"I don't mind living in a man's world, as long as I can be a woman in it."
A hopeful new member with an affiliation to a neighbouring charter shows up in Charming, looking to get in with the infamous Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club. The only problem...
A new day brings second chances in Charming, chances to redeem, and chances to redo - chances that Tig can only hope for as he prepares to finally make his return home, and win Sydney back.
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Happy stomped out of the clubhouse and fired up his Dyna with a hardened expression after Sydney had stormed out of his bed, the frustration having him forgoing his usually essential shower - especially before a long ride. Even though he worried about leaving her alone after seeing what she had been doing to occupy herself, he hoped that the timing of his departure for the weekly Glock run up to Tacoma would push her to seek out Cherry for the answers that he couldn't seem to make himself give her. He did, however, have a backup plan to cheer her up in case she decided to continue to be as stubborn as he knew that she could be, which helped to ease his guilt about leaving when she needed him the most.
He had just lifted his kickstand when he heard another bike, looking up to see Jax pulling back into the lot after apparently having left at some point in the few hours since the incident. He felt his face turning to a scowl as his grip tightened around the handlebars, kicking the metal stand back down as he cut the engine and removed his helmet as the VP approached.
Jax parked his bike quickly when he noticed the Nomad lingering. "Hey, man." He nodded. "How's Syd doing?" He asked as he removed his own helmet, acting as if he hadn't waited until she had stormed out of the clubhouse to get himself to his house to shower off the blunder of a night before Happy could catch him off guard with his questions so early in the morning.
"Sad." Happy nodded.
"Yeah, I figured." He grimaced. "That's gonna take a bit to get over, especially when Tig gets back... You know how he is." He rubbed the back of his neck.
"Yeah. It's a good thing you were there last night, someone else might've tried to take advantage of her." Happy pursed his lips.
Jax searched the bald man's face for any indicator that he was testing him, but the infamously stoic stature of the Tacoma Killer gave away nothing. "Yeah, me too..." He nodded cautiously. "You don't have to worry about her here, man... We care about her."
"I hope so." Happy nodded. "Cause if I found out anyone tried to hurt her? It would be a lot worse than what I did to Tig."
"What'd you do to Tig?" Jax scowled. This was news to him...
Happy let the devious smirk on his lips serve as an answer as he restarted his engine and took off out of the lot. He might've been a ruthless man, but he was a ruthless man who believed in loyalty and respect. He wasn't going to challenge a superior without a damn good reason, and the damn good reason that he had, wanted no part in causing a scene - but that didn't mean that he wasn't going to remind the younger man that he'd never been caught for the dozens of hits that he'd carried out over the years.
