I do not own any characters from Sons of Anarchy. I own Sara and any other original characters.

Content Warning: Language, references to drug use

April 2005

The party at the SAMCRO clubhouse was raucous. Kozik had convinced him to stay the night since they had both been down on a run for SAMTAC and his buddy took any chance to hang around his old charter. Happy hadn't been to many of Redwood's parties despite his years in SAMTAC. They were definitely bigger than the ones back in Tacoma.

The boxing ring had been dragged out and Happy grimaced as Kozik got his ass handed to him by Trager–they had some deep-seated beef that Happy didn't fully understand. Unable to watch his friend embarrass himself, he went into the clubhouse to grab another beer. He sat down on a bar stool and flagged the kid behind the bar: he couldn't have been much more than twenty-five and his rocker and colors were glaringly new.

"Oh my god! That one working the bar is SO cute!"

Happy rolled his eyes as an annoyingly shrill little voice carried from next to him. A glance out of the corner of his eye revealed a honey blonde rolling her eyes dramatically and a brunette eyeing the bartender hungrily.

"Oh my god Gretchen, he's clearly, like, new or whatever. It's not even worth your time."

"Whatever, Carly! You're such a bitch sometimes."

"I'm just trying to keep you from making a huge mistake. Ex-cahuse me for being a good friend and looking out for your future."

His graphic but creative fantasy about putting them both out of their misery was interrupted when a third voice chimed in.

"I don't know ladies. He may be new but that only means he hasn't been with all the tramps in the room, right? And he's not, you know, old. No one wants the old version that everyone has been with when there is a new shiny edition. Who knows, maybe he'll even be President one day."

He glanced casually past the girls and saw a pretty blonde sitting next to them with a glass held delicately between the fingers of one dainty hand. She had a small knowing smile as the girls both glanced at each other in hesitation.

"Plus, I've heard he had a huge dick. Like HUGE. And you know what they say, 'once you go brown, you won't turn it down,' right?" she continued with a conspiratorial stage whisper, "If you don't go after him, I might."

"I fucking told you," Gretchen whispered viciously to Carly and hopped off her stool and made her way to where the kid was bartending. Carly scoffed loudly and stormed off towards the pool tables. Happy watched the blonde laugh quietly to herself as she watched the bartender flirt with the brunette.

"Once you go brown?" he found himself rasping with a smirk. The girl startled slightly and looked his way. The corners of her mouth curled up a little and she bit back a laugh as she took in his complexion.

"I gotta help a brother out whenever I can," she said nodding her head in the bartender's direction.

"Don't seem like he needs the help. Since his competition is so old and he might be President someday..."

She blushed slightly at his comment. She really hadn't expected anyone to hear her talking to the croweaters.

"Yeah apparently they don't know Jax is set to inherit that title," she mused, watching the brunette lean over the counter in an attempt to get the brother's attention. She turned her attention back to the Happy.

"And anyway, I doubt you need any help either but I can go find that blonde and bring her back here if you were gunnin' for her… She seemed like a really nice girl," she shot back, hiding her smile in her drink as he pulled a face. She surveyed him as he took a long drink from his beer bottle.

He had dark tan skin—Hispanic probably. His voice was scratchy, but she doubted it was from overexertion; he didn't strike her as much of a talker. Nonetheless, she couldn't help the warming effect it had deep in her belly. She would have felt guilty but her mood briefly darkened as she remembered the fight she and Ryan had a week ago, the memory reminding her that she had nothing to feel guilty about.

She averted her eyes as he set his bottle down and flagged JC—or Juice as he was going by these days. The younger man excused himself from the brunette and made his way down, smiling widely when he saw Sara.

"Well, well, well. Look who shows up when I finally get my colors…" He puffed his chest as she rolled her eyes, "Ready to fuck me yet?" he asked arrogantly.

"That's no way to greet a friend. A good friend who not only petitioned Jax to vote you in but also sent that lovely brunette your way."

"Somehow I doubt you had any effect on Jax's vote."

"Hey, I have some pull in the club!"

"Sure you do, sweetheart," Juice teased affectionately.

"Well, I had sway over that girl," she gestured down the bar to the brunette who was waiting patiently for the bartender to return. They both watched as the brunette blew a kiss and waved in—what Sara could only imagine—was intended to be sexy.

"By the way, you'd better have a big dick," Sara added with a smirk.

"You can check for yourself if you want."

"Gross. You're like a baby." Sara made a disgusted face when he grabbed himself suggestively and shook her head before taking a sip of the rum & Coke he placed before her.

"I'm older than you," he quipped, "and we will see about that one. She seems a little… unhinged," Juice noted pointing a thumb down the bar to the waiting girl.

A raspy throat cleared beside her and Juice immediately sobered and stood up straight, quickly grabbing a bottle and handing it to the Tacoma brother who had moved to the seat next to her while she was conversing with Juice.

"Well if you don't want her, this one over here wouldn't turn down my gift," Sara teased, pointing a thumb. Juice looked between them nervously.

"I mean… If you want her, Hap…" The guy beside her snorted loudly and shook his head, and Sara scoffed.

"Well, I see how it is. See if I throw croweaters towards either of you ever again," she stated indignantly and took a long drink from her glass. Juice glanced uneasily to the man next to her and she got the impression that she was missing something.

"I thought I didn't need any help?" the man rasped quietly next to her, one corner of his mouth turning up slightly. Juice excused himself quickly and hurried down the bar back to the brunette. Sara shrugged in response to his question.

"I'm Sara by the way," she said after a moment. His dark eyes watched her silently for a moment.

"Happy," he grumbled after a long pause.

"Uhh, I'm sorry?" she asked confused.

"My name. It's Happy." She sat up a little in recognition and he smirked to himself. Looks like this bitch knew his name.

"Well that explains Juice being spooked by you," she responded with a new degree of deference. He noticed that her whole posturing had changed with this knowledge. His reputation had preceded him.

Now, now, what could this little gash know about him that would elicit that reaction?

"So, you just here to play cupid or…?" he asked suggestively eyeing her body, clad in black shorts and a lacy red top, her red bra peeking through. He let his large hand fall to her thigh and he felt her shiver slightly as his fingertips traced her soft skin. His thick fingers flexed into the meat of her thigh as he looked down the expanse of her legs. Her long bare legs ended in a pair of red peeptoe heels that he wouldn't have minded digging into his back. He also wouldn't have minded her red lips wrapped around his—

"Not quite. My father is the VP of SAMDINO, Skip Harris. But I'm just in town on business," she explained with a polite smile, trying to ignore the involuntary clenching between her legs in response to his touch. He nodded once in recognition of her name, and casually removed his hand to grab his drink and took a sip, keeping his hand on the bottle. Best not to grope the daughter of a vice president.

He knew through the grapevine that Skip had a hot daughter, but he hadn't spent enough time with any of the SAMDINO brothers to pick up her name. His eyes raked down her body again, noticing her small waist and her smallish tits – B-cup he guessed, C at best. The girl had to have only been 115lbs soaking wet. And he imagined it wouldn't take very long to get a young, fresh thing like her soaking wet.

"What kind of business brings you to Charming?" he asked after a moment, not sure why he even cared enough to ask. He didn't engage in legitimate conversation with bitches. Before she could answer a pair of masculine arms snaked themselves around her waist. She jumped in surprise but relaxed into a smile after glancing over her shoulder.

"Speak of the devil," she teased with an affectionate laugh, peeling Kozik off and pushing him onto the stool on her other side.

"Oh no. What could Sara Harris and Happy Lowman possibly be saying about me?" Kozik asked dramatically with a goofy smile. His face was really starting to look like shit from the earlier fight but his blue eyes shone brightly. He grabbed her drink off the bartop sniffing it curiously.

"I was about to tell Happy here that I heard you were in town and I figured that you and I could take a drive and go get some shitty coffee. Catch up and the like," she answered with a pointed look as he took a sip of her drink. He paused briefly as he set the glass down, taking a moment to swish the fluid in his mouth before swallowing.

"That so?" Koz asked vaguely.

Happy was lost so he ignored their obviously veiled conversation and took the time to further scrutinize Sara when she was oblivious to his wandering eyes. She was one of those girls that looked younger than she probably was, but not too young; she looked the kind of young and innocent you could fantasize about but acting on wouldn't get you arrested—the unicorn of women. Realistically he guessed her to be about twenty.

Now that he knew who she was, her pedigree was obvious. There were two kinds of girls that typically hung around clubhouses: the kind that wanted more than anything to be an Old Lady and the kind that just wanted a good story to tell their girlfriends.

The first kind were the kind of girls like that who would do just about anything you wanted them to do, no matter how fucking filthy and depraved. Sara didn't have the hearts in her eyes that the younger girls had and certainly didn't have the bitter harpy attitude that plagued the older chicks who had been around for a while and were just trying to latch their talons in any brother who could get a half-chub looking at their haggard tits. And while Happy was sure Sara had a dirty side—almost every woman had one—she didn't seem like someone who would go ass-to-mouth just because he said it on a whim.

The second kind were the girls that came in either on a dare from their friends or to get back at an ex-boyfriend. Either way those girls always had a look that said, 'I saw a Dateline episode about bikers once' or 'I'm afraid you might kill me, but I also want to fuck you'. It was something that typically appealed to Hap— the fact that they were fucking terrified but still just had to be with him. Most women were terrified of him, but Sara didn't seem afraid. She was respectful, sure, but she wasn't afraid.

For some reason, knowing that she wasn't afraid of him was making him hard. He couldn't remember the last time he'd met a daughter who was allowed to hang around the clubhouse. They were usually off-limits and kept away for good reason.

This little unicorn seemed to be a mix between hardass Old Ladies combined with a sweetness that was foreign to him. He wasn't gentle. He wasn't sweet. And he certainly wasn't Old Man material.

That didn't stop him from fantasizing. He could almost see her arched on top of him, her sweetness replaced with a contorted look of pleasure. That pedigree would most definitely have taught her what she was in for and would probably beg for him to—

His attention snapped back to reality as he caught a whiff of her hair as she flipped it over a shoulder. It smelled like… flowers and sunshine? Nothing like the pungent fragrances that followed the croweaters. Whatever it was it was subtle but feminine.

Her smooth skin was light—much, much lighter than his own—and her blonde hair suited her enough that he believed it as her natural color –not that it made a difference to him. He briefly contemplated if the curtains matched the drapes before drowning the thought in a long drink of beer. He could get his ass beat just for thinking about fucking the daughter of a VP.

"I'm surprised your daddy let you out all by yourself." He distantly heard Koz comment and she said something catty about not needing a babysitter.

"Speaking of a babysitter, where's that boyfriend of yours?" Kozik teased.

"Ryan was busy this weekend. And we broke up anyway."

He didn't miss the dry, irritated tone in her voice. He briefly ran through the list of SAMDINO members trying to place a Ryan, but none came to mind immediately. He'd never realized how much he didn't know about their southern chapter until tonight.

"Uh-oh, trouble in paradise. Come on baby, if you were willing to date eight years up, what's a few more? You know I'd treat you real nice." Kozik flirted, clearly joking. Sara rolled her eyes and made some snarky comment that Happy didn't catch.

Happy finished off his beer and shook this Sara bitch from his thoughts as he got up without a word. He ran into Clay on the way out and the older man pulled him aside.

"How's Koz been?" Clay asked nodding in the direction of the man in question. Happy's eyes narrowed slightly. Jesus, everyone was so fucking chatty tonight. This was a party, not a goddamn highschool reunion.

"Fine," Happy answered in a clipped tone. He didn't like to gossip about his brothers. He expected them to keep his own indiscretions quiet and figured he owed them the same privacy. If someone wanted to know something, they should just fuckin' ask the person in question.

"He been clean?"

"Yeah."

Clay nodded thoughtfully and looked at Sara and Kozik for a moment. Happy followed his gaze awkwardly and then glanced back at Clay. Jax walked up to them and watched the young woman talk to their brother in silence. What the fuck?

"What's Sara want with him?" Clay asked after another moment.

Happy shrugged, "Something about going to get shitty coffee."

Clay glanced at Jax for a second before nodding and leaving without another word. Happy looked at Jax in confusion.

"Something I should know?" Happy asked hoarsely after a silent moment; as much as he didn't like to gossip, Kozik was his common pair-up for long rides. He needed to know if there was some shit brewing involving Koz.

"That girl over there cleaned him up for us. I called her up this weekend to check on him. Her pops won't let her go all the way up to Tacoma—keeps her on a real tight leash—so we had to take advantage of you guys being in town," Jax informed.

"Shitty coffee is a reference to a NA meeting. Gotta keep him on the straight and narrow, you know?" Jax clarified quietly before excusing himself.

Kozik's history wasn't a secret nor was the fact that he had essentially been kicked out of SAMCRO for it. Happy hadn't—however—known that the pretty little blonde before him was the reason Kozik was even still in the MC at all and not six-feet under.

Author Note: Pay attention to the dates as they will jump around a little. I will try to mention it again in the context of the story but its not a huge priority for me so no promises.