Happy Lowman Imagines

Wrong Number

You arrived in Charming like a storm.
Chaos followed you everywhere you went. You were young, single, and you liked to live, never staying in one town for more than a few months. Your body was filled with tattooes, mostly from drunken nights. Some had meaning, but most of them were spur of the moment. You didn't regret any of them, hell you didn't regret anything.
Life was a story, and you wanted to make sure every page was worth reading.
You did what you wanted, got what you wanted, never caring about the aftermath.
You didn't have anything holding you down, and anytime times got hard, or lonely, or you messed up badly, you would rise from the ashes and move on to another town.
You'd come to Charming knowing you had an old friend here.
Julian was your best friend in high schools brother, and you'd always been close before you left home. There was nothing romantic between the two of you, you just got on well, him being almost as wild as you.
You were meeting him at a local bar that night and you strode through the doors oozing confidence with every step.
"(Y/n)!" Julian shouted as he saw you, lifting you in his arms and spinning you around. You tilted your head back and laughed, your hair falling down your back.
"Hey Juju!" You laughed. "Long time no see!"
"Your telling me!" He smiled at you, placing you back on the floor.
He swung his arm over your shoulder and you sat at the bar together.
You ordered six shots of tequila and sat on a stool.
"I don't drink tequila." Julian told you as the bartender prepared your drinks.
"Who said they were for you?" You smirked at him, lifting a shot, and pouring it down your throat.
He laughed and shook his head.
"You haven't changed."
You winked at him as you downed another, then downed all of them and ordered another six.
The two of you talked for hours, laughing together at the bar as you got drunk.
It was after midnight when a man approached and sat down next to you.
You turned towards him and raised an eyebrow.
He was good looking, short brown hair, gentle face and he had tattoos on his neck. You had a weakness for tattooed men. The more the better.
"You gonna buy me a drink or just stare at me?" You asked, looking at him through your long lashes.
He smirked and called over the bartender.
It was easy for you, flirting with strangers.
Maybe it was the tequila, maybe it was your body, maybe it was the way confidence radiates from you. Guys were drawn to you, they always had been, and you loved it.
You were a man eater, getting what you needed from them and throwing them aside. You'd never had a boyfriend, and you'd never wanted one. You didn't want to be tied down.
You flirted with him for a while, and eventually ended up going home with him. His name was Damian Smith or something, you couldn't exactly remember his last name and you didn't care to ask again.
The sex was good, it always was with you. You knew what you were doing. He gave you his number and you left in the morning, walking back to your hotel.
It wasn't a walk of shame, it never was.
You walked proudly, holding your head high and carefree.
♔
A week had passed since your first night in Charming. You'd spent most of the week getting drunk at different bars, sleeping with different men and waking up with hangovers. You loved your life, no one could judge you for the way you lived, because you had no shame in it.
You were sitting in your hotel room, smoking a joint as you nursed your throbbing head.
Tequila always gave you hangovers but you loved it anyway, loved the way it burned down your throat, loved the taste.
You spent the morning lounging around the room, getting high and watching tv.
It was mid afternoon when you decided to text Damian, the guy from your first night.
You normally didn't hook up with the same guy twice, but you were horny and he was cute.
You rummaged through your bag and found the napkin he had written his number on.
You were about to dial it when you got an idea. You smirked as you stripped down into just your panties, grabbing your phone and switching it to camera.
♔

Happy sat around the bar with his club, drinking beers and smoking after a long day.
He smirked as his brothers talked, they were teasing the new prospect and Happy was loving it.
He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and he grabbed it out.
Unknown Number.
He frowned slightly and opened the message, his jaw clenching as he looked at the image on his screen.
The photo was of a girl, wearing nothing but her panties, one hand covering her bare breasts and biting her lips. The only message with the picture was just a simple '😉'.
Happy felt his jeans suddenly become tighter as he looked over the picture.
He didn't know who she was, but damn was she sexy.
Happy had slept with a lot of women but he was sure he would remember sleeping with this one. He studied the photo, looking at her face and her body and still didn't know her. But he wanted to.
He rolled a toothpick between his lips, contemplating his next move when another message came through.
Happy twirled the toothpick as he opened it and saw another photo.
This time the girl laid on the bed, on her side, showing her perfectly rounded ass in red lacy panties. Her hand cupped her breast and Happy felt his pants grow tighter as he studied the photo, looking at her tattooes and her perfect curves. The message with it read 'Round two? '
" Daamn  brother, who is that?!" Tig asked, looking over his shoulder.
Happy shook his head, not taking his eyes off the girl.
"I don't know." He said. "I've never met her."
"You sign up to some seedy site Hap?" Juice asked mockingly, peering at the photo too.
Happy snapped his head up and shoved the phone into his pocket before he stormed to his dorm room, as Tig and Juice laughed at him.
He sat on his bed and pulled his phone out again, staring at the photos before typing a message.