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Loud music can be heard coming from the Motorcycle Clubhouse out in Charming, CA. In it, is a bunch of scantily dressed Crow-eaters waiting for the chance to spend time with a SONs and rowdy bikers who are just getting started. As the sun starts tucking into the horizon, a black 1973 Plymouth Barracuda creeps in around the corner outside of the clubhouse making sure there was no one loitering around, the car quickly pulls onto a clear parking spot after finding the coast clear.
Shutting off her car, Cassandra pulls down the visor to quickly glance over her maroon matte lipstick on the mirror and after deeming it perfect, she lightly tussles her hair to give her more volume, making sure her long curls didn't get knotted on the 2.5 hour drive from Bakersfield. Before fully getting out the car, she decides to gives him one more chance to answer her phone call, her call quickly gets denied, so with that in mind, she pops her trunk open, in it is her favorite heavy metal bat that she loves to use on assholes who gets a little too close for comfort either during a road rage episode or during a job. Sure, she always keeps a gun on the driver door as well as one hidden in the backseat, but in this case those measures wouldn't be necessary.. yet.
Pulling out her bat, she quietly closes the trunk and makes her way up towards the metal gates. Her adrenaline starts to pick up when she realizes the thrill she always seeks is slowly creeping up her back, a grin starts to form on her lips when she notices the lot empty, except for a few straggler who can be seen making out in secluded corners. Under the lowlight, she can see the the rows upon rows of shiny well-kept motorcycle confirming her suspicion of a party going down. Slowly she starts walking down the line tapping the bat on the palm of you hand until she finds the familiar Black Harley Dyna that belongs to none other than Happy Lowman.
While Cassandra was walking down the row of motorcycle, she didn't notice a pair of eyes following her every move as soon as she stepped foot into the lot. That was until she zoned in on Happy's Dyna did she notices from the corner of her eye, who she assumed to be the Queen matriarch quickly make her way inside the clubhouse. Another grin grows on her face
"show time." she whispers to herself.
Inside the Clubhouse, all the drinks were flowing and the air was so hazy from the greens and tobacco smoke mingling in the air. Happy and Jax can be found playing a game of pool in the corner with a flock of sweetbutts waiting for the game to end to crowd over both men. While Tig, Chibs and Juice each had a sweetbutt sitting on their lap trying their best to keep the men entertained but failing since the men were still chatting animatedly and taking shots after shots. Even though the music was blaring, you can still hear the distinct clicks of heels who can only belong to Gemma as she navigates her way from the front doors.
Gemma quickly scans the clubhouse, its packed more than usual due to the Arizona Charter coming to visit after a quick transporting job. Finding the Men she needed, she quickly makes her way towards Jax and Happy. Standing tall once she made it over, She pops a hip and crosses her arm, not yet speaking up until Jax looks up at her with his infamous smirk with a question in his eyes but before he can speak up, Gemma decides to drop a quick bomb catching the attention of the entire charter.
"Hey, there's a brown long haired tart outside with a bat that is messing with Happy's Bike"
After Gemma's announcement, there was a beat of silence that washed over the entire club but Just as suddenly it quieted down it seems like their alcohol riddled brain finally caught up to them and they all quickly start running and making their way towards the front door to see who was brave enough to fuck with the Tacoma Killer's bike.
During the entire commotion, without moving to follow the crowd, Gemma watches Happy. A vein pops up on his forehead and his grip on the cue stick tightened with anger, turning his knuckle white after hearing the slight description of the woman that Gemma provided, knowing exactly who it was without needing a confirmation. As the clubhouse quickly empties Gemma speaks up and says "oh, so she's not a stranger than"
"what makes you say that?" Happy's rough voice, questions.
"Had I not provided a description, you'd have been the first person out the door." Gemma counters, smirking at Happy.
"OH SHIT MAN! SHE'S PUTTIN IN WORK ON YOUR BIKE!" Tig hollers inside the clubhouse toward Happy and disappearing out the door, just as quickly.
Whooping and hollers can be heard from outside, as Happy tosses the cue stick on the pool table forcefully and quickly making his way towards the doors with Gemma following quickly behind.
After making his way towards the front, he's suddenly in clear view of the Tiny woman with long hair beating the fuck out of his ride leaving nasty dents after each swing.
"Cassandra, what the fuck are you doing here" Happy's gravely voice finally reaching her ears, stopping as she was about to swing a home run towards his front tire.
Her Hazel eyes snaps quickly towards Happy, suddenly aware of the crowd she attracted during her commotion.
"Ohh, so now I have your attention, tsk tsk tsk, por que no contestastes en la primera llamada.. hmm?" PING! She hits his seat with her bat after she glowers at Happy to emphasis her anger towards him. (translation- why didn't you answer me on the first call)
a sharp inhale can be heard from someone in the crowd.
"Go home, Cassandra" As he walks up to her and forcefully takes the bat out of her hand, looking down at her with glaring eyes. Happy was not someone who can be taken lightly, his demeanor confirming that. Anyone in the crowd would have been scared off immediately but Cassandra didn't back down, instead she takes a step towards him with a look that can kill.
"I will not be ignored Happy Lowman. If I call, you better fucking answer. Me vale verga si esas ocupado o en un trabajo." after hearing her say that Jax suddenly steps forward with his hands up. (Translation - I don't give a fuck of you're busy or if you're in a middle of a job)
"Whoa, there darlin' calm down, who exactly are you?" Jax tries to deescalate the situation that has enraptured the crowd in amazement at the tiny fiery Latina woman and her death wish with Happy.
Turning her attention towards the typical-looking pretty boy with his blond hair and blue eyes, she scoffs and rolls her eyes at the president patch on his vest she quickly response while turning her attention back to Happy's dark black eyes that never left her face "I'm this assholes old lady"
As the crowd starts raking their eyes down Cassandras body in search of her crow, Gemma and Chibs quickly told the crowd to go back to the party and that this is no one concern since its between a SONs and their old lady. slowly the crowd goes back inside with a few straggler who are still interested in the scene unfolding in front of them.
" ye 'ave an old lady Happy?" Chib questions
" Yeah, I didn't know there is a woman in this Earth who would agree to be with your ol' ugly mug, killa" Tig joked not able to read the room, Juice takes a step away from Tig in order to avoid the bat Happy was holding that was suddenly pointed towards Tig's face, who you can audibly hear is shitting bricks.
"You got a crow to prove it sweetie?" Gemma suddenly spoke up causing Happy to get irritated as he continues to keep his eye locked in a hard stare with Cassandra, neither one wanting to back down. honestly she shouldn't have to show her crow to prove she's his old lady, her unrelenting persona should have been enough. No one is brave to go against Happy Lowman.
Pulling her shirt up up to show her torso, on her ribs a beautiful crow can be seen mid flight with its eye holding Happy's trademarked smiley-face, leaving no question as to who the crow belong to. But that wasn't all that the group noticed, there was a few smiley faces tatted on her waist, granted not as many as Happy's count but enough to cause a glance between the men.
"okay, lets go boys. Lets leave the happy couple to work out their shit" Gemma starts pushing the men towards the clubhouse leaving Happy and Cassandra to their own vices.
"What the fuck are you doing here Cassandra?" he asks again when its just the two of them standing outside
"If you answered my fucking phone calls, you'd know why I'm here Lowman!" She quickly threw back but just as quickly all the anger she felt disappears from her whole demeanor as she looks up at Happy with frighten doe eyes. "Happy, its your mom, she needs you. Your aunt is with her right now, but we should quickly head back"
Happy sent a quick text to Jax updating him of the emergency he has with his Mom and that he needs a few days off. Happy and Cassandra quickly makes their way towards her car outside the lot as she tosses her keys to Happy, while he tosses the bat back to her, which she easily caught.
"you didn't have to take it out on my Harley, Cass"
"Well, now you'll think twice before ignoring my phone calls" she smirks up at Happy, knowing that material things can always be repaired but a lesson will always be remembered.