Whilst SAMCRO's warehouse - and main source of income - has been reduced to bones, the longtime Sergeant-at-Arms learns that bones are not always a sign of destruction. They are a sign of new life - a structure for something new to be built. Whether he trusts in the foundation, or not…
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CHAPTER 2: BARE BONES
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"Wanna be my first?" Tig was pulled from his daydream by Sydney's suggestive tone and dirty smirk. His face only went from one level of dazed to the next when he realized that he had completely zoned out while staring at her, and was now hearing what sounded like a proposition - quickly realizing that she meant first customer as he sat at the bar that she was manning, although he could've sworn that there was some double entendre in her tone…
"Savin' yourself for me, doll? I'm honoured." He placed a hand on his heart.
"Wouldn't have it any other way." She cooed.
He chuckled, his mind slipping back under before she pulled him right back out - clearing her throat as she stared at him with expectant eyes, gesturing to the wide array of bottles on the shelves behind her. "Oh, uh..." He realized that she was still waiting for an order, squinting as he tried to pass his bewilderment off as indecisiveness. "Just a beer, darlin'."
"Wow... You really wanted to make me showcase my bartending skills, huh?" She drawled sarcastically.
Tig began to chuckle again before he realized that he was supposed to be in church, quickly collecting his beer and shuffling into the chapel where he was greeted by an uproar of laughter.
"I've never seen Tigger that stunned before..." Gemma disclosed to Sydney as soon as the chapel doors shut.
"Oh yeah?" She had a smug smile. She knew that to hold the Sergeant-at-Arms patch, Tig had to be just as cold as Happy - which boosted her ego even higher to know that she'd been able to make him nervous.
"I've seen that man bag hundreds of women over the years, rarely have I ever seen him actually pay any mind to one." She narrowed her eyes at the young girl.
It was true, Gemma had watched Tig charm his way into the pants of almost every woman who walked through the clubhouse doors, but the way that he looked at Sydney was different. The Matriarch had a hard time believing that it was love at first sight, this was Tig after all, but she knew that he was intrigued by the new girl at the very least, which is more than she could say about his level of interest in any other gash.
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"Gonna make this quick." Clay signalled the start of church as he lit his cigar. "We got two things on our table: our warehouse, and that sweet little San Bernardino tart." Tig stiffened at the mention of Sydney, inhaling sharply and shaking the thoughts out of his head - the action eliciting knowing smiles of amusement from both Bobby and Chibs.
"What the hell are you thinking here?" Jax demanded an explanation.
"We are thinkin' outside of the box." Clay snarled. Jax's reaction was nothing less than expected from a member of the Sons of Anarchy - especially the Vice President of the mother chapter - however, tensions rising between the two had them constantly down each other's throats. The guys had started picking up on it, but they only assumed that it was some kind of power struggle between the President and his stepson.
"Didn't think to bring it to the table first?" Jax scoffed, raising his brows smugly.
"If we don't expect it, no one else will." Happy piped up, his raspy voice carrying from his seat across the table.
"You vouch for her, brother?" Chibs questioned - both shocked and confused. Happy was one of the most feared members in the entire MC - he wouldn't put his reputation on the line for just anyone.
He tipped his strong chin in a nod. "Got no idea what you're in for." He warned with a smirk.
"She's Packer's goddaughter. James was her old man. She ain't a piece of pussy for us to pass around. We don't respect her the way that we respect each other? We're gonna be dealin' with more than the Tacoma Killer." Clay gave Happy a pointed look.
A wave of sighs and small gasps washed over the table as brows wrinkled and foreheads creased. Everyone in the club knew who James was, although their knowledge was not nearly as strong when it came to his daughter. However, if Sydney could handle SAMDINO and Happy - holding the respect of multiple high-ranking club members by the balls - then she had to have something or another to contribute.
"Know her well. She's familia. Wouldn't back this shit if I wasn't sure." Happy explained his rarely earned approval.
"Alright then." Jax backed down, realizing along with everybody else that this was no charity to SAMDINO, this was strategy.
"Besides, if she don't work out? We got somethin' nice to look at around here." Clay said with a grin, earning some light cheering from the testosterone-packed room.
"No shit... Is she that one everyone talks about you shackin' up with?" Juice exclaimed as he recounted the multiple visiting members who had spoken of Happy getting cozy with a young blonde in San Bernardino.
"The one Donut talked about…" Tig nodded thoughtfully. "Blonde, big tits, legs for miles... That's her, boys." He nodded out the window, his tone faltering as he tried to hide his disappointment when he found out that his new fixation was already claimed by his heavily tattooed brother.
"It ain't like that." Happy snarled with an angry look in his smoky eyes that was threatening enough for everyone to accept that what he was saying was the truth - or at least not to question him about it.
"Okay... What about the warehouse? What do we know?" Juice moved to the next topic, trying his best to avoid conflict with his fellow bald brother.
"Nothing yet." Clay started. "My guess is the Mayans... Not takin' too kindly to our partnership with Laroy - steal his order, cut off the ability to get another." He surmised.
"If we lose the Niner business because of the Mayans, we buy ourselves a huge black proble-."
"That ain't gonna happen." Clay cut off the negativity of his Vice President, slamming his hands down on the table. "These mexi-assholes come into our territory." He pointed aggressively. "They steal from us. They shit on our livelihood. I don't care who we gotta grease, or kill. I want those goddamn guns back." He sneered through gritted teeth before taking a breath. "We got Tigger goin' up to meet with Trammel to find out more." Tig nodded.
"Alright" Jax retreated, appeasing Clay's outburst.
"Treasury, how we lookin' with a rebuild hangin' over our heads?"
"Rebuild is a long way away, brother." Bobby's words made Clay wince. "But all bills are paid, bar is stocked, and run fund is covered for the next two months. Tig is the only man who owes me dues."
"I'm a little short, catch you next week." Tig winked.
"Guess those little Thai boys are gettin' expensive, huh?" Happy teased before laughter erupted.
"Yeah, they are." Tig cocked his head. "How 'bout I slit your eyes and have you suck my dick." He shot back with a sinister grin as Happy motioned for him to bring it on, both of them laughing along with everyone else. Clay smiled, letting himself share a laugh with his crew before concluding the session with a smack of the gavel.
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The chapel doors flew open as Jax made his way over to the bar where the two women still stood. "So, you must be Sydney." He greeted the new girl with a boyish grin, lifting her hand as he nodded formally.
"And you must be the SAMCRO Prince that I've heard so much about." She responded with a flirty smile. Gemma had told her all about her first born, but she hadn't yet been properly introduced to her VP.
Jax looked down as he blushed, looking back up to meet her playful eyes with a bashful smile. "Ah, I don't know much about being a prince." He winked.
Another smooth talker with an even smoother voice. "I can see why they call you VP." She cocked her brows and gave him a once over. Jackson Teller was definitely Vice President for a reason - with a smile like that, the man could get anything that he wanted on this earth. He was the type of man that took a different approach than most traditional bikers; effectively dampening the panties of the ladies by being sweet and charming, not rough and gruff - not her style, but tempting, nonetheless.
Gemma stiffened as she watched the tense encounter between her only living son, and Charming's newest tart, whom she was still weary about...
Jax noticed his mother's discomfort and immediately steered the conversation in a more serious direction. "Clay filled us in on what you're doin' here… I'm sorry about your old man, I know how that is. You'll be taken care of here." He nodded sympathetically.
"Thank you." Sydney replied with a genuine smile. She appreciated the warm welcome, however she couldn't help but wonder just how much Clay had actually told them about her if Jax seemed to think that she needed taking care of...
Jax retreated to the pool table and Sydney began serving drinks to bar patrons who had started to trickle in for the night. Tig gave her a quick glance as he stalked out of the bar, and luckily for her - he'd been in too much of a hurry to catch her blushing. She assumed he was heading out on club business - which she hadn't been filled in on yet, but little did they know, she had begun watching their every move to try and get herself ahead of the game. If she was getting into bed with SAMCRO, she was going balls deep.
From what she had gathered so far, their warehouse had been torched - likely by a rival gang. She assumed the warehouse was used as a housing facility for whatever illegal goods they sold - which she already knew to be guns. San Bernardino had always been split about guns; some wanted them, most didn't - so the vote never passed, much to her dismay. Using a warehouse outside of local jurisdiction was a clear indicator that Charming PD was not on Clay's payroll - not all of them, at least - meaning that the PD in the next county over probably was.
She couldn't help but feel grateful for the explosion - whatever the reason was - because it was what finally got her the nod from Packer to head north and live up to her full potential. With her dad gone, San Bernardino was nothing but a prison for her - and a weakness in the mother chapter provided her the perfect opportunity to slip through the cracks and prove herself worthy.
As the party got going, Sydney's usual routine of breaking the hearts of overly-confident men began in the new town as she turned away hangarounds looking to get in on some of SAMCRO's scraps. So far everyone had been warming up to her quickly, but she didn't miss the way that people - croweaters, hangarounds, and Sons - had been eyeing her from time to time, trying to figure out what made her special enough to be recruited to the mother chapter.
She felt an arm against her back and a hand on her shoulder, squeezing protectively - not surprised when she looked over to see Happy glaring at his brothers. "Easy, Happy Meal." She pressed a hand against his chest. That was a glare that she recognized all too well. "I'm just a shiny new toy. Let the little boys play."
Happy didn't let up on his stare or his grip as he grunted at the sound of one of the many awful nicknames that she'd given him. "You ain't a damn toy, girl."
"Maybe not to you." She teased.
"You let me know if there's trouble." He stated firmly.
Sydney scoffed as he stormed away, grabbing a croweater by the arm and dragging her to the dorm room that he was occupying. She chuckled to herself at the familiar squabble that always ended the same way. The two of them knew full well that anything he could do to the men causing her problems, she could probably do in half the time.
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Tig returned to the clubhouse a few hours later, stomping straight into the chapel so that he could report his urgent findings to his President.
"What'd Trammel have for us?" Clay sighed.
"Arson - couple sets of cowboy boots at the scene." He replied regretfully...
"Mayans." Clay sneered.
"Gotta be, brother. It's like you said - they ain't happy that were sellin' to black." Tig shook his head as he rubbed the back of his neck, looking out the window and into the bar to see Sydney talking with a couple of croweaters. "So, she really gonna be able to help us out?" He prodded for more information.
Clay narrowed his eyes, knowing exactly what the infamous womanizer was thinking. "We start thinkin' about retaliation." He scoffed, exiting the chapel. He needed his Sergeant to stay focused.
Tig walked right over to the bar, rounding it as his anger over the Mayans faded into the background as the distraction took over. He didn't stop until he was standing right next to Sydney, his arm brushing hers as he feigned ignorance, scanning the clubhouse on the relatively tame Friday night.
"What? No kisses for your man?" He held out his hands expectantly when she looked up at him with a raised brow.
"My man?" She asked playfully with a discerning expression.
"You don't believe in love at first sight?" He mused.
"Not until now." She flirted back, giving him a dramatic once over with her lip between her teeth - feeling her soul beginning to ignite as their egos fed off of one another.
"Boyfriend wouldn't like you talkin' to me that way." He shook his head in mock-disapproval, turning his gaze back to the dwindling party.
"Wouldn't like the way I'm lookin' at you either." She scoffed, her eyes trailing him as she nodded lazily, her tongue rolling underneath her top lip. She couldn't help but hand it to the man for his cleverness.
The gesture alone was enough to get Tig's blood pumping in all the right places, but the sight of the silver ring in her tongue had his breathing becoming erratic. He noticed that she actually had a multitude of piercings now that he was standing close enough to see them; her ears were full of shiny rings and studs, and she had a silver hoop in her nose - it got him wondering what other piercings she might be hiding under those clothes...
"Lucky for us, the boyfriend thing ain't for me." She turned away, walking towards the fridge.
"Oh yeah? Girlfriend thing then." He surmised with a shit-eating grin.
Sydney chuckled to herself with her back turned to him. Typical. "When I'm in the mood." She purred as she turned back, swaying her body tauntingly.
Tig smirked before walking around to his proper side of the bar. He was surprised by her reaction - he knew by now that she had a smart mouth, but he hadn't expected her to play so heavily into his flirting. "So, Princess and the Tacoma Killer, huh?" He asked as he studied his fingernails.
"Now wouldn't that be a fairy tale." She mused.
Even though her answer was not nearly as telling as he hoped it would be, he didn't press it any further. If her and Hap both wanted to insist that there was nothing between them, then he didn't have to feel guilty for hitting on her. "Who all do you know if you're from San Bern?" He changed the subject.
"Apart from DINO?" She took a second to think. "Mostly Nomads… Quinn and Hopper, Donut from Tacoma."
Tig chuckled. "Quinn's a good guy - could scare the shit outta me."
"Nah, Quinn isn't nearly as scary as he looks." Sydney giggled. "He's a big softy, just like Hap."
Tig couldn't contain the laugh that rumbled in his chest. "Sweetheart... Have you met Hap?" He scoffed.
"Don't believe me?" She challenged.
Tig raised an eyebrow in response. "You know he's been known to pull guns on people just for tryin' to chat with him, right? Me included."
Sydney chuckled, unable to help but find it wildly ironic that the famously stoic Tacoma Killer - the man who didn't care about anything - was so easily bothered by something as little as some harmless conversation.
"Hey, I never said he didn't have a temper." She laughed. "But you'd be surprised by just how patient he can be, and I don't mean being nice to the whores for a quick hummer. I mean actually being sweet."
"Hap bein' patient and sweet..." He spoke with a scoff. "I'd pay to see that."
"If you would pay to see him be patient and sweet, I'd like to find out what you would do to see him be comforting." She smirked as a devious glimmer appeared in her eye.
Tig barked out a laugh. "Okay now I know you're lyin'."
"What's the truth gonna cost ya?" She raised a brow suggestively.
"Oh, baby... I'd give you anything you wanted." He growled as his eyes travelled down her body.
"Hmm..." She drummed the bartop with her long nails, an evil smirk plastered on her face while she contemplated just how much she could milk him for. "I need a tour guide." She announced after some thought, using the opportunity to secure some more time with the curly-haired charmer.
"Huh?" Tig had gotten lost in her eyes as she considered the stakes.
"Around Charming!" She kept her tone light and playful.
"You're on." Tig grinned. The situation provided him with a double jackpot if she won, and this girl didn't look like the type who lost.
"Has he looked this way since you got here?" She asked with her eyes trained on Happy who had emerged from the hallway and was now standing near a table by the stripper pole. She wasn't in his direct field of view, but she knew that she was always under his watchful eye.
"Nah." Tig answered quickly.
Sydney snorted. "Confident answer for someone who hasn't once taken their eyes off of my tits in the last ten minutes. You didn't even notice ginger snap over there tryin' to get your attention."
Tig's eyes widened as they shot up from her cleavage, looking around in confusion before finally landing on the red-haired croweater who was sulking in Juice's lap, turning back to meet Sydney's knowing smirk before she slinked away from the bar and over to Happy.
Sydney's demeanour changed drastically in the short walk across the room - dropping both her head and shoulders, shuffling on the soles of her stilettos and wrapping her arms around herself. Once she finally reached Happy, she said nothing as she tucked herself into his side.
Happy flinched, lifting his arm and jumping back. His brow creased and concern washed over his face once he realized what was going on, softening the mean mug that he presented to the world.
Sydney bit her tongue, looking down at her feet as she held back a laugh when he recoiled so harshly, apparently not expecting to be touched so gently.
"What's wrong?" He spoke with a trace of panic as he checked her over before quickly pulling her into his arms as if to shield her vulnerability as he pulled her over to the bar where the crowd was sparse. "What's going on?" He asked again as worry laced his usually demanding tone.
Another surprising thing that Happy was, was intuitive - the man was easily irritated by emotional outbursts, but he knew which ones required his attention and which ones he could brush off, and he could tell that something this out of character was not to be brushed off.
"I don't know, I just-" Sydney looked to the floor, fiddling with the rings on her fingers.
"Who was it." His tone was all business now as he grew angry - not with her, but with the thought of someone, somehow, making her this uncomfortable. He knew that she could hold her own just as well as he could defend her, but maybe she'd been intimidated by all of the new faces - too blinded by her desire for a spot somewhere that mattered, to stand up to them.
"No one. Hap, I'm just-" Her voice started to shake uncontrollably as she squeezed her eyes shut while her shoulders vibrated.
Happy's rough hands cupped her dropping face, lifting it to meet his impossibly dark eyes. He looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching, knowing how much more upset it would make her. Once he was content that the coast was clear - the only threat being a passed out Tig - he kissed her forehead and pulled her against his chest.
"This ain't like you." He shook his head as he grit his teeth. "Tell me what's wrong. I'll fix it." He spoke into her hair, running his rough hands up and down her arms as soothingly as a killer could.
"I just need you to calm me down." She whimpered into his chest as her breathing labored.
"I will." He nodded.
She nodded back, lifting her arms to wrap around his neck. "Thanks, Hap. I knew I wasn't wrong when I said that you were a softy."
Happy scowled as her voice switched back to a normal tone, the sound of Tig bursting out laughing following close behind. He pulled away from her with a look of absolute shock on his face - which had been the cherry on top - finally shaking loose the laugh that Sydney had been stifling the whole time.
"The fuck?" He scowled with his lip turned up.
Sydney sauntered over to where the equally guilty Sergeant was seated, leaning over the bartop. "I like this one, Hap." She kept her eyes trained on Tig's as she spoke with a flirty smile.
"Oh yeah, dollface?" Tig grinned. "I could show you a few other things you'll like." He winked, sending Happy storming off angrily.
Sydney shook her head slowly with her bottom lip between her teeth. Yes, she could definitely have some fun with this one.
"Now, Princess, that was some top grade shit. You got Hap wrapped right around that pretty little finger, don't ya?"
"Mhmm." She nodded as the victorious smirk graced her lips. "You gonna pay up, or are you gonna make me put out a bounty?"
"I may look like a criminal, but I'm an honest man." He held his hands out with mock-sincerity before leaning in closer and dipping his mouth down towards her ear. "Besides, I woulda done it for free."
Sydney felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Something about the way he spoke... "Don't worry, I got a couple things in mind that you can give me for free." She replied in a tone cocky enough to rival his, watching his jaw go slack as he processed her words, tipping him a wink before she went to serve the hangarounds that had been waiting on drinks.
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By the time that her shift was coming to an end for the night, Sydney noticed that Tig was still seated at the bar, and was showing no signs of leaving to join the rest of his brothers in the 'all you could eat' buffet of women spread before them as the party wrapped up and the bar shut down.
"How you likin' it here so far?" He asked once her attention belonged to him again.
"Beer, pussy." She shrugged as she wiped down the bartop. "What more could a girl ask for?" She mused, letting it show in the playfulness of her voice that she genuinely did love this life.
"Yeah, you can say that again." He chuckled, reaching into the pocket of his kutte and fishing out a pack of smokes. "He's in love with you." He blurted matter-of-factly as he lit up, deciding to test the matter again after the display he'd witnessed. Never in a million years did he imagine he would see Happy looking at anything the way he looked at the little blonde from San Bernardino - except maybe blood.
"You always so observant?" Sydney asked with squinted eyes and a hint of finality in her tone. She had dealt with people's uncertainty over her relationship with Happy her whole life. She never bothered setting people straight - it left the door open for interpretation, and that was a door that she loved to leave wide open. The two of them knew what they were, and that was all that mattered to her.
"Hear you're gonna help us out... That's new." He retreated, sensing that the stoic Nomad was not the only one who didn't open up much about his personal affairs.
"You heard right-" She peered her head to the left so that she could read the 'Sgt. At Arms' patch on his kutte - as if she didn't already know his name and rank. "Sergeant." She said in a sultry voice, her eyes glinting slightly while raising an eyebrow and cocking her head. She could practically see him hardening at the sound of her voice as he stared at her. "So, you get any good intel?" She changed the subject - taking him from stunned, to petrified.
"Clay tell ya what we been dealin' with?" He squinted as he studied her expression.
"No." She replied with a cocky tone and devilish smile, resting her arms onto the bartop and leaning in closer - looking right into his eyes and watching him squirm under her penetrating gaze.
Tig softened as he looked at her, really taking in all of her features now that he wasn't as overwhelmed. She had smooth skin, high cheekbones, a cute little ski-slope nose, and pouty lips that were begging to be put to good use. Her teeth were perfectly straight in an even more perfect smile that could knock any grown man flat on his ass.
Sydney chuckled at his gawking as he stared at her in a state of awe. "I don't bite..." Her lips curled up. "Much." She finished, cocking her head as a flash of excitement overtook his face.
"I do." He managed to get the words out in a low growl with a lazy expression on his face, those baby blue eyes piercing right through her - the wash of excitement hitting her face now.
Sydney licked her lips before clamping her teeth over the bottom one. The man emanated sex from every cell in his body. She could smell the grease, leather, and tobacco all mixing with his cologne in a deliciously intoxicating scent that drew her in like a magnet - having to stop herself from leaning all the way into his neck and sinking her teeth into that delicious looking vein.
Tig looked down from her gaze to her lips as he brought the cigarette to his mouth. "You stayin' for a bit?" He asked in a hushed tone, matching her leaning slightly, his face now only about a foot from hers as they sat hunched over the bar that separated them.
Sydney seized the opportunity to snap herself out of the trance that he had begun to sweep her under. "No." She replied, grabbing the cigarette from his mouth and placing it into her own, taking a drag and blowing the smoke over his face. "But you can walk me to my car." She smirked as she turned around to grab her purse.
Tig tried to hide the smile forming across his face, looking away once she turned back to him. "Right this way, darlin'." He motioned for the door.
Sydney took another drag as she walked around the bar to where he was waiting, placing the cigarette back into his mouth before heading for the door.
Tig blinked a few times as the faint taste of her sweet lips grazed his tongue - quickly snapping out of it where he jumped up and ran after her, beating her to the door where he pushed it open. "After you, beautiful." The awestruck look might have faded from his face, but it was still very much present in his voice.
Sydney looked up into his eyes and smiled mischievously, her gaze following him over her shoulder as she walked out the door.
Juice and Bobby watched the entire encounter from where they stood at the pool table. "You ever seen him act like that?" Juice asked.
"Never." The Elvis impersonator widened his eyes as he shook his head.
Tig wrapped his arm around Sydney's shoulders when they got outside, not moving it as they walked across the lot to her car. She felt her nerves jolting under his touch, luckily her body wasn't responding quite as fiercely - but it was still enough to form a smirk on his face when he could feel her tensing up.
"So, what's the deal with you, dollface?" He unwrapped his arm from her as they approached her car.
"What d'ya mean?" She feigned innocence, but the pout in her voice was more authentic than she had expected after his arm left her - looking at the ground while she twirled her gold necklace in her fingers.
Tig brought his hand up to rest against the metal frame beside her, boxing her in. "With the club." He clarified. "You don't look like the type to be caught up in this shit."
She brought her hand up, running her fingers up his stomach to his chest, lifting her chin at the same pace before looking right into his eyes. "You don't like the way that I look, Tiggy?" She gave a subtle pout and lightly batted her eyelashes.
Tig flinched a little when she said his name for the first time. "Oh no, darlin'." His voice was full of exaggerated care as he shook his head and grasped her hand sincerely. "That ain't the case at all." His tone quickly became husky as he bit his lip and looked her up and down, humming in approval as he felt his body being drawn closer to hers under the tension in the air that could be cut with the knife strapped around his thigh.
"Well good, cause you're gonna be seein' a lot of me." She smirked, breaking the contact with a playful smile as she got into her car.
"I hope so." She heard his muttering as she shut her door.
"Thanks for making sure I got to my car safe. I'll see you tomorrow for that tour… Sergeant." She winked as she reversed out of her parking spot, leaving Tig standing speechless yet again.
Tig didn't know what had come over him. He hadn't chased pussy since he fell in love well over twenty years ago - he hadn't even truly loved the mother of his children. He was usually great with women - as his reputation stood - but he couldn't read her... She was different - not falling to his feet like he was used to. He had no idea who she was, but he felt a massive need to find out.
"Gonna nip that before it starts?" Gemma asked, not taking her eyes off of Tig from where she and Clay stood by the window in the TM office.
"Nah... Not yet." He shook his head as he watched his Sergeant walk back to the clubhouse in a haze that should've struck fear into his heart the same way that it did his wife, but her son had already done enough of that...
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Don't mind me playing up Happy's Latino background hardcore bc everyone likes to pretend that the man is white :/
Songs for this chapter
Horns - Bryce Fox
Paralyzer - Finger Eleven
Hurricane - Halsey