A/N: So as mentioned in my other fic, I have decided to try something and write a Happy/oc, I worked really hard on this chapter so I hope you all enjoy it. This story may not be updated as regularly as 'Salvation' but I will try my hardest to get something regular going. Please read and Review; can't wait for your comments and feedback as usual.
Chapter 1
"Go on, get out of here" Happy Lowman pushed the platinum blonde out of his bed and rolled over to grab a packet of cigarettes from his bedside table. Without a single word the girl picked up her discarded miniskirt and left the door room, knowing she wouldn't be getting anything more from him. Happy sat back against the headboard, taking a deep drag from his cigarette and enjoying the high he was feeling. His body was still buzzing from the amount of alcohol he had consumed at the party.
Looking around his dorm room Happy smiled to himself, the club house had been returned to its former glory after it was destroyed so in true son's fashion they had consumed enough whiskey to knock out a small village and had their way with a crow eater or two. What was her name? Ruby? Rosy? Happy didn't care, lying in his bed he felt very satisfied with himself. That was until one the door slammed open and in stumbled a still very drunk and topless Tig Trager.
"The fuck? This is definitely not my bedroom! Apologies Hap!" Catching sight of the murderous look on his brother's face Tig back peddled towards the door.
"Holy shit! Who is that?!" Spotting a slightly faded Polaroid tacked up on the mirror, Tig grabbed it and sat down on the bed staring at the picture. A girl with the wide chocolate coloured eyes and chestnut brown hair started back at him. She was hanging upside down on a faded white sofa wearing a tank top and shorts that showed off her tattoo covered arms and legs with the biggest smile on her face.
Happy took another drag on his cigarette before sighing as if he couldn't quite believe Tig was stupid enough to still be sat in front of him. He leaned over to look at the Polaroid and instantly the glare in his eyes softened and the scowl was replaced with sadness.
"Stas."
Happy leaned over and plucked the photo from Tigs hand and sat back against the headboard once more, his own dark eyes locking onto the girl in the photo; he could still remember the day he took the damn thing. When Tig shifted slightly Hap debated for a moment telling him to fuck off but then decided against it. Maybe it was because he knew Tig wouldn't remember in the morning or maybe it was because the alcohol had loosened his lips a little.
"Anastasiya Nikolina. I loved her Tigger." Tig Trager stared at the Tacoma killer in complete bewilderment and sat up a little straighter, he couldn't believe this. The man notorious for fucking women and then kicking them out without a second thought had actually loved a girl. Tig didn't say anything, curious to see if Hap continued with his story.
"She was my Bulgarian beauty.
September 2004 – Tacoma, Washington
The bar was incredibly quiet even for a Monday night but Happy didn't mind, with only a few regulars milling around it gave him the every opportunity to undress the 5"4 barmaid with his eyes who was dancing about behind the bar.
"Here ya go handsome, another for ya" She slammed down another tumbler in front of him and flashed him a smile that some people might even consider dangerous
"What the hell is this?" He rasped and picked up the glass eyeing the amber liquid suspiciously before looking back to the girl leaning across the bar in front of him
"What you don't know can't hurt you." She smiled and waltzed away to pour other drink for a customer sitting down the other end of the bar. Happy's expression turned sour suddenly feeling very jealous of whoever it was that had her undivided attention.
A few hours later and Happy was the only one left in the bar, still taking every single lethal mixture this girl handed him and watching her every move thinking about what he would do to her if they were alone in his dorm room back at the Tacoma club house.
"So does the little girl mixing my drinks have a name to go with her pretty face?" Happy slammed down the tumbler on the bar only for the brunette to laugh, a deep throaty laugh.
"Does that line always work for you?" She asked as she scrubbed down the bar at the opposite end.
"Haven't used it before." Happy admitted gruffly and almost smirked to himself thinking about the sweet butts who usually threw themselves at the sons, none of them ever really used pick up lines unless they were in the mood for a challenge at one of the local bars and even then, to say it was a challenge was a bit of an understatement. But something told Happy this girl would stamp all over any corny pick up lines in high heeled boots.
"Well aren't I the lucky one" she smiled and placed another glass of golden liquid down in front of him, this time he didn't hesitate as he lifted the glass to his lips.
"So how'd you end up here then?" Another little chuckle erupted from her lips
"You really wanna hear my life story huh?" when she caught Happy staring at her intently she shrugged.
"Okay then; I was born in Bulgaria, I had a younger sister who was three years younger than me, we lived with my parents in a cottage at the edge of the city until the day a man passing through the town followed my parents home from the grocery store and murdered my entire family whilst I was at school." Without missing a beat the girl started stacking shot glasses neatly either side of her spirits lined up on the back counter. "So then I was fostered by a seemingly nice couple who liked the state money more than they liked having me around. So I high tailed out of there and spent a few months living it rough until I managed to hitch a lift across Europe. Reached the states just before my twenty first birthday. Been working in bars ever since. Easy money "she smiled at him and picked up his glass swilling it out before refilling it again.
"That's a heck of a story."
"I know right. Maybe I'll write a book one day." She laughed softly and put the drink down in front of him. They talked for a while longer whilst the girl wiped down the bar and restocked various fridges. She told him she was just passing through Washington, stopping somewhere to make some more money before she moved on to somewhere better with the intent of opening her own bar one day and he told he was a mechanic and a part of a motorcycle gang with a love for Harleys. At that the girl's eyes lit up and for a while they discussed bikes. Happy couldn't help but admit he was impressed with her knowledge on bikes. Sometimes the sweet butts pretended to know a bit about bikes to try and impress the sons but they almost always slipped up and embarrassed themselves.
"Last round and I'm cutting you off." Happy caught her wrist just as another glass was set down and smiled, for a brief moment she thought he was going to argue with him until he caught sight of the world map tattooed up her forearm. A few of the continents filled with intricate Aztec patterns
"This is cool, perfectly done, not too deep." He murmured more to himself as he inspected the lines. "Not finished though."
She smirked. "Not yet; Every time I visit a new country, it gets filled in on the map." She looked down at her forearm almost fondly.
"Nice. Got any more ink?" There was that laugh again as she pushed down the neckline of her top to reveal more tattoos covering her shoulders and the top of her arms. They talked tattoos for a while more until she looked around the empty bar, satisfied with her work.
"That's me done here for tonight." Happy sighed and got up taking his cue to leave
"You know if you wanted something to soak up all that alcohol, there's a great little late night cafe down the road that does some killer coffee and heavenly bacon sandwiches?"
Happy looked at her, a small smile tugging at his lips and nodded; the thought of bacon had him salivating
"Okay, let's go then. By the way; my name is Anastasiya, but you can call me Stas."
"So what happened to her brother?" Tig asked and Happy shrugged, the thoughtful look on his face disappearing.
"She broke my heart and went to travel Thailand I think"
Tig nodded and gets up to leave knowing he's overstayed his welcome. Happy stared into the eyes of the girl in the photo for a while longer as he finished yet another cigarette before flicking the butt in his ashtray and closing his eyes and drifting to sleep.
SOASOASOASOA
"Now? Really?!" on the outskirts of town a slender, dark haired girl slammed down the hood of her yellow 1969 Buick Skylark convertible, judging by the amount of steam coming out from under the hood, she had a cracked radiator. Pulling out her cell phone the girl quickly tapped through to the operator.
"Hi could you connect me to an auto-repair shop please? I've broken down by the welcome to charming sign." The operator, who was friendly enough, found the nearest shop and quickly dialled her through.
"Teller-Morrow Auto Repair, Gemma speaking." An older female voice came on as the dial tone stopped.
"Hi there, I wonder if you can help; I've broken down on the edge of town near the welcome to charming sign. Is there any chance of getting a tow?"
"sure thing Hon, someone will be with you shortly" She thanked the woman at the other end of the line before hanging up and sitting on the hood of her car, deciding there was nothing better for her to do than smoke and flick through the never ending emails on her hone she still hadn't responded to .
"Well I guess that's her up there" Tig nodded to the parker car up ahead only for Chibs to roll his eyes
"Aye well no shit Sherlock!" They past the girl who by now was sunbathing on the hood of her car and pulled up behind her
"Hi lass, heard you needed a tow?" Chibs called out as they jumped out the car, the brunette sat up at the sound of his voice and smiled over her shoulder.
"Oh thank god, I'm almost out of smokes!" she laughed and grabbed her purse out the car.
"Looks like we came to your rescue just in time! I'm Chibs and that's—"The scot was cut off
"I'm Tig" he lowered his shades and stared at the brunette who looked incredibly familiar to him.
"Alexandria Konstantinova. Bit of a mouthful though so call me Lexi." Chibs smiled at the young girl and nodded.
"Well Lass, your chariot awaits." He gestured to the Teller-Morrow tow truck and grinned.
"So you new to town then Lexi? Don't think I've seen you around before?" Tig asked as they slammed the doors shut and set off back towards Charming. She smiled and nodded, taking a cigarette from the packet as Tig offered her one before sparking up his own
"Yeah, moved to the area a couple of days ago, just checking this place out, looking for somewhere new to open a bar." She explained and Chibs chortled
"About bloody time, could always do with more bars around here," He smirked already thinking this girl would hopefully go looking for protection if she stuck around. "So where you originally from Lass? Can't quite place your accent."
"Sofia." Lexi laughed at the blank looks on their faces. "Bulgaria."
Tig frowned and as she flicked the ash from her cigarette out the pen window he couldn't help but notice the world map tattooed on her forearm, with some kind of pattern running through a few of the different countries.