***So I wasn't sure how I wanted to play their first interaction. I hope you guys like it. Thank you guys for all of the feedback over the last couple of chapters!***

"Ayyeee Lexxxii!" Chibs yelled from across the parking lot. She smiled and made her way towards him. A gaggle of bikers and crow eaters surrounded him on the bench outside the clubhouse. Lexis cherry red converse tied proudly on her feet, her black capris neatly tucked, with her white crop top peaking out from behind her unzipped leather jacket.

"Off your face already?" Lexi asked embracing him in a hug.

"Haven't you learned anything? I'm always off my face love." he sat back down and took a swig of his beer. A new biker Lexi had only seen a few times in passing piped up.

"What happened to your car? Please tell me shes not busted already. It was the only thing around here giving me a hard on anymore." he laughed and ran his hand over his mohawk and tribal tattoos.

"Nah, I just know better than to drive my own car to my first SAMCRO party in years." Lexi stuck her hand out to the stranger. "I don't think we've officially met. I'm Lexi"

He took her hand gently. Lexi was surprised due to the sheer size of arm muscles. "I'm Juice." She raised an eyebrow and grinned. He put his hand up to stop her, knowing the next words out of her mouth were most likely going to be What the hell. Instead, her face relaxed, her grin grew into a smile and she turned to Chibs.

"Now why in the world did you name this bundle of cuteness JUICE of all things?"

Chibs threw his hands up in defense "OI! Why do you think that was my fault?!" he retorted. Juice snorted and looked at Lexi. He had never seen a softer face. Juice was use to the cocaine sunken faces of most of the crow eaters. Lexis face was full of life, as much as she tried to pull the badass card, he could see she would do anything for most of these guys in the MC.

"It was actually Clay, and seriously... you don't want to know." he smiled wide. Lexi took in his innocent face. He was clearly a few years older than her, he had to be. Yet, his face had no scars, it wasn't wind whipped from the California desert or speckled from the beating sun.

It took a moment for Lexi to realize she was staring. Juice dropped his face in a shy blush. Lexi coughed trying to cover up her awkwardness. "Well, it seems I've got some catching up to do." she picked up Chibs' beer bottle, tipped it back and finished it. Lexi made her way through the door of the clubhouse. The bass hit to whatever shitty song was playing and Lexi took a deep breath. She missed this, the smell of great whisky, cheap beer, and cigarettes filled the air around her.

Lexi made her way to the bar and grabbed a whisky and coke. "How are you Alexis?" Chucky asked with a large grin.

Lexi slammed the drink and laid the empty glass back onto the bar. Lexi looked at Chucky with pleading eyes. He smiled and refilled the empty glass. "I accept that."

2:04am Lexi leaned against the bar and pleaded with Jax to let her another drink.

"Lexi, I love you doll... but your shitfaced." Jax laughed knowing full well he wasn't any better.

"Jaccckkiiieee..." she dragged out "At least one more shot! Come on! Then I'll call a cab, I promise." Jax narrowed his eyes and concentrated on her puppy dog face.

"Fine. But then you're getting a bottle of water and heading out. You've almost outlasted Tig, that's pretty bad." he said pouring out two shots of whisky. They slammed the shots back and Lexi leaned in to hug Jax.

"I had fun though. Thank you." she said. Jax waved over a biker from the corner and suddenly Lexi was being carried out of the bar. Juice handed her a bottle of water as she dangled over the back of someones shoulder. All she could see was black biker boots hitting the pavement. A SAMCRO patch staring back at her. She squinted trying to concentrate who it was. She knew Jax wouldn't have told someone she didn't know to take her home. Actually, other than Jax, there was only one other person who knew her address. Lexi was drunk but she knew that Jax never told this person where to take her.

"Happy?" she said still hanging over the strangers shoulder. He sat her down and opened the tow truck door.

"Get in." he said sternly pointing towards the empty seat.

"Who the fuck are you to tell me where to go?" she crossed her arms in defiance.

"Fine, Pay $40 for a taxi home." he slammed the truck door and started back for the clubhouse. Lexi opened the truck door and looked towards him walking away.

"Hey!" she yelled towards him. He stopped and slowly turned around on his heels. "Will you please take my drunk ass home?" she asked

He smiled at her. "Hop in."

Happy took off down the road towards the highway. Lexi was glad he was taking her. She didn't think she could deal with anyone else judging her for being so drunk. Lexi had already rolled the window down and laid her head against the inside of the truck. "Can I ask you something?" she said raising her head and turning herself to face Happy. He cocked his head to the side, not completely taking his eyes off the road but just enough to see her stern face zoned in right at him.

Lexi tucked her loose curls behind her ear and shifted. "Well I'm going to ask you something." Happy grinned out the corner of his mouth, not even wide enough for her to see. "How many people have you killed?"

Happy stayed focus on the road. He despised that question. Yea, he kept track but the number of bodies normally scared people off. Even Jax and Clay don't even talk about it with him. "Why do you want to know? Scared that a murderer is taking you home?" he quickly went on the defense.

"Actually..." she turned back towards the road and inhaled. "Quite the opposite. I feel safe." she leaned her head back against the window in the same position she had it in prior to asking such a normally serious question. This time it was different though. It wasn't serious. She was generally curious of how many lives he had taken, and she didn't care. They sat in silence for the next 45 minutes until Happy pulled the truck in front of Lexis apartment building.

"We're here." Happy said shutting the truck off but Lexi didn't move. Happy looked over and she was sound asleep still pressed against the open window frame. Happy shook his head and smiled. "You're killing me kid." He hopped out and ran to open the second floor apartment door. He still kept a key just in case he needed to grab extra clothes on the way to his moms. He made his way back down to the truck and slowly opened up the passenger door. Happy caught Lexi as she began to lean out. He wrapped his arms under her back and legs like a baby. She nestled against his neck threw her arms around him.

"You owe me." he whispered walking back up the stairs and into her bedroom.

He laid her on his bed and looked around the room. She squinted through the light, staring up at him, trying to focus. "Ladies touch." was all she could muster before laying back down and falling asleep once again. Happy smirked and shook his head.

The next morning Lexi rolled over and squinted. "Fuck me..." she moaned looking at her alarm clock 12:52pm.

Suddenly she noticed a glass of water and a handful of Advil sitting next to her clock. She threw them into her mouth and swallowed with a sip of water. She looked around the room trying to regain control of her eyes, trying to steady herself before getting up. Then, something caught her eye.

In red lipstick written large across her vanity mirror, a solid 13 stared back at her.