Sarah followed Lyla outside, nearly wincing at how loud everyone was gathered around the ring. There were lots of people sitting and standing on the picnic tables scattered around the ring, as well as on the parking lots edge. She scanned the crowd for Happy- unable to spot him at first until she looked to the ring. He and Jax- no shirt on and his jeans slung low on his waist- were huddled in the right corner. They were in a heated discussion about who knows what and Lyla nodded her head towards the corner Happy and Jax were huddled in, leading the way towards them.
In the left of the ring, she saw a young thin blonde man- no shirt and cargo shorts who was drinking water out of a water bottle that dangled over his mouth. He had what looked to be a black eye already forming on his right eye and sweat dripping down his chest.
The fight had commenced as soon as they sat down on a picnic table that was vacant. Jax was clearly winning, and the prospect looked like he just wanted the fight to be over with already. Happy cheered him on from the corner, shouting when to jab and his weak spots. The fight didn't last long at all- Jax gave him a good right hook and he was down. Happy rushed into the ring after the referee held Jax's arm up in victory. Everyone around them cheered.
Lyla bumped Sarah's shoulder and rolled her eyes.
Jax was reveling in the attention; he was truly the king of the MC. Everyone adored him and he loved them in return. Happy had mentioned that he was worried about him after losing Tara- he seemed to be throwing himself into dangerous situations lately and he had two sons still that he had to worry about. You could tell all the girls were drooling over him and you could understand why- he had longer blonde hair, abs, and a chiseled chest but he just wasn't Sarah's type.
Happy was more her type with the olive skin tone and tattoos. He also had abs and that deep 'v' that turned her on to no end, but his quiet, almost threatening demeanor was downright scary at first. She knew he had his fair share of women around the clubhouse, she wasn't stupid. She just hoped she was enough to keep his attention when he was away or came to these kinds of things alone. This wasn't her scene. They both knew it. But she was trying to make herself more present to show that she was interested in his life, the MC, but to also to try and keep other women at bay. The sweetbutts that hung around the club were always offering themselves to different members in hopes of becoming an 'Old Lady'. She was sure women were still offering themselves to Happy whether he asked for it or not. The fact that he had given her his cut to wear was not lost on her though. That was a serious statement from him. So, she was trying to relax and enjoy herself.
Happy and Jax jumped down from the ring to make room for the next pair, immediately coming to the picnic table. Happy wiped the blood on pant leg and took his shirt back from someone who handed it back to him, smiling at Sarah in a cocky way. Sarah lifted an eyebrow at him, putting her hands up to brace herself as Happy leaned in for a forceful kiss, making her lean back. She let him kiss her for a moment before pushing back to regain some control and to sit up again, his arms on either side of her, braced against the picnic table and hers flat on his chest.
"He-y-y-y now, calm down guys," Lyla laughed, "There are a lot of people still here…"
"I think a lot of people are enjoying it," Jax joked, putting his shirt back on. You could hear a few deep chuckles.
Happy chuckled as well and stood up to put his shirt back on. "I'm sure they would," He took a beer from someone, and sat down in between the two at the picnic table. "But I don't share." He put an arm around her shoulder. Sarah shook her head at the misogynistic tone but guessed he did it as well to lay his claim to anyone listening. Everything about the club was about testosterone.
"Lyla, care to join me and leave these two lovebirds alone?"
She took Jax's hand and stood up. "Absolutely, I have hogged her all night. I should probably check on some of the girls anyways," She rolled her eyes and followed him into the crowd.
"Do you want your cut back?"
Happy shook his head violently, "Absolutely fuckin' not, it looks way better on you."
She rolled her eyes playfully and leaned into his side. "So, did you fight?" She asked while watching the new match that had commenced. It was two random guys from a different charter she had gathered. One being a short fat white guy and then other a Tacoma member with a long black ponytail.
"Yeah, babe, but don't worry, I won."
"That's what I was worried about." She said sarcastically. "I have to get blood out of those pants again, do you remember how hard it was the last time?" She sounded slightly annoyed. "I don't know what your obsession is with these light-colored ones…"
Happy snorted, that was not where he expected that to go. "No, I don't remember." He noticed she had a smudge of his blood on her cheek. Wiping it off, her caught her gaze and kissed her hard again. Her lips were slightly bruised and puffy from his kisses. It took everything he had not to take her to one of the scummy rooms in the clubhouse and fuck her senseless, but he had given up his room the week earlier for storage for now since the club had needed it. He stayed exclusively at Sarah's or in a hotel when he was out on the road.
"Do you wanna' go home?"
She shook her head, "Do I not look entertained?" She joked, referencing the men who were beating each other senseless, a sarcastic grin on her face.
Happy laughed. "You look very entertained. I'm just checking with you. Get another drink?"
"Yeah, I think so." She polished the last of her warm Corona. She had done a few shots of tequila earlier, but the buzz was starting to wear off. "Can we go inside though? Rinse your knuckles off, tough guy?"
"Yes, m' am." He stood up and offered his un-injured hand for her to take. "Let's go." He smacked her ass as she walked in front of him, making her laugh.
They snaked through the crowd and back into the bar- the music and noise louder than before. Happy took her to a table where no one was sitting- adorned with empty beer bottles and shot glasses. Sarah grabbed a few bottles by the necks and took them to one of the large trash cans next to the bar.
"You don't have to do that," Happy snapped his fingers and a girl who was thin as a board appeared out of nowhere. She had medium length blonde hair, brown eyes, heavy eyeliner, and a skimpy red tube top and jeans on with black chucks. "Get me two beers and shots of tequila- and clean this shit up."
"Sorry, Happy." The girl frowned, stacking the shot glasses.
"I got the beer bottles." Sarah smiled lightly and glared right back at Happy who was giving her an angered look.
"Oh, you don't have to…" The girl shook her head.
"Seriously, it's fine." Sarah touched the girl's arm. She knew she was breaking some kind of stupid rule, but she didn't care. She wasn't going to make friends with anyone if she just bossed the women around all the time. From the men, fine- it wasn't her favorite and quite frankly she found it extremely demeaning- BUT that was embedded in this culture. And she herself wasn't a croweater and never would be one. The girl gave her a small smile and scampered off behind the bar before Happy could say anything.
"I'm not going to make any friends, If I just boss them around like you guys do all the time." Sarah sat after the last trip to the garbage can. She placed the few shot glasses left at the edge, so it was easier for the girl to pick them up when she came back.
Happy didn't say anything, just grunted. Which Sarah took as he was upset at her for disregarding what he had said in front of a croweater. His ego was hurt. Sarah didn't do well with that pigheadedness and that seemed to run rampant around this place. The girl was back with the beer and shots- giving Sarah a small grateful smile, she was gone in seconds. Happy grabbed his shot and took it down without a word.
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she leveled her gaze with Happy's. "You can't be serious?"
He raised his eyebrows at her. "You remember what I said about disrespecting me in front of people here?"
She could feel her cheeks slightly flush with anger. "Yes, I remember. And I remember telling you that while I don't mind doing something I'm asked to do and behaving- I'm not going to treat someone else like a slave. I will not make any friends here and you're not always going to be around. I have to be able to mingle and not follow you around like a lost puppy. How can I fit in if all the girls hate me? Is that not the point of tonight? To see if I can handle being with a Son? I think I can throw a couple beer bottles out without breaking a nail. Although I clearly have to start wearing less clothing, if I really want to fit in." She said the last part with heavy sarcasm.
"Sarah," Happy growled.
"What?" She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't mean any disrespect Hap, but-."
"Fine." He said simply.
"Fine, what?"
Happy sighed and closed his eyes briefly. "I'm not trying to fight with you."
Sarah looked at him suspiciously. She hoped that this hadn't ruined the night and the good mood they both were in. He picked up his beer and took a long swig- never breaking eye contact with her the whole time. Sarah did the same while taking her shot of tequila- warm, no lime. Trying not to grimace. Happy tried his hardest to not smile at her face- his left dimple giving his struggle away.
Sarah laughed, wiping the at her mouth as if it would help with the taste. "What kind of cheap tequila is that? Blah." She stood and went to Happy's side and sat in his lap, sideways, arms around his neck and Happy encircled her waist as she leaned her head down and kissed him, the hairs on his goatee scratching her face.
"Way to avoid conflict." Happy rasped when she pulled back but didn't get up from his lap. This was usually how they stopped a fight in its tracks. "I know this is brand new. I wasn't trying to upset you." He brushed hair behind her ear, and remembering the blood on his knuckles, he pulled his hand back quickly. Sarah took his hand and gently outlined where the small cuts were with her index finger.
"I know," She sighed. "I just need to relax, I guess."
"How about more shots?" He asked, as she stood up. She grabbed the two shot glasses and walked to the bar that was only about four feet away, the same girl from earlier stopped immediately in front of Sarah. They exchanged some words, the girl smiled and looked past Sarah, catching Happy's eyes briefly before heading to the kitchen and back within seconds. Sarah took something from her and came back to the table with two shots and a wet rag.
"Her name is Emily," Sarah said simply with an arched brow, setting the shot glasses down and taking his hand in hers, wiping at the blood. "She seems nice."
"Oh, really?" Happy couldn't help but smile as she wiped at the blood delicately. Her hands looked small, and delicate compared to his that were covered in tattoos and rough knuckles.
She shrugged. "I'll have to come around more often to see."
Happy could see the twinkle in her eye, feeling himself grin ear to ear. He wasn't sure how he got so lucky and why. After all- he had done a lot of horrible things in his life. But somehow, he was blessed with a woman that loved him and clearly was trying to make this work. She was just as crazy as he was. He thought that it was ironic that he couldn't be 'happier'.
