Hello Everyone!
Sorry about the last chapter there was a typo at the end 'Kayla" should have been "Karla".
Arowley: At the moment it is looking like it will be a Happy and Karla story ^^
Any questions feel free to ask or any suggestions :)
Pandora~ x
'Better to fight for something than live for nothing' -George S. Patton
For the second time that day Cole and Karla had to explain why they needed help laying low for a couple of months, they were extremely happy when Clay told them that the club would look after them for the time being.
"Thanks for all your help, Mate" Cole says as he shakes Clay's hand whilst standing up.
"If you need anything, help or whatever, let us know" Karla said smiling as she too shook Clays abnormally large hands.
When they left the room with the amazing hard wooden table with an insignia carved in the centre, they found themselves in a very busy bar, people with the same leather jackets and patch work where busy restocking the booze and adding a few decorations here and there.
"Don't mind them. We have a friend coming out of prison tonight, throwing him a party" Clay said from behind, "You're welcome to join"
Before they could answer for themselves Happy stood in the middle, draped his arms around them and said "Course they will! Australians never miss a free opportunity to drink!" he laughed and patted them on the back. "Tonight will be interesting!" with that he steered to two slightly amused friends towards the door, "Now let's show you where you will be living"
Happy brought them to his house; it was small and extremely clean but had an office that was big enough for a bed and a wardrobe.
"So who wants the room?" He asked standing at the entrance of the office/bedroom
"SHOTGUN" Karla and Cole both shout at the same time, they both looked at each other and nodded. They proceeded to play 'Rock, Paper, Scissors' and who ever won got the room, Karla chose rock and Cole Scissors, after a mini argument and a best two out of three round, Cole came out the victor, much to everyone's surprise.
"Oh come on! This Is bullshit, be the bigger man and give the lady the room" Karla whined like a three year old, she almost stopped her foot on the ground.
"Tough shit, I won." Cole replied as he stepped into the room smiling from his victory, Cole turned around and saw Karla doing her best impression of 'puppy dog eyes' "OH COME ON! You have slept on worse! For fucks sake" He groaned.
"That's not the point" Karla complained, she sighed in defeat and looked at the couch behind her. "It better be comfortable" she mumbled as she made her way on over to it, lying down to test what it's like.
"So, Happy, what's tonight's gatho going to be like?" Cole asked as he came out from his room and shoved Karla's legs off the couch to sit down. Karla glared and put her feet on Coles lap out of spite.
"Sex, drugs, rock n roll" he laughed.
" Sounds like our kinda party" Cole laughed too.
"That's if you can keep up with us" Karla interjected.
The rest of the afternoon was spent making the couch into a bed for Karla to sleep on, putting a mattress in the room for Cole and unpacking of their belongings, Cole was even nice enough to share the wardrobe with Karla. Night soon came around and before they knew it they were back at the repair shop in the thick of the party.
People from all walks of life were at the party tonight, it was amazing how many people came out for one person. Cole was chatting up women whilst Karla sat at the bar watching people from her spot, when a slightly drunk Happy approaches her.
"And where is YOUR drink" he slightly slurs.
"Right here" She says raising her beer bottle, "And yours?" she asks.
"Drank it" he shrugs his shoulders and lights up a cigarette, he offers one to Karla but she declines. She has tried to give up smoking a few times, but this month it seemed to be slightly easier.
"I probably should introduce you to a few people" he grabs her hand and pulls her off the seat, heading towards a group of men, who as far as she could tell, belonged to the same group Happy was.
"Everyone Karla. Karla, everyone" He laughs.
"Such a good introduction Happy" Karla laughs and rolls her eyes.
A man with a Chelsea smile shakes her hand "Names Chibs, nice to meet you" he smiled; his Irish accent so thick it sent shivers down her spine.
This time a man with curly hair and a face that looks like he has seem some things back in his day shakes her hand too "Im Tig, darling" he says in a smooth voice, She imagined he was a smooth talked with the ladies.
And the last man of the group just oozed sex appeal, he reminded Karla a little of Kurt Cobain, with his blonde hair and naturally good looking face. "Jax" he says with a sly grin and a nod of his head.
Sometime during this introduction Happy had wandered off leaving her alone with people she hardly new.
She took a swig from her beer, and looked around the room trying to find Happy or Cole.
"So, Karla. How do you know Happy?" Jax asked taking a puff from his cigarette.
"Cole and I met him at a bar in California, we all got kicked out at the same time" Karla laughed as she remembered how they had a bit too much to drink that night, got kicked out of the bar and met Happy on the pavement. "He invited us to his house for more drinks. It started a very strong friendship" she smiled.
The group laughed at her story, "That's Happy alright" Chibs chuckled.
"How'd you end up in Californian?" Tig asked, taking a swing of beer.
"Cole and I wanted a break from army life, decided to take holiday which turned into staying for three years" She laughed.
"That explains it" Jax mumbled.
"Explains what?" She asked confused as to what his point was.
"Your body" Karla raised an eyebrow and both Tig and Chibs nearly choked on the beer they just took a sip off., "No not like that!' he corrected. "I meant your figure, like how it's built and yeahhh" he trailed off slightly embarrassed.
Karla laughed "You would think it's because of the army, some of it is like endurance, but all the definition you see if what I've been working on since I left" she shrugged and took another sip.
The night went on and many a beers where knocked back by the entire party as well as a lot of weed, the atmosphere was buzzing with a high that seemed like nothing would bring it down, that was until some gate crashers came into the parking lot. Most people stopped chatting and those who were in the gang stood behind Clay including Cole and Karla.
"What the hell is this? Garage is closed." Clay demanded as he walked up to the intruders.
"We're not here for, uh, car repairs. I understand you're a Camacho fan." The Older man answered, not giving him any information.
Karla looked at the other man on the left and judging by his stance she could tell he was the muscle in the group, ready to jump into a fight and gave out anger vibes. She stepped closer to Happy and Cole just in case anything should go wrong.
"Who are you?" Clay asked again, his patience wearing thin.
"Just dropping by to give you a little friendly advice." He replied with a smile.
"And what advice would that be?" Clay raised an eyebrow.
Karla looked at Cole and Happy she then whispered "I have a very bad feeling about this" Just her muttering those words put them both on edge. Seeing as Karla has a very good judge of character, as well as Cole, but seeing as she wasn't as drunk or stoned, her senses where that bit better than the rest of the group.
"We feel it would be best for all concerned if you stop dealing arms to the One Niners and the Mayans." He finally got to the point, the whole club, including some friends of the club, laughed at this statement, Karla and Cole stayed stone faced the entire time.
"I don't even know what you're talking about." Clay laughed "We're just mechanics and Harley lovers." He then walked up to the man and circled around him, giving him the once over. "Expensive car. Hell of a suit. All your teeth. Must be the top of the Aryan food chain?"
"What you do for a living is between you and your Maker. I'm not here to adjust your moral compass. This is just a reality check. You're a criminal and you're done selling guns to colour." He stated calmly even when Tig pulled out a gun. "Are you gonna shoot me, ? With all these witnesses?" The man said cockily.
"Look, I don't know what Darby told you and, I don't know what your angle is, but let me be real clear. Nobody threatens samcro. And nobody tells us what we can and can't do. Black, brown or white. So, why don't you just climb back into your little German clown car and drive back to nazi town? 'cause the next time you piss all over my shoes, he will kill you.
I don't give a shit how many witnesses there are." Clay said ending the conversation.
"My shop opens in a few weeks. Until then Enjoy." He placed the box of cigars down at Clay's feet and walked away. The man to his left nodded at the rest of his followers and they too left.
Happy brought out his gun and he and Tig followed behind the men, even when they got in their cars the continued to walking until the cars were out of the lot.
Karla looked at Cole "I have a feeling that won't be the last encounter" she mumbled as she watched the boys walk back to the party.
AN: 'Gatho' is australian for 'Gathering" just incase haah