Out of the Blue

“Come on Juice, stop with the baby talk. Get to the point,” Jax insisted, displeased with Juice’s unnecessary blabber. Bobby stood next to him with his hands on his hips, taking a deep breath. Juice looked at them worriedly. He thought he may as well come out with it. “I lost my house keys,” he blurted out. Jax’s chin dropped. Bobby raised one eyebrow. “That’s it?” Bobby wondered, somewhat disappointed. “Yeah,” Juice answered instantly. “Wait, wait, wait. Hold up. So you just spent the last ten minutes, talking about random shit and the only reason is because you lost your house keys?” Jax checked. “Yeah,” Juice repeated, clasping his hands together. Bobby and Jax glanced at each other. They looked at each other and just shook their heads, beginning to chuckle to themselves. “Oh boy, you never change do you?” Bobby chuckled. Juice looked at the two men opposite them with a puzzled look. “Couldn’t you climb through a window?” Jax asked. Juice thought for a bit. “Ah shit,” he muttered to himself. “Are seriously saying to us that it, never, ever, occurred to you to climb through a window?” Bobby wondered. Juice didn’t answer and continued to stare at the ground. Jax and Bobby laughed. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “Don’t be sorry to us. You’re the one that just made an absolute idiot of yourself,” Jax joked, nudging Bobby. “I know. I know,” he mumbled. “Hey Jax, there’s a phone call for you,” Happy calls out from the club door. “Yeah coming,” Jax replies, still not believing what Juice had done. “Are you able to get a key by yourself?” he asked. “I’ll be right,” Juice nodded. “Good...Numbnuts,” Jax smiles, tapping Juice on the shoulder, making him jolt slightly forwards. Bobby just shook his head and turned around to continue filling out the paperwork for a car he had just fixed.  Jax walked off to join Happy. “Oi! Numbnuts get your ass in here too,” Happy called out to Juice. Juice rolled his eyes and ran in after them.

The club wasn’t the average place for a 17 year old girl from Sacramento. Courtney Alvaridi walked through the gates with nothing but her shoulder bag and curiosity. Wearing a camo green tank, dark blue skinny jeans, black converse and a black hoodie wrapped around her waist, she strode up the driveway looking around to see if there was anyone she could possibly speak to regarding her question. She found Bobby. “Excuse me sir,” she began, standing around six feet away from Bobby. Bobby turned around and looked at Courtney through the top of his glasses. He was shocked to see such a pretty, young lady at the club house. He thought she may be a family member or some sort of friend for one of the boys. Well, he was right on that part, but which of the boys – he would never have guessed. “How may I help you young lady?” he asked, taking his glasses off. “My name’s Courtney Alvaridi. I was hoping you could help me find someone,” she smiled. “Nice to meet you Courtney. I’m Bobby. Who would be lucky enough to have earned your presence?” he wondered, shaking her hand. “Um, I’m actually looking for my father,” she started, putting her hands in her back pockets. Bobby’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Who might that be?” “Uh, Happy Loman. I have the paperwork here,” she answered, pulling the birth certificate from her bag. Bobby stood there motionless. A look of surprise and confusion installed across his face. Happy? This girl said her father was Happy? Our Happy? Psycho freak Happy? Impossible! Bobby finally regained himself. “Uhhh, are you sure?” he asked, having a look at the paperwork. He read it carefully. “Oh shit,” he muttered upon reading Happy’s name. “Is he here? If not, do you know where I could find him?”  Courtney asked hopefully. “Aaah. Uh, just follow me for a second I need to...just follow me please,” he insisted, handing back the paper. Courtney followed willingly, walking through the garage and analysing all the car parts. She was mesmerised by the amount of Harley Davidsons as well. Bobby lead her into the office. “Would you like a drink or anything? Can I get you something to eat?” he asked. “No. I’m fine thank you,” she replied. “I’ll be back. Just sit tight,” he smiled, closing the door.

He took a deep breath. Happy has a daughter. Happy has a daughter. Oh shit. “Bobby!” Gemma snapped at him mid thought. “Yeah?” “Who’s that?” Gemma asked. “Well, you’re never gonna believe me,” he replied. “What? Bobby? Tell me?” Gemma insisted. Bobby gave in. “That...Gemma...is... Happy’s daughter,” Bobby explained. Gemma’s jaw dropped. “What?” she answered quickly. “I told you I’ll sound crazy,” Bobby muttered. “Are you sure?” she wondered. “Paperwork and all. She doesn’t look like him though, I know. And she’s not psycho,” Bobby added. Gemma subtly looked through the window. “No. I see a bit of Happy in her. Maybe not skin colour or eye colour but there’s something about her that is very Happy,” Gemma analysed. Bobby looked at her oddly. “It’s a mother thing. You should try it some time. Now go get Jax and Chibs. I’ll have a chat with her,” Gemma ordered. “Yes ma’am,” he replied, running off to get Jax.