Anonymous said:Can you do a happy lowman imagine where it’s the scene where the boys are tied up from the police and miles mentions about happy reusing condoms and y/n is there for it ?
AN: I wrote it from memory, and made some stuff up.
Sitting next to Happy, handcuffed next to a post, we waited for the dipshit Deputy to talk to the sheriff. He had pulled us all over for some bogus reason. It was bad enough this little impromptu meeting with the Russians was screwing up my plans, but now this pit stop was screwing with it even more.
Today was Opie and Lyla’s wedding, and I had a million things to do, and now it was a million and one.
Clay had discovered that I had a valuable skill set when I started doing the books for the club three years ago, I could speak five different languages, and had become club translator. It was a useful asset, that put me into more dangerous situations then I could count.
His solution was to stick me with Happy Lowman as my body guard. Anytime we went to meetings, things were getting ugly, or we were on lockdown; Happy was my protector. The man was a pain in my ass most of the time.
I closed my eyes ignoring the guys shit talk, most of it was what they were getting the couple for wedding gifts.
“Well you reuse condoms you cheap bastard.”