. Rules she had no idea of previously, that Happy had not once mentioned.
She packed her bag up to take back and went back out, remembering to lock the door behind her.
The clubhouse was even more full now and it had been almost unbearable before. Ten extra men, especially with the size of most of them, was a lot. She made her way to the kitchen, squeezing in between people as politely as she could. The kitchen was full of women when she got there, Old Ladies and Crow Eaters alike. Luanne was chatting to Gemma and Georgia, Lyla was with a group of women Bella thought might have been from Caracara. Trying not to get in the way Bella popped her bag down with others and went to find Happy and her dad. She was trying not to be but she was getting nervous. She didn't want to be in the way or be a liability, she also didn't want to get anyone hurt.
Keeping her eyes open she made her way through the throng of people. Looking out for her dad's tall, demanding figure or Happy's shaven head.
"You looking for someone, babe?" Bella turned to find Koz smiling at her.
"Happy and my dad, they're supposed to be arming me," Bella explained, glad to see a friendly face.
"They're outside, c'mon, think they were talking about going head to head in the ring," Koz said, taking her hand and moving through the crowd with much more ease than she had.
"You're kidding, right?" Bella asked in panic. She knew her dad would be a bit annoyed about her and Happy, he could be over protective, but to fight each other? That was too much! Bella didn't want either of them to get hurt and she especially didn't want to be the one they were fighting over.
"Yeah, they wouldn't do that before heading out. Your face was a picture though," Koz replied laughing. As they stepped through the clubhouse doors Bella punched him on the arm. "Ouch, shit, that hurt! You've been practicing!"
"That wasn't funny!" Bella grouched.
"Ay now, ye supposed to be restin'. If Kozik needs punchin' one of us'll do it fer ya," Chibs' Scottish brogue made her turn to the men in front of her around one of the picnic tables.
"Punching Koz is very restful," Bella smirked even through her blush. Jax, Chibs, Happy, Tig and one of the Nomads she hadn't met were sat around the picnic table with her dad.
"Can't argue with that one," Jax chuckled. "Here darlin' we robbed the hospital for ya. Take two now and one every hour."
"Thank you," Bella said, taking the pills and shaking two out. "You didn't really steal these from the hospital did you?" She asked before dry swallowing the pills.
"Yup," Jax said with no remorse.
"Oh. Well, thanks?" Bella said hesitantly. She wasn't sure how she felt about that.
"Our pleasure," Jax smirked with a wink. "There were hot nurses on staff."
"Perv," Bella giggled.
"Bells, come here, we need to get you ready for this," her dad said, pulling a backpack out from under the table. His face was set and she could see his jaw clenching. He was not happy with this, she could see that much.
Dutifully she went round to her dad and Happy. Her dad was unpacking the backpack. The first thing out was a bulky looking black vest that she recognised as the bullet proof vest. After that came two guns and two knives.
She had never used a knife before, though she knew all the men carried them around in the club.
"That's a lot," Bella pointed out a little hesitantly.
"Nah girly, we're packing more," Happy told her, taking her hand and pulling her into his lap.
Her dad stopped checking the guns and looked at them both. "So, it happened then huh? Why didn't either of you tell me?" He asked.
"We've only been talking until yesterday dad," Bella said to lessen the blow.
"Fucking bullshit. You don't look that comfortable with someone you've only been fucking a day," her dad bit out. "Don't lie to me Bells! I won't have that!"
"Think that's our cue guys," Jax said standing up.
"If it's any consolation little Bells has still got her cherry," Tig said with a roguish wink.
"Tig!" Bella yelled, wanting the floor to open her up and swallow her hole. She could feel Happy tensing under her but when she went to move off his lap he tightened his hold to keep her there.
"You're welcome Princess," Tig winked again before walking off laughing.
"So?" Her dad bit out when it was just the three of them left.
"Girlies not lying. We been talking, while I was gone," Happy said, grabbing his cigarettes. He pulled one out and offered it to her. Bella accepted, she needed something for her nerves.
"You talking?" Her dad scoffed at Happy, eyeing the fact that she was smoking but not saying anything about it.
"Yeah dad, as hard as it is to believe," she smirked at Happy then, who rolled his eyes and palmed her ass, "almost every night Happy rang me and we talked about our days and stuff. And we messaged. Look, I'm nineteen, I'm old enough to choose who I date. I love you, I respect you and your opinion but this is my choice. Happy is my choice."
"You better treat her right. I mean it," her dad told Happy, his shoulders dropping a bit.
"I will," Happy said, sounding sincere. That reminded her of the rules Georgia had told her about. She really was going to have to talk to him about that.
"We got fifteen till we roll out, better start getting this shit on you Bells," her dad said with a sigh. "You don't leave our side when we're there. I mean it. Not for anything."
"I got it," Bella agreed standing up so she could get the vest on. "I've never used a knife before."
"Easy, sharp end goes in anyone trying to get to you," Happy smirked at her as she put on the surprisingly heavy vest. It rested painfully on her back.
"Smart ass," Bella laughed at him.
"You'll only need it if they get close girly. And no one gets past me and Quinn. No one," Happy said, adjusting the sides of her vest for her so it fit better.
"He's right," her dad nodded as he got out some holsters for her.
It took them little time to get her kitted out with the weapons. She really hoped she didn't have to use them.
"You alright Bells?" Her dad asked when they were finished. She had on a SAMCRO hoodie that had been borrowed from Tig apparently and covered the vest.
"Yeah, I'm okay," she said, not sure if she was lying or not. She had total faith in her dad and Happy. But. She didn't want anyone getting hurt and if this backfired someone would.
Bella looked up as the others started coming out of the clubhouse.
"Ready?" Clay asked. Bella nodded once with her dad and Happy. "Let's go then."
Bella rode on the back of Happy's bike, his helmet on her head. Holding onto him as they rode she was reminded of the first time they ever met in Port Angeles. The rush was still the same, but being pressed up against him felt more natural now, even if it did set off more butterflies.
The ride took half an hour, they met at some derelict looking docks with old warehouses towering around them. Half of the Harley's had hung back as they had ridden in. Surprise back up she assumed.
Three black SUVs waited for them with men all around them. Two men stood out in front of the others looking confident.
Bella climbed off Happy's bike easily and took off his helmet handing it to him. Happy placed his hand on her lower back and walked her to a space in between his bike and her dads. He let go of her and focused on the men in front, her dad stood her otherside, also focusing on the opposing side.
Bella had the wildly inappropriate urge to laugh as she started thinking of West Side Story. She bit her tongue to keep the laugh in.
Bella could just about hear what was being said but she didn't understand a lot of it. Something about buying and selling, she guessed they weren't talking about motor parts. This back and forth went on for a bit with the leader of the other side and Clay both looking frustrated.
Finally Clay got around to the shooting.
"Two of my guys are dead," the leader of the other side -the Niners- said passionately. His words sunk in. She had killed two. Not just one. Two people. She was a double murderer. She had two lives on her soul. Still she didn't react. She knew she couldn't. Not yet. She could show no weakness about that.
"What were your guys doing going after mine in the first place? That's what I want to know. Fifteen years of friendship and you sent a hit out to my guy. Why?" Clay demanded, his voice almost a shout.
"Nah, I didn't order no hit. If I was gonna order a hit it'd have been clean," the Niner leader said. She believed him.
"Then what the fuck happened?" Clay asked.
"I will find out," the other guy said, again she believed him. "Where does this leave us?"
"Until we know why someone was shooting at my guys, we see Black in Charming, we take it as a sign that they're coming back for more. You get me?" Clay said, his meaning perfectly clear to Bella even.
"What's with the pussy?" The leader changed angles.
"None of your business Leroy," Clay said.
"See, I think it might be. Teeto, he survived. Said it was a bitch that did the shooting. I think you brought the bitch. She a present? A gesture of goodwill?" Leroy said his eyes on Bella. Bella felt a frisson of fear shoot down her spine, but kept holding her head up and kept her eyes trained on Leroy's. She couldn't look weak.
"No! She's one of mine! Did you expect her to just sit there and get shot? You expect that of your boys?" Clay barked furiously.
"So you're letting pussy in SAMCRO now?" Leroy asked, his eyes still on her.
"What can I say? I'm all about equal opportunities. Feminism and all," Clay said with a shit eating smirk on his face. "Now, any retaliation on her, is a retaliation on the whole of the Sons. So I ask you now, are we good or not? And by we, she's included."
Leroy was quiet for a moment, his eyes flicking to his men. A silent conversation seemed to be happening.
"Yeah, we're cool. All of us," Leroy nodded at Bella.
Clay and Leroy shook hands and it was all over.
Bella walked back over to Happy's bike, ready to go back to the clubhouse. She felt like she could sleep for a week, this day seemed to have lasted for a month. Just as she was putting Happy's helmet on she noticed movement from the corner of her eye.
In a blink of an eye Bella had grabbed onto Happy to get him to the ground while yelling "gun!" At the top of her voice.
Happy moved them so he was lying on top of her as the firing started. She pulled her own gun out and aimed. She took out the wheels of the SUV the guy who had fired was trying to escape in. She did not want to kill someone again, but she wasn't about to let him get away to kill her some other day. Or worse, kill someone else in her place. Bella would never let that happen again.
The guy was hit by one of the Sons, as soon as he was down the gunshots stopped but the guns stayed out. Happy got up and pulled Bella to her feet.
"You hit Spitfire?" Happy asked urgently, his eyes trained on the Niners, his gun out in front of him.
"No, are you?" She asked, copying him.
"Nah, your back good?" He asked.
In front of them Leroy was yelling at his men to put their guns away.
"Think I've ripped a couple of stitches," she said, feeling moisture roll down her back. It stung a bit but not too bad. "I'm okay though."
"What the fuck was that!" Leroy was yelling at the man who had been shooting. The man was dragged, bleeding from the shoulder in the middle of the two groups. "Fucking speak! What was that?"
"Bitch fucked up my hit, then killed our brothers. She needs to go," the man spat in her direction.
"What fucking hit? The one on the Sons?" Leroy barked. When the man said nothing Leroy stepped on the man's already bleeding shoulder. "I said, what hit?"
"The mexican!" The man rushed out, his voice pained.
"I didn't order no hit. You been doing this a lot, Teeto. Now what Mexican?" Leroy asked again. The man didn't talk any further and Leroy glanced at Bella. "What's he talking about?"
Bella glanced at Happy, he nodded once. "He was trying to kill a kid. I took the hit for the kid. It was a fluke I was even there. I'm not letting a child get hurt though," Bella said, her voice coming out stronger than she felt.
"You put a hit out on a kid!?" Leroy looked pissed at this. Really pissed. "Fucking first a kid then a bitch?"
Leroy paced for a moment. "You cool if I got this? Or you want your piece?" Leroy asked Clay.
"You can take care of it. I trust he won't be an issue after?" Clay said pointedly.
"Oh nah, he ain't gonna be no issue," Leroy insisted.
"You gonna make it quick?" Happy spoke up, his voice darker than she had ever heard it.
"Got to make sure he didn't do anything else that's gonna blow back on me and mine," Leroy said by way of answer. She thought she knew what that might mean. It wasn't going to be quick. Happy nodded his acceptance of this.
"Alright, let's go," Clay said, signifying the end of the meeting.
Bella climbed onto Happy's bike, her hands shaking as she wrapped them around Happy. He put his hand on her knee and squeezed it gently before he started the bike and rode out.
The ride back Bella let all of what happened sink in. She had killed two people and that guy, Teeto, had been after her, because she had saved Hector. Happy could have been killed because of her, her dad, Clay, Jax, the guy hadn't exactly been a sharp shooter. If Tig had died it would have been her fault. He was hurt because of her. Who tries to kill a child? He'd never done anything wrong, just been born to the wrong family. Bella couldn't feel bad for Teeto, though she thought she probably should.
When they got back to the clubhouse Happy pulled her into a hug before smashing his lips against hers in a possessive, demanding kiss that had her knees weak and her hands grasping at him, pulling him closer for more.
"Don't do that again. Fucking pissed me off," Happy said as they broke apart.
"If you don't want me to do it again, you're going to have to tell me what it is. Using your words," Bella said, her breathing coming hard.
"Push me down. Next time just get you down. I can take care of myself," Happy demanded, his eyes burning into hers.
"I was wearing the vest, I'm not going to let you get shot for me Happy," Bella said.
"Fucking Spitfire," Happy shook his head at her but his lip twitched. "C'mon lets get your back fixed."
"It's fine, only a couple of stitches," Bella said. She didn't need it fixed, a couple of stitches wouldn't make a difference.
"No, that shit can stop. You get hurt, you get fixed. End of story," Happy said, giving her a fierce look.
"Do you get fixed when you get hurt?" Bella argued with him.
"Damn straight. C'mon girly," Happy said, giving her no option as he took her hand and pulled her along after him.
She looked around for her dad, but he was either inside or talking to someone. Either way she couldn't see him. Blushing, she realized that he had probably seen the kiss between her and Happy. The barely PG kiss.
Happy took her into the chapel grabbing Chibs on the way, kids were asleep in the main clubhouse so most of the guys were grabbing drinks from the bar then heading back outside. The Crow Eaters were more than happy to serve them.
"Ye know tha drill lass, take ye top off," Chibs said, setting his doctor's bag on the table and putting a big bottle of alcohol on it as well. "Now I know I said it keeps me busy, but ya don't need ta get ye sen busted up daily."
"I'll keep that in mind," Bella said, struggling to get the vest off.
Happy stepped to her and undid the straps for her, his eyes staring into hers as he did. Her heart started that furious pace again and she felt her stomach flip.
"Unless ye want me ta join in, save tha shit for tha bedroom," Chibs chuckled as the vest came off.
Bella blushed as she took her black top off. She should be used to people seeing her in just her bra by now, but she couldn't help but try to cover herself up.
Chibs got her straddling one of the chairs and leant forward so he could see her back.
"Shit," she heard Happy curse.
"That sounds promising," Bella said nervously.
"Hap, ye wanna sit an talk ta ya girl while I do this?" Chibs suggested as he pulled things out of his bag. "Lass, not gonna lie ta ya. This is gonna fuckin' hurt."
He passed her the alcohol on the table and Happy took the lid off for her. She took a long swallow, spluttering as it burnt her throat.
"Gonna need more than tha' lass," Chibs said and she drank a bit more before pushing it away. She felt lightheaded and sick.
Chibs took the alcohol and poured it over her back. It burnt like he'd just stuck a red hot poker in her back. Bella clenched her hands together and bit her lip to keep from screaming.
"Aye now, let it oot if ya need to," Chibs said, sounding sympathetic.
"There's kids… sleeping," Bella gasped. She didn't want the kids to wake up to screaming. She was sure they found it hard enough to sleep in the clubhouse as it was.
"When do you do your testing again?" Happy asked her.
"What?" She asked confused, scrunching her hands up as Chibs did something to her back that made her want to shoot herself.
"That belt thing you talked about. For kickboxing, ya said you had to test for it or something," Happy said, taking her hand as he spoke to her. She realized he was trying to take her mind off Chibs. She almost managed a smile as he had remembered. She had told him about it a couple of weeks back over the phone.
"Yeah… grading… it's in two weeks… think I'll be… urgh… think I'll be good for it… Chibs?" Bella asked, trying to ignore the worsening burning, to no avail.
"If ya listen, keep it clean and don' be in anymore shoot oots, I don' see why not," Chibs said, his voice full of concentration.
"Let me know dates. I wanna go," Happy said.
"Where? To my grading? Oh fucking hell," the last part came out from between teeth clentched so hard together she would be surprised if one of them wasn't cracked. She felt sweat break out on her forehead and her muscles contract. Her toes were curled and her head fell forwards.
"You got this Spitfire. Yeah, I wanna go watch ya kick ass," Happy said, both hands taking hers now. His thumbs running over her palms.
"You're going to be here in two… shit! Ouch. Two weeks?" Bella asked, her head still hanging towards the floor. She hoped this was almost over.
"I'll do my best," Happy said, sounding sincere.
"Two more an I'm done lass," Chibs said.
"Good," Bella breathed, she felt sick.
The last two stitches felt as though she was burning alive. She put her head on her arms and let some tears loose. Not wanting either man to see.
"There now, all done," Chibs eventually said.
"Thank you," Bella said hoarsely, her head still in her arms as the tears were still coming.
"Ya gonna wan' a cold shower lovey. Hap, you're probably gonna wanna cold shower fer a couple o days too brother," Chibs said with a chuckle.
"I'm so done with being shot at," Bella sighed.
"I hope so," Happy said.
"Ay, I'll second tha'," Chibs chuckled. "Well if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna get rat arsed an find me some pussy."
Chibs left the room, the door closing behind him softly.
"You good girly?" Happy asked her his hands stroking along her arms which her head was still buried in.
"Give me a second," Bella said, trying to stop her tears.
They sat in silence for a few moments, all Bella could focus on though was the burning in her back. "Tell me something to distract me," she said, her voice wobbling.
"Why has the prospect got it out so bad for you?" Happy asked.
"I think it's because I've got boobs, yet I like to ride my bike and fix cars," Bella chuckled weakly.
"And? That shit's hot. Fixing cars, hot. Riding bikes, hot as fuck. And your tits? Fucking perfect. What's not to like?" Happy said and she could hear the smirk in his voice. She laughed, her tears starting to slow.
"I know right?" Bella said with a giggle.
"Maybe it's that smart mouth of yours or your humility," he said deadpan, but weeks of listening to him over the phone meant she could pick up the subtle nuances that showed he was amused. It was hard to pick up at first, but the rough edge to his voice changed to an ever so softer cadence.
"Whatever the reason, he hates me. It might also have something to do with the fact I haven't thrown myself at him over his prospect kutte, don't listen to him and threw a wrench at him?" Bella suggested pulling her head up from her arms now and smiled at him.
"Nah, you can do better than a pussy with a prospect patch," Happy said, his fingers catching her chin and holding her still as he kissed her.
"I can?" Bella asked, teasing him as she pulled away.
"Oh yeah," he nodded. "You still need distracting? Cause I think I'm done with talking girly," Happy's eyes danced darker, a black fire that promised to devour.
"I think I could still use some distraction, yeah," Bella replied in a whisper, her lips still wondrously close to his.
"Mmm… I can think of something girly," he said, taking her hand and carefully moving her into his lap. His hands were on her ass as her legs were either side of his hips. Excitement and nerves flooded her and she instantly forgot about the pain. "How's this?"
"I think, I could use a bit more distracting," she giggled before pressing a kiss to his jaw, the feel of stubble under her lips so alien to her and exciting. Happy was a real man.
He kissed along her bra line, his tongue trailing along her cleavage making her gasp and shift her hips forward. "How's that?" He asked in a deep voice.
"Uh, yeah, that's helping," she gasped, kissing up to his ear and taking it in between her teeth. His hands grabbed her ass harder in response and she smiled as she nibbled. He tasted so good, he tasted like he smelt, like pure Happy.
Her hands glided down his taught, hard chest as he cupped her through her bra.
Bella brought her hands down to his waistband. She wanted to touch him, but didn't know how to do it. She wanted to please him. To make him feel good but didn't know how.
Taking her lip between her teeth she went to undo his belt, the buckle of which read SOA. She liked that.
Happy stopped kissing and playing with her breasts, pulling back to look at her.
"Is this… I mean can I?" Bella asked shyly as her fingers found his zip. She had never been this brazen before.
"Hell yeah, you do what you want there girly," Happy said, his eyes hooded and a smirk on his lips as he leant back in the chair.
"You'll tell me, if I do it wrong?" Bella asked quietly as she shifted off his lap for a moment so she could get his jeans and boxers down.
"You got this girly, don't stress," Happy said, his breathing a little harder as his pants and boxers were around his ankles. She knelt in front of him, ignoring the painful twinge from her back.
He was big, really big and she worried that, when the time came, it wasn't going to fit. Hesitantly she reached out and touched it. It was hard, and soft, the skin silky almost. Like a wooden post wrapped in velvet. She moved her hand up and down, she'd read things, she'd heard people talking, she knew pretty much this was what you were supposed to do.
Happy groaned and Bella stopped, had she done something wrong?
"Did I hurt you?" She asked, eyes wide.
"No Spitfire, just feels fucking good," Happy said, his voice strained. She smiled as she realized she was the one causing that.
She carried on stroking him, changing speed and her grip, listening to his groans to hear what he liked. Taking a look at his face, his half-closed eyes and the almost pained set of his face, she wanted to try something else.
Her back still aching and throbbing she leant forward and licked him from the base to the tip. He tasted stronger, muskier, yet still like him, she quite liked it.
"Fuck!" He hissed and she looked up to see his eyes had snapped right back open and had fixed on her. She opened her mouth and took him inside, watching his eyes grow darker until they were pitch black. She took him as far as she could and wrapped her hand around the rest.
Bella had no idea what she was doing, all she knew was teeth were a no-no and that she should suck. So that's what she did, and experimented between licking and sucking. She had set a rhythm that had Happy grunting when his hand went in her hair. She looked up and he looked… he looked wild, it wasn't something she had seen from him before. He was always so together, but this, this was… it made her feel powerful, it made her feel good. She moaned around him.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum girly," he breathed. Bella moaned again, she couldn't help it, it made her feel so good knowing she could get him there. "Oh shit, Bella!" He exclaimed before her mouth was full of salty thick liquid. She swallowed it all down, she didn't particularly care for the taste but Happy's added moaning was worth it.
Moving back from him she almost cried out. The distraction had worked really well, but now her back was screaming at her.
"Fuck girly, you are a fucking Spitfire. Fucking awesome," Happy was saying a smile on his face that looked more relaxed than she had ever seen. "Come here."
Bella went to get up off the floor, but the burning flared harder and she couldn't hold in her gasp.
"S'up?" Happy asked her, the relaxed look slowly leaving his face.
"Distraction over, my back's hurting a bit," Bella admitted. In comparison to being bitten by a vampire it hurt a bit, in comparison to being shot it hurt a lot. Everything was relative, but her eyes were starting to water with it again.
Happy frowned and went to say something but the door to the room opened and had Happy reaching down to pull his boxers and pants back up in what looked like a very practiced move.
"Ah, shite. Sorry! That is not wha' I meant by cold shower, Happy, you lucky fucker! C'mon sweetheart, loo's are free," Chibs had come into the chapel dragging a brunette behind him, he was obviously drunk and she was hoping he wouldn't remember this the next day.
"C'mon girly," Happy said, holding out a hand and helping her stand, she gritted her teeth against the pain. "Let's go take care of you now."
"I don't think I'm up for any more distractions Hap, sorry," she told him, her back throbbing with every movement.
"Nah girly, I want you to enjoy the distractions, not be in pain. We'll take care of your back. Smoke a joint, get you high enough to sleep it off," Happy said, taking off his shirt and showing off his body. He put it on her pulling out the back so it didn't touch her skin.
"Thanks," she said.
"I'm your man, supposed to take care of you. Don't need to thank me girly," Happy said before placing a sweet kiss to her lips.