So I think from here on out the story will be in third person, unless otherwise stated.
"I don't know what you're talking about, their mother was clean last time I saw her" Happy told the officer while the other returns to the vehicle to grab Mason and Bliss.
"When's the last time you saw her? They said she's been off the rails for months."
Walking up to the group of men clad in leather was a little nerve wrecking to the twins. But then they saw his face, the man that left them. Left them to survive on their own with a mother who would rather find her next fix then a job to put food on the table. A mother who would do anything for just one more hit. All because that man left them.
"Hap man, there's no way those kids are yours. Alright maybe the boy cause he looks like you with hair but her?! Now way! That's one fine piece of ass" Tig said with a low whistle
"You don't fucking talk about her like that! Say something else and I'll rip your tongue out and shove it up your ass!" Mason hostilely said to the group of men
"Watch your tone boy! Show some respect!" Happy yelled at his son.
Bliss rolls her eyes at the scene being used to men making comments. She's had tits since she was 14 and men old and young have been talking about them since. Masons a little defensive about it since his friends all try to get a piece of her.
The officer awkawardly clears his throat and says, "A social worker will be here tomorrow to discuss your role as lead cartaker."
Once the officers return to their patrol car and leave the lot Happy sighs knowing it's time for introductions. "Guys these are my kids, Mason and Bliss." looking over to the twins he says, "These are my brothers, my president Clay, my VP Jax, and Bobby, Juice and Tig. You'll show them respect you hear me?"
The twins roll their eyes but nod none the less. They just gotta make it a year and they're gone.
"What kind of name is Bliss? Who names their kid that?" Tig questions
"A hippie crackwhore. What kind of name is Tig?" Bliss chuckles to the older man. This could be fun for her, if she plays her cards right.
Happy glares at her trying to reign her in. They've got too much going on within the club right now for this to be thrown at him. Donnas dead, they've got the ATF on their ass and now he's got two teenagers to look after.