Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Patch over: Chapter 3

Pixie walked into the main clubhouse room and found the guys sat around the bar discussing plans. Happy was sat at the bar drinking a beer, he looked like he was caught up in his own thoughts and was frowning. Jax was sat next to him, studying a map with Bobby. Pixie grinned to herself and decided to try something out. She walked over to Happy, putting her hands on his shoulders and leaning over so he could see her face.

"If you're happy and you know it clap your hands!" Pixie sang.

Jax almost choked on his soda and looked up to see Pixie grinning at Happy. Happy was glaring at her and Jax prepared himself to haul Pixie's ass to safety should Happy blow his top. Happy put his beer down, sighed, and clapped twice. Pixie burst out laughing, sending the others into chuckles as they watched Happy roll his eyes and smile, playfully pulling Pixie into a loose headlock and ruffling her hair.

"Can't believe you just did that." Jax chuckled.

"Just wanted to make Happy smile, he doesn't do it often."

"For a guy named 'Happy', he is pretty grumpy." Tig quipped.

Happy gave him the middle finger and stood up. "For a guy named 'Alexander' you're not exactly great."

Shouts of 'ooooh' came from the rest of the Sons as they waited to see how Tig would respond.

Tig chuckled and nodded. "Ooh, caveman's using his words!"

"Yeah, here's another two, 'fuck you'." Happy grinned.

"Sorry, but you're not my type, Hap." Tig laughed.

Happy scoffed. "You sure you even have type? Last time I checked you'd go for anything with two legs."

"It's down to one and a half now." Juice put in from the corner.

"Juice!" Pixie squealed laughing, the others burst into cheers and laughter at Juice's comment and watched as Pixie chased him around the pool tables.

"I was kidding!" Juice laughing hard as he dodged Pixie and ran to the other side of the pool table.

"You're still a little shit!" Pixie giggled back. They ran to the sofas and Juice ran behind one of them to stay one step ahead of Pixie.

"Take it outside, kids." Clay barked from his seat at the bar. "Before you wreck the place."

"But this is so entertaining to watch, place your bets on who's gonna win." Bobby spoke up.

Jax and Tig looked at each other and then back at Bobby. "Pixie." They said together.

"Hey, don't sell me short!" Juice chuckled. He opened his mouth to continue protesting when Pixie smacked him full force with a brown cushion that had been sitting on the couch. He staggered and ducked. "Okay! I surrender!" He said laughing.

"Yay! I win." She cheered. "Let's go help Half-Sack clean up the yard before Clay shoots us." Pixie suggested. "Mind you, he'll probably miss." Pixie said turning to smirk at Clay, the Sons laughed at Pixie's quip.

"Get outta here before I test that theory." Clay growled, though Pixie picked up on the light tone in his voice. She stuck her tongue out at him and disappeared out the door with Juice in hot pursuit. They found Half-Sack fiddling around with the hose trying to figure out how to connect it to the outdoor tap. The pair helped him about and they all began washing the blood off of the floor. 

Once they were done, they went back inside as Bobby and Jax prepared for their journey to Nevada. Bobby dropped his map as he pulled on his kutte and Pixie grabbed it for him.

"Thanks, kiddo."

"Are you guys gonna be okay on the road?" Pixie asked.

"Yeah, course. It's just a friendly visit." Jax shrugged.