After texting Jax and asking for a ride to the clubhouse, Honey slipped her feet into her boots, a pair of black suede Timberlands with gold studs, and pulled her hair into a high ponytail, letting it flow down her back in its natural waves.
She heads downstairs to wait for Jax, sitting out front on the steps and watching the setting sun cast golden red hues over the quiet neighborhood. After a few minutes, the loud rumble of motorcycles breaks the easygoing silence and she stands, dusting off her black jeans as Jax pulls up to the curb and holds his helmet out to her. She takes it, smiling as she straddles the bike behind him, resting her hands on his sides and not cuddling up to him like she had done with Half Sack.
On the ride to the clubhouse, she closed her eyes and just enjoyed the wind whipping around her body as if she were riding on air like a feather, no destination in mind. All too soon, Jax slowed down and pulled into the club parking lot. Honey held in a quiet sigh of disappointment, taking the helmet off and fluffing her hair a little to rid herself of the helmet hair.
Jax laughs as he watches her fix herself, raising one blonde eyebrow. "Who are you trying to impress? No one cares what you look like, sis."
Homey blushes at being caught and stops trying to fix her hair. "Yeah well I care, get off my back." She snaps defensively, walking into the party.
Jax frowns as he follows her, wondering what her problem is. He walks over to meet up with Bobby and Clay to get caught up on the gun business as Honey goes to the bar, sighing softly. She sits on one of the bar stools and rests her head on her hand, feeling a headache forming.
Half Sack hesitates as he hands Chibs his Jameson, wondering if he should approach her or not. Figuring that she could get him in trouble with Clay either way, he walks over to her. "Can I get you something?"
She sighs softly and looks up at him, biting her glossy bottom lip gently. "A shot of rum would be nice."
He frowns, looking her over before shaking his head a little to clear his thoughts away from her curves. "Are you even legal?"
Shaking her head, Honey closes her eyes. "Don't." He frowns, crossing his arms.
"Don't what?"
"Don't treat me like a kid. I'm 16 and I've grown up with SAMCRO; I don't think a drink will kill me."
Without another word, he pours her a glass of rum and turns back to fill other people's drink requests. Sipping her drink slowly and sighing as she looks down, she murmurs, "Look, I'm sorry...I'm in a bad mood, I guess. I'm sorry for taking it out on you."
He nods slowly as he looks over at her. "It's fine. You're just...I don't know...shit." He runs his fingers through his hair.
Honey nods and finishes her drink, standing up. "You got a real way with words, Half Sack."
After surveying the room for a moment, she smiles to herself. She walks over to the pool tables, tapping Happy on one muscled shoulder.
"Yo, Hap. Walk with me?" She gives him am angelic smile making him crack a small grin that he had reserved especially for her.
"Sure, baby girl." He hands his pool cue to Tig and wraps his tattooed arm around Honey's slim shoulders, walking out to the lot. "Whatcha need?"
She produces a small scrap of paper from her back pocket. "New ink. I was thinking wrist this time?"
He nods slowly, his dark eyes reading the beautiful script writing. "Tonight?"
She shrugs, leaning her back against the wall of the clubhouse. "Whenever you're free. I don't wanna take time away from the club or your mom. I know she hasn't been doing good."
He nods, putting the paper in his wallet. "Yeah, the chemo hasn't been working. Doc says it might be time."
Honey sighs, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him. "I'm sorry, Happy."
He nods, hugging her tightly for a moment before letting go. "Been thinking about going nomad. I haven't brought it up to Clay yet."
Honey smiles, kissing his cheek softly. "I'm sure all the guys would love to have you at their table, Hap."
He nods and she looks up at the stars. "It's a pretty night..." He nods again, used to listening to her. Truth be told, he enjoyed listening most of the time. Honey was rarely boring and she knew how to keep a conversation going, unlike the other whores from the clubhouse. She was like his little sister, he'd protect her from anything.
His eyes drift over to the trash bins where the prospect is emptying the garbage bin into the dumpster. A quick glance down at Honey made Happy raise his eyebrow in curiosity. She was staring at the prospect like he was the only man within a 50 mile radius.
And he didn't like it.
"Honey." He said seriously, his gruff, rumbly voice startling her a bit.
"Yeah? What?" She looks up at him, a soft blush illuminating her cheeks, her slightly babyish face looking guilty.
He stares down at her for a moment. "Hm." He hums as if her face confirmed what he already knew. "He try anything with you?"
She looks down for a moment before shaking her head. "No..."
'But I want him to.' She left it unsaid but it was fairly obvious in her voice. He nodded though, not wanting to push too hard and piss her off. "Be careful." He stands up and walks inside, leaving her sitting by the picnic table.
She sighs softly, staying quiet for a moment before calling out to the prospect, startling him. She giggles softly as he drops the bin on his foot and cusses. "Sorry...can I talk to you?"
He looks at her for a moment before nodding, sitting beside her hesitantly and leaving a wide gap between them. "What do you want to say?"
She bites her lip gently as she plays with a piece of frayed string from the rips in her jeans. "I'm sorry for being a brat earlier. It's just that, to me, I don't act or feel 16. Sometimes I have my moments but who doesn't?" She scoots closer to him, her thigh brushing against his slightly, which he ignores.
"You're still 16 though. Clay would chop my remaining nut off if he knew we were even talking, let alone me wanting to-" He cuts himself off a little too late.
"Well who says he's going to find out? We talked for like 10 minutes and you gave me a ride home, that's all..." She frowns a little, looking up at him. "Wanting to...what?"
He blushes, scratching the back of his neck as he looks out at the lot. "Nothing. Maybe we should go back inside."
She nods slowly and sighs softly. "Alright. Uhm in the morning, can I help clean up? The guys are probably going on a run and mom is busy with some sort of charity thing..."
He nods slowly and smiles against his better judgement. "Sure...uhm...have a good night, Honey." He stands up and as he walks away, he hears her call out.
"Elizabeth." She smiles at him, staying seated on the table. "Elizabeth Honey Teller. Y'know, since you told me your name and all."
"That's a beautiful name." He smiles at her, walking backwards towards the door. Honey bursts into a fit of giggles as he backs into a very drunk Tig and a half naked Nadine making out beside the door. He blushes and hurries inside as she shakes her head and hops down, walking inside to find a bottle of rum and a dorm for the evening to relax in.
She snags a bottle from behind the crow eaters back at the bar and wanders down the hallway to the dorm mostly used for storage. She frowns a little in confusion as she sees that it's been cleaned out but chalks it up to Gemma throwing a fit about it being full of junk. She collapses onto her belly on the bed and takes a long swig of rum, sighing softly as her body slowly untenses.
A few hours later, Half Sack stumbles tiredly into his dorm and freezes in his tracks seeing the small, dark haired girl curled up in his bed. 'What the hell...' He scratchesl his head as he thinks about what he should do.
He nudges her gently and she mumbles, "Go 'way." He sighs and shakes her softly.
"Honey, please wake up." She looks up at him sleepily.
"Oh are you here to cuddle?" She opens her arms expectantly, still half asleep. He can't help but laugh softly.
"No, I'm not here to cuddle. You're in my bed."
She looks around, clearly still sleepy. "Oh shit...how'd your bed get into my room?" He laughs again then blushes as she tugs on his hand. "Come on, we can cuddle...the mean old biker men won't find out..." She yawns and tries to snuggle against him. He bites his lip, not wanting to push her away.
"But...what if someone comes looking for you and finds us?" He gently smooths her windblown, sleep tussled hair.
She rubs her face against his chest gently, mumbling, "They won't...now sleep or I'll kill you."
He laughs softly and, too tired to argue, slips his cut off and hangs it on the back of his desk chair, reaching over to lock the door just in case. He kicks his shoes off then gently slides her boots off before laying down beside her, praying that she'll keep her distance.
On the contrary, she immediately curls up beside him and hooks one leg around his waist, her leg warm against his lower stomach. His heart leaps into his chest and he tenses up, feeling the heat shoot straight to his crotch as he tries to pry her off of him.
She mumbles, "Stop it..." She tightens her arms around him, clinging to him so that he can't pull her off him.
He sighs and glances at the door, still afraid someone will find out somehow. She goes back to sleep with her head on his chest. He lies awake, dead tired but unable to sleep, his heart pounding in his chest as he gently rubs his hand over her back, his other arm folded behind his head.
Without even realizing it, he slowly drifts off to sleep, holding her closely against him. After what only feels like minutes, he's awoken by soft whimpers and squirms from the girl in his arms. She mumbles too quietly for him to hear as she squirms as if trying to hide away from whatever is bothering her.
He blinks a couple times to clear his blurry eyes and shakes her gently. "Honey...what's wrong?"
She opens her eyes, blinking back tears as she sits straight up, looking around as she clutches the blanket to her chest. "I-I'm sorry..." She stutters, looking down as she lets her hair cover her face.
Half Sack frowns, raising up and slowly smoothing her hair away from her face. "Talk to me, Honey...Why're you crying?"
She runs her fingers under her eyes, sniffling softly as she shakes her head. "Just a bad dream...I'm sorry, for taking up your bed. I guess I got drunker than I thought." The swift subject change caught him off guard and he sighed, telling himself to talk to her about it some other time. A small voice told him 'You're already planning on spending more time with her?'
Honey starts to get up, smoothing her rumpled clothes before jumping slightly as Half Sack grabs her wrist. "You've already slept here most of the night, just stay." A quick glance at the clock confirmed that it was nearly 4am. The music was still thumping from the party but no doubt it was dying down.
Himey bites her lip softly as she looks into Half Sack's eyes before nodding slowly. "Let me go to the bathroom and I'll be back..."
He nods, releasing her wrist and yawning softly. She stands and walks into the bathroom, wetting some toilet paper and trying her best to get her makeup off. After finally getting most of it off so she wouldn't have raccoon eyes when she woke up, she yawns and walks back into the bedroom. Half Sack is sound asleep, still laying in the same position with his arm folded behind his head at an awkward angle and his fluffy reddish blonde hair sticking out in every direction.
Honey smiles as she watches him from the doorway for a moment before slowly and carefully climbing back into bed, pressing her back against his side and wrapping her arms around his arm, using it as a pillow.
Soon, much to her surprise, she was fast asleep. The dream didn't haunt her as it usually did and she was glad for the reprieve.
The next morning, a loud banging on the door of Half Sack's dorm woke them. Clay's voice startled Honey enough to make her hit her head on the bed frame, making her gasp and hold her head cussing under her breath as Half Sack hurriedly grabbed his boots and his cut.
Honey sits up slowly, glaring at the discarded bottle of rum on the floor as her head pounds. "Never let me do that again, please." She rubs her temples slowly trying not to throw up. He raises an eyebrow at her as he stands up.
"Never let you get drunk or never let you sleep in my bed?" He gave her a goofy smile to show he was mostly joking, smiling even more as her body relaxes and she smiles back.
"Well the whole cuddling part was good. I'd like to do it again one day. However the pounding headache and taste of death in my mouth isn't as fun."
He laughs and pats her head gently just to be an ass. She shoves his hand away, smiling as she slowly kneels on the edge of the bed, looking up at him. "Can we be friends? My dad can't kill you for us being friends. I won't try to molest you, scout's honor."
He couldn't help but laugh, raising an eyebrow, "I find it hard to believe you were. Girl Scout."
She giggles and shakes her head, smiling and showing her small dimples off. "You got me. Mom wouldn't let me."
He looks down at her for a moment before sighing. "We can be friends...nothing else though, okay? Dying at age 23 isn't something I wanna accomplish."
She smiles then bites her bottom lip. "You're seven years older than me." He nods, putting his hands in his pockets as he looks down.
"Yeah. So we can't be...flirting and stuff. That can't happen."
She nods, looking down and sighing softly. "I get it. I'm uh gonna get cleaned up a little then I'll help you clean up, okay?"
"You really don't have to, Honey. It's my job."
"I know." She stands up, smiling softly as she kisses his cheek then heads into the bathroom.
He watches her go into the bathroom then heads out to the bar, sighing as he looks over the mess that the crow eaters and Sons had left. Beer and other wetness was in puddles on the floor beside naked bodies and rumpled clothes. Crushed cigarettes and ash littered the bar and tables. He took a step into the bar and felt something stick to the bottom of his boot.
"Shit." He muttered, walking towards the storage closet to grab the cleaning supplies.
Honey walks out of the back, her face scrubbed clean and her hair in a neat ponytail. She had found a pair of simple cutoff jean shorts and a grey tank top and changed into it.
He smiles at her as he comes around the bar. "You look nice. Where'd you get the clothes?"
"I keep a change in Jax's room, just in case." She blushes softly at the compliment and looks around. "I'll start waking the guys up."
He nods and starts emptying out half empty beers sitting on the bar as she walks around waking up the guys and helping the crow eaters find their clothes on the way out. Soon it was just Honey and Half Sack there and she began gathering glasses and bottles.
"So tell me about yourself?" She glances at him as she empties the glasses and washes them out, setting the bottles back into the case to be recycled.
He shrugs as he starts to wipe down the counter. "Not much to tell. I grew up here, joined the army when I graduated. After I got discharged, I wound up as a hangaround."
She nods, emptying ash trays methodocally as though she had done it a million times before. "Who's your sponser?"
"Chibs. How are you so good at this? We just started and we're like halfway done already." He laughs softly as she smiles at him.
"Who do you think had to clean up before there was a Prospect to do it? I knew how to empty beer bottles and wipe tables down by the time I was 6." She shrugs, reaching over to turn the radio on quietly to some random pop station.
"Wow...what's it like being Clay's daughter?" He asks curiously, picking up some wrappers and debris from the floor. She shrugs, sighing softly.
"I mean, it's cool I guess. I'm actually his step daughter though. I was born a year before JT was killed. Clay's a great dad though. Just a little overprotective."
Half Sack nods, his eyes drifting over to the wall of mugshots. Honey smiles, following his gaze. "You know all of them?"
He shakes his head, blushing softly. She walks over and holds her hands out to different pictures as if she were Vanna White. "This is JT, Little Otto, Big Otto, Lenny, Chico..." One by one she introduced him to the mugshots he didn't know. A soft smile plays on his lips as he watches her.
She blushes softly as she finishes and walks back over to him. "Sorry, I ramble sometimes..."
He smiles, shaking his head. "Nah that was nice. Thank you for showing me."
She nods, blushing as she looks down for a moment then grins, leaning over to turn the radio up. "Oh, I love this song! Dance with me?"
He starts to shake his head but can't as he sees the hopeful glimmer in her emerald green eyes. "I can't dance."
"Anyone can dance, Kip. Piney used to dance around like he was James Brown or something." She smiles and takes his hand, pulling him out to the center of the floor.
He raises his eyebrow as he rests his hands on her hips, her hands on his shoulders as he sways with her along to the song playing. The lyrics imprint themselves in his mind as he looks down into her eyes.
"I hung up the phone tonight, Something happened for the first time deep inside. It was a rush, what a rush..."
They slowly swayed together until the chorus when he took her hand, gently spinning her around and he smiled as she pressed against his chest, singing softly along to the chorus.
"Do you ever think when you're all alone, All that we can be, where this thing can go? Am I crazy or falling in love? Is it real or just another crush?"
Swaying slowly together still, he slowly lowers his head and kisses her soft pink lips, both of their hearts pounding together, pressed against each other in the middle of the empty clubhouse.
After a couple moments, he pulls away slowly and the weight of what he had just done crashes down upon his shoulders. "Shit..."
Honey shakes her head, frowning. "Don't you dare freak out now. It was only a kiss, Kip. No one saw."
He nods slowly, backing away towards the bar. "I uh need to finish..."
Honey sighs and nods, crossing her slim arms. "Yeah...Thanks for the dance..."
He nods turning away from her, not seeing the hurt on her face as she turns to walk outside, grabbing her small bundle of clothes on her way out.