Clandestine

Chapter 3; "is it true?"

Nobody recognized her, she carried a sense of mystery with her as she walked side by side with Tig. Members of the club, a few women and customers stood around, watching her closely, and clueless. 

Thoughts, and devious thoughts were bubbling inside the raven haired woman head as she wandered over the lot in attempt to find Happy. She wore that signature she always had when she knew that she was about to cause some trouble, or just stirred the pot to receive a reaction out of men she'd never met.

"ah" she heard Tig huff, it seemed as tough he had found who they were looking for, but he was apparently busy. By that, she meant that two men were getting at it, fists flying and causing harm to one another, while other obvious members were watching; encouraging such violence. 

JD wasn't opposed to it, either. Quite the contrary, she somehow had gotten distracted by it. She was visibly shaking her head at it, these guys were going about it all wrong, getting hurt more than was necessary. But, then again they were men, who obviously didn't care about more than seeing mindless blood shed take place when it wasn't them. 

Groaning, she furrowed her brows, pushing the pair of sunglasses that sat on her nose up on her head. "Your gut, you idiot! He takes those lowblows because you're not protecting your core!' she shouted, immediately grasping everyones attention. "One over your gut, the other higher, take punches with the ones that aren't holding of other punches!" as she shouted, the man who she spoke to, listened to her. He took his opponent by surprise, knocking him out cold in several seconds. 

Eyes were still on JD, some had left but others just continued to stare, eventually Happy turned his body away from the fight, looking at her. His features lit up visibly, rushing towards her the moment he realized that it was indeed, her, he was looking at . Pressing her into a bone crushing hug before managing to get his words out. 

"God, girl, I hadn't even recognized you!" he shouted, causing her to flinch due to the closeness of his voice before rolling her eyes at him, returning the hug. 

"That happens when you don't speak to someone for six damn years!" her accent flowing as she spoke to him, clearly this was all said in a light hearted manner, pulling back form the hug as the continued closeness had began to make her shift uncomfortably, and Happy noticed. 

When they bodies parted, and they both had their personal space was back in tact. Both realized that there was more eyes on them than before, none of them had ever seen Happy get so excited to see some chick. Which made her laugh, audibly, because she knew. 

"Aye, the names JD." she said, waving as people continued to have they eyes on her. Some glances twisted with confusion and others simply looked to the person that stood closest to them. 

"Excuse me, but, who?" asked a man who looked to be older, grey hair a kutte on him, his patches read 'President' so she figured that this was the man in charge, and she shrugged, cocking a single brow. 

"Ah, I see." she muttered, feigning disappointment before shaking her head at her friends. "These two lugs had me come out here to help y'all out and they didn't even give you my actual name?" she asked, looking straight at the man, hoping he'd get it. 

He looked as if he was about to, one could see the gears in his head grinding, until some blonde man stepped up. Small amounts of facial hair sprinkled over his chin, and a hat covering a good bit of his blonde locks. "Wait, so... You're... Dragontungue? "  he asked with clear disbelief. 

JD grinned brightly, nodding a single time at him. Many others didn't seem to believe this. the stories they heard of the terror and chaos she had created, had them picture her so much differently. In reality, they expected a man. With disbelief still clear on so many faces, a man from the back stepped forward. He had longer brown hair, a full beard and a beanie covering his head. He thought that, if Happy and Tig knew this was her, he'd believe it too. Despite him having troubles picturing her being able to cause damage that resulted million dollars in reparations. He'd have to deal with that. Reaching his hand forward, respectfully introducing himself.