Author's Note

I've had a few people ask me for a Happy-centric story, and it's my pleasure to oblige! I'm a little in the dark here, I don't tend to write Happy fic (although it's definitely edging into Children of the Sun), so please feel free to tell me what you do like, what you don't like, and I'll do my best to satisfy!

This is completely separate from my other fics. It's not really set in any particular season - Clay and Opie are still around, and Jax is head of the table. Season 5-ish, I suppose!

Usual disclaimers, I sadly don't own any of the SOA characters but the OC in this story, Hayley, is one of mine. Hope you enjoy!

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Happy cracked his knuckles as he watched a couple more punters traipse out of Diosa, looking far more rough around the edges than they had when they'd come in. Those girls, God they knew how to give the customers a good run for their money. Maybe it was the way they constantly supplied their dates with alcohol, keeping them pretty docile. Nero ran a classy joint, that was for sure, and with a Son or two on duty most nights, the guests were particularly well behaved. Nobody dared find out what the muscle was really there for.

"Think we're clearing up, babe."

He turned to see one of the more recent recruits wiping down the bar with a wet cloth. A pretty blonde, long waves tied in a neat pair of pigtails on either side of her face, she wasn't in the perfect escort costume the rest of the girls were in. Instead, she was clad in a little pair of dark, high-waisted shorts with suspenders over a chiffon cream blouse. Happy smiled a little as she looked away from him and he studied the red of her bra beneath her shirt.

"I'm on all night," he replied shortly. She shrugged as she tossed the cloth in the sink and pulled out a couple of beers, putting them on the bar. Happy nodded gratefully, accepting one as she slid it down the bar towards him.

"Me too." She flicked through the system on her computer. "But everyone's done, I'll be locking up after this one." She raised her bottle towards him and Happy did the same, taking a sip as he studied her. She laughed, rolling her eyes. "I can see you looking at me. Mirrored bar," she added, motioning to the glass behind the shelved bottles. Happy chuckled and raised his hands, not at all embarrassed at being caught.

"Just being grateful," he teased. She laughed at that and swung her hips playfully at him. Happy grunted as he took in the curves of her ass with an approving murmur. The barmaid ducked under the bar as she switched off the system and crossed to him, pulling up the barstool beside him and clinking her bottle against his.

"Hayley."

"Happy." His sullen expression didn't exactly convey it, but she nodded.

"Nero said. Said you were kinda freaky." Happy shrugged, he had been called worse.

"I guess so." He looked at the back of his hands, kind of awkward, unsure of how to make conversation with this girl. He wasn't really big on conversation, normally he'd just grab the one he wanted, fuck her senseless and leave her to stagger home. Being forced into a conversation was something he certainly wasn't used to. "What else did he say?"

Hayley bit at the cuticle on her thumb for a moment before taking another sip of her beer. "You really care?" Happy smirked, no, he didn't. "I like freaky, anyway. Better than boring, right? Like sex."

Happy stopped abruptly, putting his bottle down. What the hell was he meant to say to that? "Oh yeah?" Hayley grinned playfully and shrugged.

"Yeah, I mean, vanilla's great but I prefer something with a little more… taste."

God, she was too close. Happy could feel himself twitching, there was something about the way she was looking at him, alone, here in the bar. "What, like sprinkles and shit?" She snorted, the top of her beer foaming over as she blew some of it back into the neck in order to stop herself from spitting as she laughed out loud.

"More of the sprinkles, less of the other stuff," she laughed, hopping off the stool and going to grab her jacket from the peg. "But maybe we can talk about it another time, huh? I should get home. I'm back on at midday," she added, glancing at her watch. "Vacation cover and all that."

Happy rubbed his hand over his face, studying her as she reached up on her tiptoes to get her jacket. The length of her leg extended out, showing off her calves and the backs of her thighs, toned and muscular. He was sure her ass would have been just as tight. Every inch of her would be.

"You want a ride home?" he asked. When she looked at him, and their eyes connected, it was clear what the question meant. Hayley smiled and rubbed at the inner spot on her wrist where a little tattoo sat and she, hesitantly, shook her head.

"I don't think I should," she murmured. "Early start and everything."

"I'll run you back," Happy said, more assertively this time. He wasn't about to let her go home on her own at this time of night, even if she wouldn't let him in to do all of the things he craved he could to her. "You should have someone ride with you, three a.m. Dangerous town," he added. She laughed and nodded.

"I've been told you're the good guys." She motioned for him to follow her out, stopping to lock up before heading to her car. The lights of the battered-looking Impala flashed as she clicked her key fob and got in, rolling the window down in an instant to let the flood of heat from the car dissipate into the sticky night air. "I don't want you going out of your way, I'm just two blocks off Main."

"Me too," Happy replied. In truth, he was completely the opposite side of town, but if that deterred her from letting him follow her back, he wasn't about to admit it. "I'm right behind you."

Hayley nodded as he patted the top of her car and she led the way back to her place. Happy followed her at a suitable distance, the evening around him making him clammy across the top of his shoulders. He'd forgotten what it was like to not have some pretty little thing clawing all over him for his attention, Hayley was a nice surprise he'd never expected when he'd switched shifts with Tig for the night. He watched her driving, fixing her lipstick in the mirror as they stopped at a red light. He watched her reflection in the rearview as she rubbed her finger over her lip, smoothing out the colour before shifting gear to set off again.

It didn't take long to get back. She lived in one of those little one-up two-beds on Bedford Street, the stretch down toward the Chinese warehouses. Happy knew it all too well, he wished he didn't, it wasn't the best of neighbourhoods in Charming but he was kind of used to that. He watched as Hayley got out of her car before she crossed the grass bank towards him.

"I appreciate the… escort," she teased, a flirty smile playing on her lips. "Maybe I can return the favour some time."

Before Happy could answer, she pushed a little kiss onto his cheek and scarpered up the path towards the house. He breathed out heavily, not even realising he'd been holding on to his breath, and waited to see her inside, switching the lights on and drawing the curtains. Damn, he'd been sure she would have asked him in. Rubbing his hand against his crotch to ease his hard-on, he chuckled to himself. Just his luck.

"Another time, brother," he assured himself, patting his cock through his pants and taking his hand back up to the clutch of his Harley. "Another time."