Short chapter! I do not own the SOA characters, they belong to Kurt Sutter and I make no money form this story. I own my own characters, Esther, Jack and Everett, Sailor and Madison. I don't own the music mentioned, it belongs to their respective owners.
The meal had been alright. The show had been the best show he's seen in forever, and the head he was currently getting by a pirate-clad Sailor was... The best head he'd gotten since he got out of jail.
She was just about to sit on his lap when there were headlights turning into the drive, she had smoked a joint or two, she was even more enjoyable this way, but a lot more oblivious of her surroundings.
-Babe, I think that's your daughter.
-Oh, shit! Oh shit! And I'm gonna be smelling of weed so bad! And I'm totally dressed like a pirate! Ew!
He grabs her pirate hat, puts it on his head, it's a bit tight, but not enough to be a bother as she flees to her room, he rearranges himself slightly, pulls his jeans up and his shirt down as he hears car doors, turns the music down, they were listening to Babe Ruth.
A knock on the door, Victor pushes it open, Madison is sleeping in his arms, and the chick that follows him looks just too out of place for Sailor and her ex. The chick has her hair and nails done, she's wearing a really fancy and expensive looking dress, Loboutin heels, he knows that brand, because they have red soles, and she's got a big designer purse. That one looks like she's chasing a full-time paycheck.
-Velvet Bud and Babe Ruth? Sounds like my kind of evening. How was the show?
-Good. Real good.
-We ain't gonna stay very long, don't worry. Just until this baby's in bed.
The blond tries to follow Victor to Madison's bedroom, but he literally shuts the door in her face, she stands there for a second, before brushing her hair back, Sailor comes back, not dressed like a pirate anymore, she doesn't even acknowledge Valerie as she walks poàast, comes to plop down near Happy after opening a window.
-Better?
-Sort of. Can't stand her. You want a beer?
-Sure.
She leaves, while she's in the kitchen, Valerie sits on the seat closest to the front door, her purse on her lap, she's trying not to stare at him, or his kutte laying on the arm of the couch but he knows how hard it is not to stare at the guy that has a snake tattooed on the top of his head.
-Hi.
-Oh... Hi.
-Nice dress.
-Oh, thank you. It's Alexander McQ...
-Would look nice on the floor.
She stops talking, her mouth gapes stupidly, and he just keeps on staring at her insistently, until Sailor comes back, and she declares that she's going to wait in the car. Sailor raises an eyebrow as the door slams, hands Happy a beer.
-What the hell did you tell her to make her leave that quick?
-Nothing.
-Oh, please! I want to know what to say the next time she sits there and gives me catty looks.
-I paid her a compliment.
-That doesn't work.
-Try, "Nice dress, wanna fuck?", that ought to work.
-You said that?
-Maybe not as explicitly. It was greatly implied.
-Nice dress, wanna fuck?
-Yes, please.
-Soon as Vic is gone.
-He knows how to see himself out. Doesn't he? Come on, I haven't had fuck since the weekend.
She's trying to resist him, it just makes him want it more, he ends up dragging her back to her room, to take her however he pleases.
It's three in the morning when Sailor shakes him awake without trying to be nice at all, he feels like maybe punching her, but she's very insistent.
-Hap, you need to get the hell out of here.
-Why?
-My kid's sick. She ate something bad, and I'm not gonna get her in my bed with while a casual fuck's laying there bare-assed. So get dressed and bounce.
Very valid reason to wake him up and kick his ass to the curb. That he can live with. So he pulls himself out of bed, she's already back in her bathroom, where her kid's really sick, and crying, kids suffering always pulled on the one heart string he has. So once he's covered and decent, he goes to the bathroom door, Sailor's in nothing but his boxers and one of her tops, rubbing her kid's back.
-Any 24 hour drugstore around here?
-I don't know, why?
-Well, I'm up, and you can't exactly up and go yourself. She needs anything to feel better?
-Did you really just offer a pharmacy run after I woke you up at three and booted you to the curb?
-Last I checked, yeah.
The kid calms down, stops puking for a moment, allowing Sailor to pull herself up and walk to Happy, she pulls him into a hug, after kissing him lightly.
-Thank you. No, we have everything we need. And if you need more sleep, you can go and sleep on the couch.
-It's fine.
-You can come back later. Maybe over the weekend.
-Maybe.
She smiles, turns around to get back to her daughter, his hand goes faster than his brain to spank her, it surprises even him. That was always a gesture of possessiveness for him. He went out with this chick twice. She has a short laugh as he sees himself out, he ends up in a park, sleeping on his bike for a few hours, until the sun starts to rise. Time to go and bother Esther.
He makes it to Gardena just on time that she's coming out of the house with his daughter to go to the corner and wait for the bus. And she did not expect him at all. But Everett exclaims, she recognizes him from her soccer practice. She waves at him, so he waves back, ponders if he should stop at the corner or just keep going, the choice is made for him, there's a bus ahead of him that's stopped to pick up a bunch of teenagers, he stops far enough behind, and the wait is long enough that Everett and Esther catch up to him.
-Hi!
-Hi, babe. You're heading to school?
-Oh, yeah! It's show and tell, today.
-What are you gonna show and tell?
She looks back as Esther, the bus ahead of him pulls forward, he's gonna have to move in a second, after looking at her mother, she has this expression he often reads on his own face, she's about to do something she's not allowed. In this context, she's going to come on the street to Happy. He anticipated, quickly pulls towards the curb, she's got a box in her hands.
About five steps away form him, she stops, as he kills the motor of his bike.
-You promise you're not gonna touch me?
-I promise, babe.
-Where's your friend that was with you the other day? He was nice.
-Chibs? He's back in our hometown. I just came to see a show, last night, I was heading back home.
-Oh. Ok. Look.
She hands the box for him to take, he puts it on the tank of his bike and opens it, it's empty, except for a minuscule boot and a green shred of fabric, a penny, and some dried corn kernels. His brow furrow, he's trying to figure it out, really hard, on little sleep he had.
-It's uh...
-It's a leprechaun.
He almost jumps out of his skin, she's now right next to him, he hadn't expected that.
-Well, it's a leprechaun trap, mommy helped me. See, you put what leprechauns like the most. Kernels, and money. I glued them at the bottom of the box so the leprechaun couldn't take them for real. His jacket ripped when he fell in my trap. And he lost a shoe getting back out. Cool, huh?
He takes the shoe between his fingers, holy shit, it's a hand made tiny shoe. He glances at Esther, who's halfway between the madness of their proximity, and the pride that she actually pulled it off, and Everett truly believes that a leprechaun fell into the trap. He better come up with something, and quick, or else Esther will crucify him on the spot.
-That's so cool. Next year, try buttering the kernels.
-See? I told you mom! We should have buttered the kernels after gluing then. You never listen to me.
He puts the shoe back, puts the cover on the box before handing it to Everett, she smells of shampoo and soap. And her hair is braided like a crown around her head.
-That's a really cool show and tell.
-I've been waiting a whole month, for the next show and tell. My name is Everett.
-Mine is Happy.
Her eyebrow corks, behind her, still on the curb, Esther looks like she wants to die. Literally. She wishes she was six feet under, Everett turns to her mother who looks away, there's something in the glance they exchange.
-My bus is here. I should go.
-Enjoy show and tell. Maybe we'll cross paths again, next time I come to LA?
She takes a deep breath, pulls away from Esther when Esther tries to put an arm around her, she stalks to the corner herself, whatever he said, it stirred the pot really well, he thinks as he puts his sunglasses on and waits to pull back into the traffic, Everett's bus is at the corner. He pulls straight behind the bus, at the actual street corner, it pulls to stop, he pulls beside, he's taking a left, the bus is turning right. She's sitting straight behind the driver, and she's looking out the window. She knocks and waves when she sees him, he stays there to watch the buss pull away.
Not leaving now. No way. She knew his name from somewhere. He knew damn well Esther didn't have his crow anymore, the one laced with his name, she had it removed.
She said she did. What if she didn't?
Thoughts?