Okay. So I know I was supposed to get this out yesterday but really wanted to make this chapter count. I'm happy with how it turned out though and made it longer than the last few to make up for the lateness.

Happy reading and please review.

P.S. Again I want to thank all those you review and I do respond to everyone that I can. And since I can't I want to thank Jenna for her review as well. I'm really glad that you like the story so far and am pleased that you think I portray Happy well.

Chapter 6

Roy

Getting ready was a simple enough task. I had just gotten out of the shower and was standing naked in front of my bathroom mirror. Normally I liked that way I looked. Today was different though. I was standing there just picking out all my flaws. And for what?

A guy that's what. I had to admit it to myself. I was attracted to Happy. Only god know why though. I always do this to myself. Going for the badass when I should be going for the good guy. That's what made me move in the first place. To break my stupid habits.

Guess some habits aren't made to be broken. Good thing I was about to kick my smoking habit. At least that was something I could cross off my ever growing list.

Looking at my reflection I stuck my tongue out. Then I turned my Ipod onto Red hot Chili Peppers and grabbed my brush and started on the tangles in my hair. Before I knew it I was ready. I had decided on a plain pair of jeans and my Led Zeppelin shirt that my mom had given me for Christmas. She was awesome.

I debated for awhile to put my hair up or down and opted for it to be down since it was still chilly outside. I've been wanting to add some dark brown or black to the underside of my mane, but haven't had a chance to get dye in town. I was just getting bored with the same old thing.

Once I was finished I gave Grams a peck on the cheek and headed out the door. When I got into my car I put the key into the ignition and nothing happened. "God damn stupid car." I mumbled. It had been doing this for about a month now. How convenient that it stopped working correctly right after the month warranty was up.

I rubbed the dash. "Come on baby. I didn't mean it. You know I love you." I tried again. Still nothing. GRRRR…

Luckily that damn car had the OnStar function free for three months and I could use the calling feature. I dug out the paper Happy had given me with his number and called it.

It rang a couple of times before a voice I didn't recognized answered. "Happy's phone. This would be his much better looking friend Kozik talking. How my I…" Then there was a rustling on the other line and a muted "Touch my phone again and I'll kill yeah."

I was laughing. "Hello?" I managed.

"Alyssa? What's up. Thought you were coming out?"

"Well, um, I was." I hit my steering wheel. "Until my car decided not to start. It's been acting up for awhile. Need to have the ignition switch replaced." I had looked it up online to see if it was something that I might be able to fix myself. The airbags would have to be disabled to do though and that was just beyond my abilities.

"Want me to come get you?" I thought back to his bike and then to my grandmother in the house.

"No. My Grandmother won't want me riding on a bike and she'd be sure to notice if you picked me up here." I loved riding bikes. My step-dad taught me to ride at a young ago. Mostly we rode dirt bikes, but once I was able to drive my uncle's old Triumph. That was an amazing experience.

"I got my car today. To wet to be riding the bike. Where you place? I'll pick you up."

"Know where 153rd is over by Lake Lawrence?" I asked.

"Yeah. By that Texaco. With the fish sign."

"That's it. I'll meet you over there at 153rd and Lindsey."

"Sounds good." With that he hung up and I started walking the three blocks to the cross street to meet him. It had been so long since I had gone out. I really was starting to get homesick for my buddies. I almost felt lost out here without them.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes a Trans AM came to a stop next to me and the window rolled down. "Ready?" Happy's scratchy voice greeted me.

"Hell yeah." Opening the passenger side door I plopped myself into the low bucket seat. It had been awhile since I had been in a car. It felt strange sitting so low to the ground. Made me miss my Elantra though. I loved that car.

We sat in silence for a minute before Happy glanced over to me. "What's the deal with your Granny and bikes?" He asked.

"She's never liked them for as long as I could remember. Lost a daughter in a bike wreck when I was about two. She was my dad's little sister and mom's best friend." I didn't remember her except for what I had heard. I always felt robbed of my aunt and not being able to know her.

"Sorry to hear that. Guess I understand her concern." He just kept his eyes on the road as he talked. He didn't have any music on so I kept talking to fill the silence.

"She was hit by a drunk driver. She was killed instantly while her friend that was driving the bike was paralyzed from the waist down. The trunk guy in the truck wasn't injured at all. Walked way right into prison though. I have a tattoo on my ankle for her." The tattoo was a rose with a banner below it that read 'Dawn Wells.' I had gotten it last February in honor of her birthday. "Grandma always told me I looked like her."

"Do you not ride bikes because of that?" I was beginning to think that I was getting into to deep a conversation for him. I barely knew him.

So I took his question and decided to us it to brighten the mood. "Nope. I rode all the time in California. My father… well step-father taught me how. I'm not a big street bike rider though. I'm more into dirt bike myself. I'm a dirt girl to the bone." I said smiling at him.

He laughed. "Figures." He glanced over and looked me up and down. "Definitely not a prissy bitch."

"Gee, thanks."

"Got you license?"

That had been my goal for last year. "No." Things had changed so I had never gotten around to it. "I was going to take the CHP course and get it last year, but it never happened."

"You going to get It up here?" His head turned towards me for a moment and then shifted back to the road.

"Probably not. Nothing for me to ride up here anyways. The only reason I was going to get it in California was because my dad had gotten a dual purpose bike and I wanted to be able to ride it legally if I wanted."

"Oh." That was all he said for the rest of the ride. Even though I was trying to fill the silence before I really didn't mind it. The view outside on the road was quite nice to look at. I wasn't used to so much green.

Once we got to Roy we pulled up to the Old General Store Steakhouse and Saloon. It looked like an old barn that was converted some time ago and had a porch on the front. It was made of old wood that hadn't been painted in years. It was even the classic barn red.

Happy turned off his car and turned to look at me in his seat. "I want to warn you about the guys."

"Warn me?" I asked quizzically.

"Yeah. They're kind of…" He paused to think of the right word. "rowdy at times." He finally finished.

"Honey. I grew up in one of the biggest red neck hick towns in California. My dad grew up in Oakland. Believe me. I think I can handle them." I said. I wasn't oblivious to guys that acted up in bars. Hell. Sometimes I was the one that acted up. Guess he'll just have to get to know me better.

I opened the door to his car and grabbed for my leather bomber coat. It was on sale at JcPenny's for half off two months ago. It was now one of my prized possessions. Instead of taking my purse in too I just grabbed my I.D. and some cash and shoved it in my pocket. "Mind if I put this in your trunk?" I asked lifting my purse over the roof of his car for him to see.

He leaned into the front seat and the trunk popped up. "Go ahead." I plopped my purse in and shut it. When I looked up Happy was already half-way up the steps with his hands shoved in his pockets.

"Wait up." I called picking up my step towards him. He surprised me when he held the door open for me. "Thanks." I said when I brushed past him.

We walked straight ahead towards the bar past the wooden dance area. It was a long bar and there were booths lining the walls. Tall tables were scattered around with four bar stools at each. Happy walked up to two guys that were near the bar at a pool table and patted one on the back.

Said man then looked over his shoulder at me and smiled a devilish grin. "Hey there good lookin'." He walked towards me looking me up and down. "Happy wasn't kidding when he said you had a nice rack."

I could have died right then and there. My face was turning ten shades of red and felt like it was on fire. I meekly nodded and looked wide eyed at Happy. Did he honestly tell this man my tits were huge? He didn't help just shrugged his shoulders and walked to the table.

I looked back to the man in front of me. "Hi." I squeaked.

"The names Kozik." He held his hand out for me and I grabbed it shyly. What had I gotten myself into. "Sorry 'bout that. Just stating the obvious." I nodded again.

Koz really wasn't that bad of a guy. Just blunt. He was tall. About six feet or so and wore a cut the looked a lot like Happy's. His said that he was the Sgt. At Arms though. He had beautiful blue eyes that just stared into you. They reminded me of my step-dad. He could just look at me and have me in tears. Or have me smiling. They both knew how to use them.

Then there was Mitch. He was young than both Happy and Koz. Hell, he was younger than me. He's just turned twenty in September and also sported the black vest. He was a prospect though so his wasn't adorned with the reaper on the back. He was a pretty average looking kid. Definitely not shy though. He was telling us about the 'chick' he had boned the night before. Nice kid. Just hormone driven. He had short blonde hair as well and a trimmed beard that almost boarded just being a plain goatee.

I just watched them play as I sat on a stool next to the bar tapping my foot to the music that was playing. They were a violently competitive bunch and always seemed to punch one another when said victim did well. After awhile Happy came over and sat on the stool next to me with his back towards the bar leaning against it.

"Whatcha drinking?" He nodded to the shot in my hand.

"Patron." I lifted my other hand to reveal the beer bottle in it. "With a Pabst chaser." I grinned.

"Very nice. You enjoying yourself."

"Yeah. They're very entertaining." I nodded to the two blonde currently wrestling over who got the pot of cash on the table.

" I told you. They're rowdy."

"And blunt." I smiled again and turned towards him taking my shot. "So I hear you like my tits." I laughed. So did he.

"Sorry about that."

"It's quite all right. I should be used to it by now."

Happy surprised me by standing up and positioning himself to stand directly in front of me. I leaned into the bar as he place both hand on either side of me and whispered into my ear. "Is it bad that I just keep wanting to see you naked?"

I shivered a little as his warm breathe touch my neck. I could feel my body heating up by the nearness. "I could say the same to you." Oh hell. Forget changing. I thought to myself. It's been to long and I really wanted him at that moment.

He captured my lips in a hot kiss and pulled his head back. "Then lets get out of here."