Sons of Anarchy Imagines

If? When. - Happy

Description: A girl with a history with Happy shows up at a party where they're having a fight tournament.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked as I answered the phone.

"What are you doing?" my best friends voice came through the phone.

"Getting ready to go to a party. I got an invite to the Sons clubhouse," I said.

"You say that like you don't have a standing invite," she said. "But I'm single for the moment. I think at least."

"What?" I asked as I touched up my lipstick.

"I don't know. We just need a break. The distance thing is killing us both," she said. "But hey I don't know if it's gonna last or what the deal is."

"You're secret is safe, but be here in 20 and you can go with," I said.

"I'm outside already," she said.

"Get in here, my lord," I said. I hung up and she let herself in. We got ready for the party and headed out. Luckily I live close to the clubhouse.

"Can I help you two pretty ladies?" One of the hang arounds asked.

"Fuck off," I said. We headed over to the bar and I got the prospect Miles to get us shots.

"Maybe take it slow," I said.

"Nope," she said. "Another."

Miles got her the drink.

I waved him closer to me. "Hey, don't give her more than four. She wants more than that give her water."

He nodded. I got a beer and went back outside. She would be fine. I sat down on a picnic table and watched the ring. Tig and Happy were fighting. Happy and I had a thing going. We hadn't put a label on it yet.

I watched the ring for a while, cheering loudly as Happy was declared victor. He looked over at me and smirked.

He grabbed his shirt and walked over to me.

"Lil mama," he said. I smiled a bit.

"To what do I owe the pleasure Happy Lowman?" I asked.

He smirked in response. I would die for this man when he smirked at me.

"It's tournament night. Single Elimination. Gonna watch my next fight?"

"As long as you're winning," I said. "Ought to be enough motivation."

He nodded and took my beer.

"If you want one I'm happy-." He shook his head and sat down on the bench between my feet and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. "This okay?"

He leaned back against me. I smiled down at him. "Will you do some more ink for me?"

He glared at me a little. I raised one brow in response.

"Thank you," I said with a smile. He leaned up and kissed my lips. I smiled a bit.

"You get hotter when you're nervous."

I blushed bright red. Happy was being summoned for his next match so he handed his shirt and rings to me.

"Good luck," I said. He just nodded once.

He won his next two matches. It was just him and Jax in the final match.

"If you win," I said.

"If?"

"When," I said.

"When I win."

I smiled at his confidence. I kissed his cheek once. "Kick his sorry little prince ass."

He nodded and leaned in closer. "I will. Then I'm gonna fuck my little princess."

I felt my cheeks blush bright red as he jumped back in to the ring.

I glanced around and sure enough my best friend had a hang arounds tongue down her throat. So much for maybe single for maybe a week.

I looked up at the fight and Happy was wailing on Jax.

It wasn't long before Happy won and came down from the ring.

"You get hotter every fight."

"Let's go," he said. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. The cheering caused me to blush as I hid from the crowd by burying my face in his shoulder.