She was 16 the first time she saw him.
Allie popped the bubble of gum in between her lips as she stared at the math homework on the surface of the bar. Classic rock played over the speakers in the clubhouse and the general chatter acted as nice background noise for Allie. She hadn't even noticed that church had ended for the men that flooded out of the room until a man sat down on the stool next to her. Even at 16, she knew that her rank in the club outweighed the meagre prospect patch on his kutte. The man didn't hide the fact that he was staring down her shirt, admiring the ample cleavage peeking out of the low cut shirt Callie was wearing.
"Beer" the man demanded in a deep, gruff voice that shocked Allie. She managed to steel her expression before the man glanced at her face. Allie didn't answer, simply raising a manicured brow in question at the prospects audacity. The man repeated himself, annoyance flitting over his features as the girl remained in her place.
"You think I'm a sweet butt? How cute" Allie chuckled, returning to her homework and ignoring the rude man. From the corner of her eye, Allie saw the man prepare to lash out at her before a heavy hand settled on his shoulder.
"I see you've met my sister" Donut smiled widely, oblivious to the tension between the two at the bar. Allie smirked at the prospect, her arms going around her older brother - and guardians - waist in a hug before she sat back.
"Not formally, I'm afraid he just sat down" Allie watched as Donut swatted the prospect on the back of the head.
"Introduce yourself, prospect" Donut ordered, his large arms crossing across his chest as he stared down at the man.
"Names Happy" he muttered, running his hand over where Donut had smacked him. Allie beamed at him, extending her hand to shake his although he hadn't offered his own.
"I'm Allie. You just get your prospect patch today?" She asked, shooting her brother a look that told him to go away. Donut obliged, moving across the clubhouse while keeping his eye on Happy. He didn't fully trust the prospects around his little sister. They didn't have the same fear that his fellow sons did, they still had the balls to try and push up on his baby sister.
She was 17 when she spoke to him next.
Happy hadn't spoken to Allie since the day he got his prospect kutte. Which just so happened to also be the day that Donut put the fear of god into him when it came to the skinny brunette who had captured Happy's interest. In fact, he had done everything in his power to avoid Allie.
Today, however, he couldn't ignore her.
It was Lorca's birthday and everyone was gathered in the Tacoma clubhouse; Sons, their families and friends of the club. They were all sat around, the tables filled as everyone ate a large home cooked dinner courtesy of the old ladies and Allie.
Happy was sat at a table in the corner with the other prospects when Callie approached the table with a bowl in her hands.
"You boys want the rest of this pasta?" She asked, showing them the bowl of macaroni salad. The other prospects beamed at her and accepted the heaping spoonfuls graciously. Happy simply ignored her, looking anywhere but at her. Allie laughed softly, leaning over so she could catch Happy's eyes.
"What about you, tough guy?" She smiled, gesturing to the bowl. Happy glowered at her, grunting before he relented and nodded.
"Yeah, sure"
"What do you say?" Allie teased, raising her brow expectantly.
"Please?" He spat out, sarcasm filling his voice. Callie bit her lip to hold back the laughter before dumping the rest of the pasta onto his plate.
