Happy Lowman Imagines

The Girl With The Crow Tattoo

Request: Imagine having a tattoo that resembles a crow design and the Sons think its one of theirs.
(I changed the placement of the tattoo for this one, I hope you don't mind.)
Also Ive had writers block and managed to get this trash out, Im sorry its short and not very good. don't hate meeeee
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Happy leant against the wall of the gas station and lifted his cigarette to his lips. He took a drag, letting the smoke fill his lungs while Kozik purchased some drinks inside.
They had been riding all morning, their destination Charming.
Clay had called last night asking them to come down and they had both been happy to oblige.
They were a few miles outside of Stockton when they had decided to stop at the gas station for a break.
Their bikes were parked to the side of the building and Kozik rounded the corner, two cans of red bull in his hands. He passed one to Happy and started to babble about a car they had passed on their travels.
Happy didn't take notice. He tilted his face towards the sun and closed his eyes, letting the warmth soak into his skin.
"Damn, thats the car!"
Happy opened his eyes and focused his gaze on the old 1966 Ford Mustang that rolled to a stop in front of the pumps.
He flicked his cigarette butt to the ground and crushed under his heel as he cracked open the can and lifted it to his lips, all the while never taking his eyes off the car.
Kozik let out a low whistle when a woman hopped out of the car.
She wore black jeans that hugged her thighs and a black tank top. Her long hair blew out behind her in the gentle breeze of the wind she lifted her sunglasses to rest on top of her head.
She was stunningly beautiful and oblivious to her audience as she opened the door to her gas tank and reached for the nozzle.
Kozik threw Happy a cheeky wink and grinned. "Cmon."
Happy followed him across the gravel and they both stopped next to the pumps.
"Need a hand?" Kozik asked.
She looked up and a slight frown crossed her features as she saw them both. Two handsome bikers leaning against the pumps, their eyes lingering on her curves.
"Y'all work here?" She asked.
Kozik chuckled and ran a hand through his blonde spiked hair.
"No, darlin, but we don't mind helping out a pretty lil thing like you."
She stared at him, a blank expression on her face before shifting her gaze to Happy.
He met her eye and watched as she studied him.
"I can pump my own gas." She said as she stuck the nozzle into the gas tank and squeezed the trigger, her eyes turning to the meter on the pump.
"You know, I've been feeling kinda of off today.."
Happy watched Kozik speak, knowing that this wasn't going to end well.
She turned back to the blonde and crossed her arms over her chest, which only seemed to accentuate her cleavage.
She raised an eyebrow in Koziks direction, waiting for him to continue.
"But you definitely turned me on." He grinned with a wink.
Her face never changed as she stared at him and she shifted her gaze back to Happy.
"Is he serious?"
A ghost of a smirk crossed Happys lip and he nodded. "Sadly."
She wasn't expecting the gravelly rasp of his voice and although he only spoke one word she was intrigued by the dark stranger.
She smiled and turned back to the nozzle and lifted it away from her car and placed it back on the hook.
Kozik let out a sigh of defeat and they both watched as she reached into her car to grab her wallet.
As she reached her tank slid up, revealing a large crow tattoo on her back.
"Shit." Kozik frowned and she straightened, pulling her tank back down.
The expressions on both their faces had changed and they both eyed her curiously.
"What?"
They both exchanged a look and Happy looked away and lifted a toothpick between his lips.
Kozik shook his head. "Sorry sweetheart, I didn't realise."
This only seemed to confuse her more and he continued.
"I didn't know you were an old lady."
"Excuse me?!"
The shift in her tone of voice brought back Happys attention and he watched the expression on her features change from shock to anger.
"How old do you think I am?!" She demanded, her hands on her hips.
Happy rolled his toothpick across his lips as Kozik shook his head.
"Your tattoo," He said, as some sort of explanation to his insult. "I didn't know you were taken. Who's are you?"
"What?" Her brows furrowed together in pure confusion and this time Kozik rolled his eyes.
"Which one? Chibs? Tig? Juice?"
She stared at him and then looked at Happy, her face blank.
"Is he having a stroke?"
This time Happy smirked and he pulled his toothpick away from his mouth.
"Your tattoo."
"What about it? Its a bird."
"Its a crow." Kozik stated.
"Good spotting, Champ."
Happy smirked again while a brush crept up Koziks neck and she turned back to Happy for further explanation.
"Crows are what some of our club use to show that a woman is theirs."
She nodded in understanding. "Well Im not anybody's. Its just a tattoo, its not even finished yet."
Kozik perked up at there realisation that she was single but before he could bombard her with another pick up line she lifted a finger.
"Dont even start." She said to him and turned her back as she headed in to the gas station to pay.
When she returned she found that Kozik had left, but Happy was still leaning against her car.
She met his gaze as she approached and he watched her closely.
"Whats your name?" He asked.
She smiled. "(Y/N)."
"Happy. Ican finish it." He said, his voice low and he pointed towards her back. "I do tattoos."
She studied his features closely and nodded.
"Give me your phone."
He passed her his burner and she scoffed as she turned over the flip top in her hands.
"What are you, a drug dealer?" She passed him her phone and he added himself to her contacts.
He smirked at her words and watched as she entered her phone number into the phone and passed it back to him.
"Call me when your free." She smiled up at him and Happy stepped towards her, closing the gap between them.
He lifted his hand carefully and cupped her cheek before pressing his lips to her forehead.
It was over before she could register what was happening and she bit her lip as she watched him walk back to his bike.
She slid into her car and shut the door and gripped the wheel, knowing that she would be calling him tonight, and it wouldn't be to finish the tattoo.