***Happy Fluff*** ***Imagine Teaching Happy To Play Beer Pong*** "You don't seriously expect me to believe that you've never played beer pong?" you laughed at the heavily tattooed man sitting across from you. He'd been coming into the small bar you worked at every night now for almost two months straight and you couldn't get enough of him. There were only two other people in the bar besides your boss and they were regulars that had been coming to the bar for years. Both of them got a kick out of watching you and this new man flirt every night. "Nope, never done it." he chuckled and you shook your head laughing. "I'm going to have to change that." you said and he smiled. "There's gonna be a party tomorrow night at the SAMCRO clubhouse, why don't you come by and teach me then?" he asked with a wink. "I'll clear her schedule, she's all yours." your boss, Allen, said from where he was watching with the two regulars, Larry and Joe. You blushed, and looked back at the man sitting across from you. "I'll see you tomorrow night, Y/N." he said with a wink as he stood up and left a couple of twenties on the bar. "See ya, Happy." you sighed, biting your lip as you watched him leave. "It's about time you found a guy. You've been moping around for long enough." Larry chuckled. "I haven't been moping! And I haven't found a guy, he's just a friend." you snap playfully as you place the money in the register. "A friend my ass! No man is going to come in here every night for two months straight and leave a twelve dollar tip for three warm beers and some stale peanuts!" Joe practically shouted. - The next night you tossed your beer pong table into the bed of your truck and headed over to the clubhouse. You decided to bring it just in case they didn't have one. You'd never been to a SAMCRO party before, you'd never really been to Charming before except to go to Fun Town. As you got out of your truck and walked toward everyone you felt out of place. It seemed there was a half naked girl either on her knees or being bent over something everywhere. It was weird. "Hey! Hey, Y/N!" it was Happy's voice and you spun around to find him standing with a group of guys and waving you over. You smiled and walked over, "I didn't think you were actually going to come." he chuckled. "Well I had to make sure you learned how to play beer pong, old man." you laughed and he just shook his head at you. "Beer pong? Me and Ope will kick your ass at beer pong any day!" a blonde guy piped up as he howled with laughter. "Oh you're on! Me and Happy against you two, right now!" you grinned at them. "We could set it up on the pool table." a huge guy with a beard said. "Nah, I've got a beer pong table in my truck. I can go grab it?" you offered. "Let's go!" the blonde cheered and the group followed you to your truck. They set the table up next to what looked like WWE ring, it made you wonder what happened at these parties. "Prospect! Set this up for fifteen cup beer pong!" someone shouted. "Alright tell me." Happy sighed, his arm around your shoulders. "Okay, so first rule you sink it, they drink it. So just make the ball into one of their cups, but when you throw it your elbow can't go past this line, this is the foul line. And don't bounce the ball off the table because then they can swipe it." you explained the basics to him and he nodded. "Can you drink, darlin?" the blonde asked with a smirk. "I get paid to sit around and do shots all day, what do you think?" you laughed. The next hour was spent with Happy just laughing every time you pointed out a rule he'd broken. He'd managed to slap your ass a total of seven times in the first five minutes of the game, you'd stopped counting after that. "Come here." Happy chuckled as he leaned against the ring. You smiled and walked over, sitting down next to him. "Yes, Mr. Lowman?" you asked with a small giggle. He wrapped one arm around your waist and pulled you closer so that you stood between his legs. "So what do you think of your first SAMCRO party?" he asked as his fingers twirled through your hair. "It was pretty fun, y'know for bikers." you teased. "Oh yeah? You think a biker can't show you a good time?" he asked and you just bit your lip. "Aye! Happy-boy! Finally!" Chibs, the Scottish one you'd met earlier, shouted as Happy kissed you. He pulled away, "Oh shut up!" he shouted back. "What's that all about?" you asked, smiling at him. "Nothing, they've just been giving me shit for going to your bar all the damn time." he sighed. "Why do you come so often, hm?" you ask, smirking at him. "I must have a thing for that bartender in there, you know the one that's always flirting with me." he said with a sigh. "I was talking to her the other day, I think she has a thing for you too." you say and he smiles before kissing you again.