Lowmans baby

Chapter six

"Come on my favourite ice cream will be gone by the time we get there" Juice whined as he knocked at the door for me to hurry up, I applied a layer of gloss to my lips then turned around and opened the door for Juice. "I highly doubt they'd run out of ice cream juice" I giggled at him while I stepped into the hallway and shutting the door behind me.
"Well I don't know I guess we could find that out if we go, come on!" Juice yelled I rolled my eyes at his childish behaviour and followed him to the parking lot. "Here" he said and threw a helmet into my arms "oh no we're taking my car" I spoke up "nope now come on" he said and patted the seat. I knew that it was pointless to argue with him so I huffed and sat down and wrapped my arms around his waist as we sped off.

We got to the ice cream shop, it wasn't big but it was cute, some tables and bright pastel colours covered the walls and room. Juice walked to the counter me following behind him "uh I'll get two scoops of vanilla in a bowl and" he paused and turned to me "just two scoops of chocolate in a cone for me" I said to the man behind the counter. The man nodded as Juice put a ten dollar bill on the counter as the man walked away to get our order.

I turned over to him "you honestly thought that they would run out of vanilla ice cream?" I smirked and raised an eye brow "well yeah it's very popular" he fought I just laughed at him. The elderly man gave us our ice cream  and juice grabbed us a table and sat down. We ate in silence mostly with a little bit of conversation every now and then, but we both hate small talk so we avoided it for the most part.

"So you sent Happy into a shock today" Juice said still staring down at his ice cream as he scraped the sides of the bowl with his spoon "what do you mean?" I asked him "well what you said to him before walking off" he paused before speaking again in a high pitched voice "then don't" he mocked my voice as I chuckled at him.

"Why would that surprise him?" I asked while still laughing "well no one has ever said something that smart-ass or the Tacoma killer" juice replied. I raised an eyebrow "Tacoma killer? What's that mean?" I asked, juice looked around then leaned closer to me on the table "he's a hitman Talia" he whispered all I replied with was an 'oh'. Juice finished his ice cream while I was still licking my cone "sorry I'm a slow eater" I laughed "it's fine we can wait" he said "oh no let's go" I said and got up and walked outside.

"Just drive slow, I wanna keep my ice cream" I said as Juice started up his bike.

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We arrived at the club house with my ice cream still attached to the cone surprisingly, we walked inside with many people sitting around the bar top and chatting. Me and Juice soon joined in on the conversations and Juice introduced me to the rest of his club members and some other Nomads that were there. I kept feeling like I was being watched but I just tried to ignore it and continued to talk, Clay interrupted everyone by saying in a loud and booming voice "alright everyone to church" everyone stood up except for me and a couple others as they headed into the small room and closed the doors.

I sat at the bar top still licking my ice cream as Half Sack was across from me but I could still feel like I was being watched. "You want something before I leave?" Half Sack asked "nope I'm good" I replied and stared at my ice cream as I watched Half Sack disappear from my view and the room just felt still. The room was sill for a while actually until I heard a stool beside me squeak as a man sat down. I didn't make direct I contact with him but I knew who he was by just the way his arms and hands looked as they were placed on the counter.

Happy.

I heard him grumble as he sipped a beer and stared blankly at the wall, I sighed "are you gonna say anything, or will it just be dull silence for a while" I asked while staring at the wall with him, he shrugged "haven't decided yet" he said in his usual low voice. I licked my cone again "well I don't like to stay near people that I can't tolerate for long periods of time, so if you wanna talk you better do it now" I spoke up.

He turned his head to me sharply "you're making me look like a goddamn fool girly so stop" he spat "I'm not doing anything it's you that are making a fool out of yourself" I said back to him. "If I'm bothering you so much why don't you just leave me alone" I said and stood up still looking at him "fine!" He yelled at me "fine!" I yelled back louder. With one swift movement I took the cone that I had aggressively clenched in my hand and swung it at Happy until it hit his neck and trickled down.

Before I could hear him yell or scream I stormed off to the room I was staying in a and slammed it shut then plopped myself onto my bed, I could practically feel the steam coming out of my ears with how angry I was. I felt like screaming, yelling at the top of my lungs in fact, but why did I even care? Maybe cause of the fact that I have a tendency to always want to win or because I have a terrible temper. Or possibly because I didn't mind our childish rivalry against one another, and maybe he felt the same.

After a four hour long nap (which was supposed to be two) and some deep breathing I was calm and felt I could stand people again. I got up to reach the bar area where my brother and the rest of the club were gathered around, I walked over and sat beside the man that I found out who was Chibs "lassie you need a beer?" He chuckled to me in his thick accent "no thanks I'm going for a jog later so I probably shouldn't" I laughed as he shrugged and said "suit yourself" as he took another drink of his beer.
As I looked around I noticed nobody from the Tacoma's or Happy.

Where'd he go, but why do I care