"Where the fuck have you been? You don't ignore my calls, you can ignore Mason's and you can ignore your fathers but you don't ignore mine!" Angel was the first to react to seeing the young beauty, anger was not the reaction Bliss was expecting from him, but I guess that's what she gets for running off for the day. She pulls the crushed cell phone from her coat pocket and hands it to him, "Wasn't ignoring. I just didn't get them, I'm fine by the way in case you were wondering." she says over her shoulder, shrugging the man off and walking into the clubhouse. The door swings shut behind her and the Mayan goes to follow on instinct, but stops short and turns to his president and Clay, "I'll respect your clubhouse and not go inside but I swear to god someone better bring her back outside before I lose my shit on the druggie," Angel says with a nod towards Mason. "Fuck you man, I'm clean," Mason shoots back as he gets to his feet and wipes some blood from his face. "Was I fucking talking to you? Shut your mouth and get out of my face." Before the men could get into blows again, Marcus signals for the two Mayans next to him to break it up. The president walks over to Clay and others, hand extended, "Sorry to come here like this, but my guy here wasn't gonna stay put after the second call she didn't answer, I couldn't let him come alone," he nods his head to the other two Mayans, "that's EZ, his brother and Creeper. We don't want any trouble, just trying to keep Bliss safe."

Happy looks over at the Mayans clearly trying to talk Angel out of walking into the clubhouse without the go ahead from Clay, "I can keep my kids safe, don't really need your help." Marcus gives him a look and a slow nod, "Might be you're kid but it's his Old Lady, we're respecting you because we're on your turf, but he trumps you." Hap saw red at the Old Lady part, "She's a kid, she isn't his ol' lady," He growls out to Marcus, who raises his hands up to him with a shrug, in a 'whatever you wanna think' way. Clay and Jax look between the Mayans and the SONs before Clay gives a sigh, "let's head inside and check on her before your guy bursts in and causes more issues."

Tig starts to clear out anyone who isn't in a Kut as Clay escorts the Mayans into the bar area of the clubhouse, "Go get her Hap, lets see what she's been into." He gestures to a nearby table for his men and the others to sit at, Angel remains standing looking down the hallway that Happy disappeared down. All the men are tensed, the SONs because they have a rival club in their territory and the Mayans because they knew it was stupid to let Angel come here but they couldn't let him come alone. Before Happy and Bliss made it back out to the bar Tig broke the silence among the men, "I've gotta ask, aren't you a little concerned about going to jail for fucking a minor. I get it man, she's a knockout but pussy ain't worth jail time" the look alone from Angel should have killed him but it was the snort that came from Creeper that made them all turn in surprise. "He wishes he was getting laid, it's been how long now?" he says with a good laugh coming from EZ, "It's been at least two months, he keeps getting more annoying by the day." Angel throws them a look but doesn't say anything, just waiting for Bliss to come back down the hall. "She's too hot for you to not be fucking. If I had her I wouldn't let her leave the bedroom," Tig throws his two cents in. Before Angel could respond Bliss came strolling into the main room with Happy trailing behind her, clothes tucked under her arms. The Mayan makes a beeline towards her, pushing her back into the nearest wall, hands going to the top of her arms, his head leaning down close to her face, "You wanna tell me what the fuck you did? Or do I gotta fuck it out of you?"

The room was dead silent, besides the occasional cough from Creeper to hide his laughter, that was not what they expected to come out of the man's mouth. He charged at her as if he was going to strike her, but it was the laughter that fell from the girl's mouth that made them all relax a little. Bliss threw her arms around him and brought his head down to hers for a kiss, "you almost had me, I thought you were actually pissed for a second." she smiles and pushes him back a little, "It's also rude to tease, you're not gonna do anything." Finally it got to be too much and Creeper let out a long belly laugh, "She got you there man!" Angel throws him a side look before turning back to Bliss with narrowed eyes, "You stoned?" She shrugs innocently before moving away from him and heading towards EZ for a hug and a kiss on the cheek, "Not that I don't love seeing you guys, but I'd leave if I were you." He looks over to his president who nods and stands up, "I think you're right, lets go Angel, you saw her and she's fine. You can bring her home another night."

Clearly this didn't bode well for him as he started to protest but it was Happy that interjected, "Not until he tells me why the fuck he has my daughters name tattooed on him," He turns a glare towards Bliss, "I'll cover it if you have one too." She rolls her eyes at him and does a small turn, arms outstretched, "All clean over here, nothing important on me." she sends a side eye towards her biker, "not from lack of trying tho." This got her an eye roll for an answer, " You know what you gotta do to get it." Happy looked between the two, watching the silent interaction they were having after that comment. He glanced over to his son who was glaring daggers at the two, arms folded over his chest. "What the fucks that suppose to mean? You owe him something?" Hap was starting to get more and more agitated, having more questions than answers. Clay puts a hand on his brother's shoulder and leans forward, "I think I'm more interested in what you mean that he's alive because of her."

Angel looks over at Mason, a pure look of disgust on his face, then turns towards Happy, "You raised a fucking pussy who would rather chase his own high then take care of his shit," a glance to Mason with a sneer, "gotta have your sister come to the big bad bikers to take care of your debt. Fucking pathetic." Mason throws himself from his place at the bar heading towards the biker, but its Bliss that gets in his way, a hand to his chest and with a hard shove back, "Don't start something you'll never finish Mase. Just let it go, it's done and over with now. It's handled." Angel gently moves Bliss out of the way and gets in the young man's face, "Yeah it's handled because she handled it. Why don't you tell your pops that you let your sister come to the club to pay your debt anyway she had to? Why don't you tell them that while she was there you were out getting high off anything you could get ahold of? You're fucking pathetic man."

EZ bolts from the table to get between the two, "let's go brother, think our time here is up." He gives a slow nod, never letting his eyes move from Mason, "Yeah I think you're right." He reaches a hand out to Bliss who slides into his arms easily. "I'll see you later, you know how to get a hold of me." Marcus nods his head to Clay and follows his men out. Once the roar of their bikes were no longer heard the SONs started to relax a little more, but it was the hostility that was coming off the twins that made them all tense. "I don't know why you gotta pick a fight with him every time." Mason grunts with a sneer, "I don't know why you gotta let him rub that shit in my face." She lets out a humorless chuckle, "You think I control him? I don't control anything he does." Bliss turned to walk down the hallway but Mason's next words made her freeze mid step. "Why don't you just get the fucking chip off your shoulder? You were molested. We get it. But it's handled or getting there so get over it. That's what you just said to me right? Get the fuck over it!" She turns to him slowly, fire burning behind her eyes, she stomps towards him giving him a hard shove, "You want me to get over it? Let it go? I let it go and my brains will be splattered on the wall. So why don't you get out of my face and go find your next fix. Cause I won't be there next time to get you clean or stop you from choking on your own vomit."