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Happy Thanksgiving đŠ
Part Two of The Holly-Day Series
Part One: Happy Halloween
Pairing: Happy x OC Holly
Word Count: 3,115
Authors Note: Im sorry this is late! Life got in the way. But heres part two of the Holly-day series. Part three will be up for Christmas đ
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Holly leant back in her chair in the office, her feet resting in the eye of the desk as she doodled in the notepad in her hands. She wasnât the best singer in the world, but she could carry a tune and was working hard to perform both parts of âBaby, Itâs Cold Outsideâ. Jax and Chibs were working in the garage, although they were spending more time talking about club business than doing any work. Hollyâs voice grew louder as she sang the song and once she reached the chorus she was really belting it out. They could even hear her pens hitting the desk as back up music and Jax rolled his eyes. Chibs chuckle and they both walked into the office. Holly glanced up but continued singing. âI really canât staaaayy..â She flung her âmicrophoneâ pen out and held it to Jax who simply shook his head. Holly threw her hands up and shifted in her seat to sit up straight. âHow rude, Jackson, just barging in here. Canât you see Iâm busy?â She pointed to a pile of paperwork on the desk that she had been ignoring all morning. Chibs laughed at that and leant against the wall. âYe know itâs only November, Holly.â âWhatâs your point, Filip?â âThe point is, stop singing fucking Christmas carols.â Holly gasped and held a hand to her best in faux hurt. âHow dare you!â Jax smirked and shook his head and Holly cracked a smile too. âWell now that you boys are here you can tell me, What time are we meeting at the maze tomorrow?â Jax blanked and looked to Chibs, whose expression mirrored his own. Holly rolled her eyes. âGems been talking about it all week! The corn maze?!â âOhhh youre wanting to know if your boyfriends gonna be back in time huh?â Jax teased. Holly glared at him when Chibs jumped in. âA romantic walk, getting lost in tha corn.â âSeriously, boys. Grow up.â The boys were about to respond when the roar of motorcycles filled the lot and they all peered outside. Four bikes rolled in and Holly recognised them as Happy, Juice, Kozik and Bobby. For almost a fortnight the four had been away, helping out in Tacoma charter, though Holly wasnât sure of the reasons behind it. All Holly knew was that the absence had most definitely been noticed. Especially of one in particular. Happy had been the forefront of her thoughts even more than usual ever since the Halloween Party she had thrown where she could have sworn they had shared a moment before Tig had interrupted. She watched longingly as he backed his bike up and imagined herself  running down from the office to greet him. How hed look up and grin while shed run in slow motion. How heâd run towards her and meet her halfway. How heâs lift his helmet off and toss it aside and she would leap into his arms, âThe Notebookâ style, his strong arms wrapping around her. Heâd say something like âoh how Iâve missed you, my one true love!â And pull her into a smouldering, earth-moving kiss while music played and the guys clapped and cheered and in the background, fireworks!... âHolly!â âHuh?!â She snapped out of her imagination to find Jax and Chibs smirking at her dreamy  flushed expression. âJesus darlin, you might need a napkin for all that drool.â âShut up!â Holly snapped and stood up. She grabbed a wad of paperwork and shooed them out of the office before slamming the door behind him. The commotion drew the attention of the new arrivals and Holly twisted the blinds shut before slumping back to the desk.
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Holly stepped out of the taxi, thanking the driver and walked swiftly to the front door. Knock-knock. Holly adjusted her grip on the dish in her hands and waited rather impatiently. After twenty seconds of no response she knocked again and this time she saw a light flick on through the window. Eventually the door cracked open and she saw Clay peering at her through the gap âHolly?!â âGâmorning!â She pushed the door open with her hip and walked into the house. Clay looked baffled as he watched her place the dish and the bags on the counter. âYou know what time it is?â Clay asked stifling a yawn. Holly turned to him and noticed his boxer shorts and black singlet, and from his tired expression she could tell he had just woken up. âWhereâs Gemma?â âIn bed, like a normal person at,â He glanced at the clock. âTwenty past five, Jesus.â âOh no.â She walked away from him, leaving him staring after you with a mixture of annoyance and confusion on his face. She walked down the hallway and entered the main bedroom, rolling her eyes at the form of Gemmaâs body under the comforter. She strode over to the window and ripped the curtains open for dramatic affect, although it was still dark out. âRise and shine, Gem!â She sang. Gemma groaned and sat up. âIs this a nightmare or are you really in my room?â She asked as she reached for her glasses. âI thought you would have known better than to sleep in.â Holly tutted. She grabbed the robe hanging off the door and tossed it to Gemma. âGet showered, we have a schedule.â And with that she turned and walked back to the kitchen. After twenty minutes Gemma walked in to see Holly hauling the turkey out of the refrigerator. âNeed a hand?â Gemma mused as she reached for her cigarettes. Holly glared at her. âLook who finally showed up!â Gemma smirked. âOh sweetheart itâs far too early for your attitude.â Holly rolled her eyes and opened the dish of stuffing. She had stayed up late last night preparing it. It was an old family recipe passed down from her grandmother and she had wanted to make it perfect. She knew Donna used to make it for Opie and she knew it would mean a lot to him.
The next few hours went relatively smoothly. Gemma had finally gotten stuck in although Holly was still stressing about being behind schedule. Jax and Tara had arrived with the kids although Tara was no help. That was mostly Gemmaâs fault, as she didnât trust her to touch any of the food prep so Tara was stuck cleaning up after them. Holly glanced at the clock and called for Clay, who groaned immediately upon hearing his name. âCan you get the table ready?â Holly asked as she rolled out the pastry for her pumpkin pie. Clay frowned. âWhy? Weâre not eating for ages.â âGod do none  of you care about things being perfect?! Just get the extra chair out at least. We need five for the kids table and twelve for the adults.â Gemma shook her head. âWe need thirteen.â Holly frowned. She never counted wrong, not when it came to place settings. âDid you change the guest list?â She nodded casually. âHappy and his mom are coming.â âWHAT?!â Everyone stared at Holly, surprised by her outburst and she blushed deeply. âI mean itâs fine itâs just I didnât plan for extra people and there might not be enough pie for everyone, and ahh..â Gem smirked and winked. âIâm sure you could share your pie with him, sweetheart.â Hollyâs cheeks went an even darker shade of red and she tore her apron from her waist. âI need to.. pee.â And with that she ran to the bathroom, leaving the rest of her strange family in laughter.
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The house was filling up with guests, and Holly was in an even bigger frenzy now as she waited for Happy and his mother to arrive. She had never actually met Mrs Lowman, but in her imaginary life, where her and Happy were madly in love, Â they got on well. The nerves were setting in well and truly and she wanted everything to run smoothly, even more so now. The only guests to arrive were Happy, his mother, and Tig. All the food was ready to be served but Holly was still pottering around the kitchen, double checking the dishes were presented to a high standard. âHere.â She looked up, to see Juice holding out a glass of wine and he laughed at her startled expression. âRelax, Hol. Everything looks great.â He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and she smiled at her friend as he embraced her. Just then there was a knock on the door and Holly quickly finished the wine and made herself look busy. Juice rolled his eyes and beamed at the newcomers. Happy held out the door for his mother and Gemma hurried over to greet them. Juice and Holly smiled as they watched them hug and Mrs Lowman turned to face them. Her eyes fell on Juice and she looked him up and down. âMy my.. You are looking good, my Juicy.â Juice chuckled nervously, avoiding Happys narrowing eyes and rubbed the back of his neck. He shoved Holly forward. âThis is Holly.â Holly gulped, her eyes similar to those of a deer caught in the headlights and she adjusted her outfit. âNice to meet you, Mrs Lowman.â She smiled. Mrs Lowman pulled her into a hug and planted a kiss on her cheek. âPlease, call me Maria.â She stepped back and looked at Holly warmly. âI have heard so much about you.â âOh?â Happy cleared his throat and stepped in, ushering his mother to the side where Chibs was waiting to greet them. Juice nudged Holly with his elbow. âShut it, Ortiz.â Juice scoffed and raised his arms in defence. âI didnât say anything.â He grabbed the bottle of wine and poured some more into the glass. âThanks.â Holly sighed in relief. She reached for the bottle and walked away, chugging the contents and leaving Juice holding the glass he had filled for her with a dumbfounded expression on his face. It was going to be a long night.
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Laughter and banter filled the room as everyone filled their plates and took their seats around the table. Clay had finally gotten off his âlazy old assâ (as Holly called it) and carved the turkey and Holly watched with a smile as she waited for all the guests to serve before she grabbed a plate. She scooped a variety of salads and casseroles onto her plate in small quantities and picked out the white meat of the turkey before turning to the table. Everyone was seated, and Holly scanned the table for an empty seat. The only chair left empty was between Opie and Happy, and Holly gripped her plate as she walked closer. She couldnât help but feel she had been set up and by the cheeky grin Opie flashed her she knew she was right. Mrs âCall Me Mariaâ Lowman was seated opposite her son and next to Juice, who looked uncomfortably awkward by the seating arrangement. Holly slid into her seat and laid a napkin across her lap. âHolly, Opie has been telling me you cooked all of this?â Holly blushed. âNot all of it, it was a joint effort.â âWell, food is the way to a mans heart.â Maria winked, sending Hollyâs cheeks and darker shade of red and she turned to look at her son. âHasnât she done great, Happy?â Happy nodded and glanced at Holly. âIt looks amazing.â He rasped quietly. Holly smiled and wished the ground could swallow her whole and she shot Juice a pleading âsave meâ look. Thankfully he caught on and roped Mrs Lowman into a conversation, diverting her attention to âmy Juicyâ as she called him. As the night went on Holly became more relaxed, mostly  due to the wine she was consuming but she found herself chatting comfortably with Happy. Every now and then his denim clad thigh would brush against hers and every time it sent shivers down her spine. She fought hard to keep her cool, despite the manic thoughts that were running through her mind and she even managed to hold a conversation with Maria. And just like in her imagination, they got on well. Maria watched from across the table as Happy and Holly chatted between themselves. She could tell there was something was growing between the two, if only they could see it for themselves.
After dinner Holly cleared the dishes, with the help of Lyla and Tara. She had just placed a stack of plates on the counter when Juice darted into the kitchen. âWhat the hell, Hol!â âWhat?â Holly asked, taken aback. âIâve been sending you signals all night. Happys mom is in love with me!â Holly laughed and rolled her eyes. âWe all know you're handsome Juice, but get over yourself.â âIâm serious! If you hadnât been eye fucking Happy all night maybe youâd have noticed her stroking my Mohawk!â Juice hissed. Holly laughed, brushing off his comment and began scraping plates. Juice threw his hands in the air in defeat and walked out of the kitchen, muttering something along the lines of âits a curse, being this good looking.â.
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The night was drawing to an end and those that were left were lounging on the sofas, chatting amongst themselves. Holly had headed to the kitchen to clear up the rest of the dessert dishes and pack the leftovers into containers for the guys to take home. Juice was helping her, and he groaned as he watched her scoop a generous portion of sweet potato casserole into a Tupperware container. âI donât ever wanna see that again.â âYou didnât like it?â Holly asked. Juice shook his head. âI liked it too much. Thereâs no more room in here, Iâm so fat.â He poked at his sculpted torso and Holly rolled her eyes. âTake some. I know how useless you are at cooking and youâll want it tomorrow.â Just as Juice began to protest the two were joined my Happy and his mother, instantly sending a blush creeping up Hollyâs neck. âHolly, my sweet girl, thank you for everything.â âAnytime, Mrs Lowman.â Holly smiled warmly. âMaria.â Mrs Lowman corrected before turning to Juice. âAnd you.â She looked him up and down before glancing between Holly and Happy and cleared her throat. âMy Juicy, why donât you take me home?â Happy frowned. âI can take you Ma.â âDonât be silly, hijo, you stay and help Holly clean up. Take her home.â Happy glanced between his mother and Holly, whose cheeks were blushing deeply. âCmon, My Juicy.â Maria wrapped her arm around Juice and pulled him to the door. Holly watched helplessly as Juice threw back one last alarmed look before being dragged outside and then the door was closed; leaving Happy and Holly alone in the kitchen. Silence fell between them and Holly turned back to the leftovers. Happy moved to stand beside her and Holly gulped. âI can finish up, if you wanted to head off.â Happy shook his head. âI want to help.â He reached for a dish, at the same time as Holly did and their hands brushed against each other. The light contact turned her legs to jelly and she bit her lip, quickly busying herself with the rest of the dishes. Once they were done Holly stacked the leftover containers on the counter. âYou ready?â Happy asked quietly. Holly met his eye, getting lost in the darkness of his pupils and nodded. They said their goodbyes, earning a round of smirks and winks from the rest of the guys and left the house.
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They walked down the steps in silence, although it wasnât uncomfortable. Holly followed Happy to Juices bike and he passed her his helmet. She smiled and pulled it into her head and he watched her fumble with the buckle before smirking. âHere, let me.â Holly gulped as he stepped closer and tightened the strap beneath her chin and she couldnât help but study his features. âReady?â He asked, his raspy voice sending a shiver down her spine. She nodded and after he was seated she grasped his broad shoulders and swung her leg over the bike. The engine roared to life beneath them and she grabbed hold of his waist as the bike rolled out into the street. He rode carefully, taking the corners smoothly and Holly smiled contently. She studied the way his hands gripped the handle bars and his tattooed arms. Before long the bike rolled to a stop in Hollyâs driveway and Happy shut the engine off. She swung off the bike and Happy did the same while she unbuckled the helmet. âThanks for the ride.â Happy nodded and flashed her a rare smile. âAnytime.â In silence they walked to the front steps and Holly fumbled with the keys as she unlocked the door. Once unlocked she swung the door open and cleared her throat. âThanks.. again. Did you wanna..come in?â âI should get going.â Happy said quietly. Holly nodded, hoping her disappointment wasnât shown on her face. She moved to step past him but he reached out and grasped her wrist. Holly gulped as she turned to look at him, the gap between them nearly nonexistent. His jaw clenched and she watched as his tongue darted across his lower lip and her breath caught in her throat as he dipped his head. Holly closed her eyes and tilted her head towards him when the shrill ringtone of his cell rang out. He pulled away and whipped his burner out of his pocket. âWhat?â He rasped into the receiver. A blush crept to Hollyâs cheeks and she made an attempt to step back but with Happys hand still wrapped around her wrist it proved difficult. âYou should probably head over here.. soon.â She could hear Juice saying on the other line. âIs ma okay?â Happy demanded, his body instantly tensing. âWhat? Yeah, sheâs fine. But she uh.. she keeps calling me her Puerto Rican prince and donât get me wrong Killer, your moms great, but if you donât get here soon imma be your new stepdad.â Holly bit her lip and held in her laughter, while Happy gripped the phone tightly. âIâll be there soon.â He snapped the burner shut and slid it into his pocket. âI should go.â Holly nodded and smiled warmly. She said her goodbyes and watched as Happy turned and walked back to the bike. She watched the bike disappear into the street and stepped inside, closing the door behind her and she leant back against the sturdy wood. With a blush still on her cheeks and her heart full of warmth, Holly smiled to herself. She was thankful. Thankful that she had so much to be thankful for.
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happy halloween đ
Holly-day Series: Part One
Pairing: Happy x OC (Holly)
Word Count: 3,560
Warnings: language, i think thats it
Authors Note: This is Part One of my Holiday series (with my first ever OC). Every major holiday I will be continuing this series, I am super excited for this and I hope you all enjoy đđ I have also linked an image of the costumes I imagined throughout the story (just click on their names). This will also be my entry for the @samperv â challenge! Let me know what you all think, feedback is always welcome! Masterlist  Happy Thanksgiving ( Part Two )
Hollys Costume & Makeup
âHey Hol, are you almost done with my laptop?â Juice called across the clubhouse, as he laced up his boots, one foot up on the coffee table and the other stood firmly on the ground. The brunette at the bar ignored him, her eyes glued to the screen of his laptop.
âShe not talking to you man?â Tig asked, an amused look on his face at the idea of drama between his brother and Holly, Donnaâs cousin. Juice shrugged and rolled his eyes before walking across the room. Tig followed him and they both leant against the bar, either side of her. âWhatcha looking at?â Juice asked, and pushed the corner of the laptop so he could see the screen. Images of halloween makeup filled the screen, all bloody and gory. âYou know its only August, right?â Juice teased. Holly rolled her eyes and pulled the lap top back in front of her and continued scrolling. âI wanna get my costume ready.â âArenât you a little too old to go trick-or-treating?â Tig asked. Holly snorted. âIts for the party.â Juice tilted his head to the side in confusion. âWhat party?â Holly closed the tab on the screen and shut the laptop before pushing it back to Juice. âThe Halloween party.â She said, as if it was obvious, before she slid off the stool and went behind the bar to grab some beers. âYouâre kidding right?â âJuice I never joke about the holidays.â Holly said as she opened a beer and passed it to Tig. âYou can throw a party, sweetheart. But no oneâs gonna dress up.â Tig stated. As he said that, Bobby and Chibs walked through the door and sat at the bar alongside their brothers. Holly pulled two more beers out of the fridge for the newcomers and passed them to the men. With a furrowed brows, and her lips pouting out and she turned to Tig. âYa know, I thought you would have liked playing dress up, Tiggy.â âOh baby, I do.â Tig winked. âBut only in the bedroom.â âWhats this?â Bobby asked, though if he was honest he wasnt sure he wanted to know. âHolly wants to throw a Halloween partyâ Juice explained, with a shake of his head. âI donât want to, I am.â She emphasised the last word. Bobby chuckled and shook his head. âNot gonna happen sweetheart. Thereâs only two things Halloween is good for. Cavities and diabetes.â âWell heaven forbid a SAMCRO party has a fucking theme for once.â âThey do have a theme,â Tig said, a cheeky smile on his face. âPussy and booze.â The boys all laughed while Holly grimaced and buried her face in her hands.
It was almost ten months ago that Holly became the newest addition the the SAMCRO family. She was Donna Winstonâs cousin and after Donnas death she had taken it upon herself to help Opie with the kids and had moved in with him shortly after. Every morning she woke the kids, despite their protests, made breakfast and dropped them off for school. Then, she would spend the day helping Gemma in the office, or cleaning up around the club house, or on the odd occasion helping the boys in the garage before rounding the kids up after school and taking them home. She was a breath of fresh air when the club needed it most, and although she may not realise it, she had that club wrapped around her little finger. For a lot of them she was the sister they never had. She could drink the guys under the table and in the morning sheâd wake them up with a smile on her face and steaming mug of coffee.
Gemma, while hesitant at first, had soon grown to love Holly and had taken her under her wing. Even Clay had a soft spot for her, allowing her to get away with far more than any one else that hung around. In fact, the whole club adored her.   So Juice wasnât entirely surprised when he saw Hollyâs plans for a Halloween Party were coming together. Of all the members of the Sons, she was closest to Juice, being of similar ages. They had hit it off instantly and neither of them could deny the initial attraction between the two, but after a drunken make out session that was nothing but awkward, they had both agreed there was nothing romantic between them. Only friendship. He was working in the garage when he saw her car pull up and he watched, wiping his greased hands on a rag as she got out and struggling to lift a box out of the trunk of her car. âYou need a hand?â Juice called, as he jogged across the lot. âThanks!â Holly smiled and passed the box to Juice who lifted it easily from her grasp. âWhatâs all this?â He asked as she turned back to the car and grabbed two large bags out before slamming it shut. âDecorations.â Together they began the walk across the lot, and Juice balanced the box against his body as he opened the door with one hand, holding it open for Holly. She smiled in thanks and entered the clubhouse. âClays okay with all of this?â âUh-huh!â Holly nodded and dumped the bags on the nearest table. âHe said the prospects will help me set up.â Juice shook his head in disbelief while Holly flashed him a smug smile and a wink. âWhere are the prospects anyway? Jax wanted me to go through some stuff with them.â âThey went to pick up the fog machine and some more decorations.â Halloween was in five days and Holly had prepared a strict schedule in order to get everything ready for the party. She was a stickler for details and she wanted to make sure everything was perfect, since it was the first holiday event that she had been allowed to host at the clubhouse. The door burst open and in came the booming voices of Opie, Jax, Chibs, and Tig. Juice went to talk to them and Holly turned away, immediately getting back into business mode and sorting through the bags. She didnât notice the guys surrounding her as she pulled faux cobwebs out of the bags, her mind solely focused on the decorations. âThis all for the party?â Tig asked, lifting a skeleton out the box. Holly grabbed the decoration and slapped his hand away. âYes, donât touch.â Tig raised his hands in defence and pretended to back away. âYou guys got your costumes ready?â The boys all nodded and Holly couldnât help but grin. Despite their initial resistance to the party, everyone had come round to the idea. Maybe it was because they all loved Holly, and no one wanted to disappoint her, especially after seeing all the effort she was putting into this. Or maybe it was because secretly they all loved the idea of dressing up. But, most likely it was because she had threatened them for the past weeks that if they didnât come in costume, she would cut all their dicks off. âSo is your boyfriend coming?â Tig asked as he sunk down into a chair and  swung his legs up, using a spare chair as a footrest. The guys chuckled while Holly rolled her eyes, the mere thought of Happy Lowman bringing a blush to her cheeks. âHeâs not my boyfriend. I donât even like him anymore.â She was lying through her teeth and they all knew it. âYeah,â Opie snorted. âAnd my wifeâs not a pornstar.â
The boys all laughed while Holly groaned. After yet another drunken night Holly had regretfully confessed to Opie, telling him about her feelings for his Brother and Opie âBig-Mouthâ Winston had taken it upon himself to tell almost everyone. Ever since, the guys had teased her relentlessly. She was sick of their teasing and she had decided to try a new tactic, in which she, albeit rather badly, pretended she had moved on. No one needed to know that it was a lie or that when she saw him her legs turned to jelly or that the sound of his voice made her swoon and dream up names for their future children. âHate to break it to ya Hol, but I donât think Hap will come.â Jax said, as he too sunk into a chair. Holly rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders as she leant against the table. Before she could give herself a mental pat on the back for her award worthy acting, she knocked a jar of candy corn off the table, causing the sweets to scatter across the carpet. With a mutter of âShitâ she knelt, quickly working to clean up the mess.
âYeah, I mean, you really think the Killer is gonna dress up?â Opie laughed. âIâm gonna âave to agree with the boys, luv. I donâ think Happyâs a holiday kinda guy.â Chibs said. âWell it doesnât matter anyway.â Holly said as she stood and snatched some decorations from Jaxâs grasp. âLike I said, I donât like him anymore.â
Holly hadnât been lying when she said she loved the holidays and of them all, Halloween was by far her favourite. The transformation of the clubhouse was impressive. The entire ceiling was covered in fake cobwebs, littered with spiders, bats and hanging lanterns. Skeletons and ghosts, witches and monsters were hanging all throughout the room with bales of hay along the wall for extra seating. There was a âgraveyardâ in the corner, filled with headstones and Holly had set the fog machine behind those, so a low thick fog blanketed the floor. Juice had even helped her set up a lighting system for maximum effect. The pool table was covered with a black table cloth and was scattered with skulls, candles and Halloween themed snacks that Holly had spent hours making. She had stayed late last night setting up the decorations and had spent most of the day doing finishing touches before getting ready. Holly had debated with herself over her costume for a while but, after finding an old wedding dress at a thrift store she had finally decided. She had torn the front of it before adding fake blood and finishing the look with a bit of gory makeup. The clubhouse was slowly filling with guests, mostly croweaters and friends of the club. A couple of the Nomads had turned up, donned in various outfits ranging from clowns to Rambo and even Kozik had come. He had chosen a Van Halen style costume, complete with a mullet, a red headband, and leopard print pants. So far from SAMCRO only Opie and Lyla were there, dressed as Jane and Tarzan. Holly had practically dragged them out the door in order to get to the party early and make sure everything was organised. As Holly looked around the room she noticed at least four different girls dressed as Harley Quinn and in the back of the room was someone wearing a full Foghorn Leghorn costume, from the Looney Tunes. She was about to cross the room to greet the mysterious Rooster, and figure out who exactly it was, when she heard cheers erupt. Tig had arrived, clad in a red Lycra suit that cut off at the thighs and biceps.  A red forked tail was floating around behind him and amongst his dark curls sat a pair of red horns. His arm was wrapped around Venus, who looked stunning in a white dress with large feathered wings behind her and a gold halo above her head. Holly went to join Opie and Lyla who had headed to greet Tig and Venus. But when Tig turned to face them all front on they immediately  shielded their eyes. In what only seemed to be typical Tig Trager fashion, his costume was not only extremely tight and cut in a âVâ shape, revealing a little more of his chest than Holly had ever wanted to see, but it also hugged his genitals snugly, showing anyone who dared to look the exact form of his trouser snake. âI shouldnât have to see that.â Opie groaned. âWhat?â Tig said, defensively throwing his hands out. âThey didnât have my size.â Tig and Venus headed to the bar, leaving Opie, Lyla and Holly slightly scarred for life. Juice was next to arrive. He marched through the doors, the black cape of his Darth Vadar costume billowing out behind him.  He had a light saber, of course, and he swung it through the air in front of him before stopping before them. âHoly shit, Holly, this place looks incredible! And you! You look great!â Juice gushed. Holly smiled proudly and gave him a twirl. âCmon, lets get some punch!âÂ
Much to her surprise everyone had put in real effort with their costumes. Gemma and Clay had come dressed as 1920s mobsters, which suited teh matriarch perfectly, complete with fedoras and a feather boa. Jax was swanning around the room in a James Bond outfit while Tara trailed after him, dressed as Sandy from Grease, wearing a pretty dress and a âPink Ladiesâ jacket. Chibs had dressed as a pirate which he suited far too well, and was leant against the bar with a half empty bottle of rum, mumbling something about âBootyâ in Chibberish. Bobby had, of course, come as Elvis and was seranading a dozen slutty nurses and schoolgirls and even a few croweaters with cat ears as well. Even the prospects had made an effort; Phil made a very convincing Shrek (he was yelling âGet outta my swamp!â At anyone that got too close) but Ratboy didnât seemed to be dressed up at all, although his hair did look a bit curlier than usual. Holly frowned, seeing Rat in his dark jeans and a kutte and she strode over, her hands on her hips. âGeorge, Iâm disappointed.â Holly scolded, shaking her head. Rat was taking a sip of his beer and he paused mid air to look questioningly at Holly. âI told you what would happen if you didnât dress up.â Holly mimicked scissors with one hand while the other pointed to his nether regions. âI did dress up!â Rat exclaimed and placed his beer in the table before raising his arms to show leather wrist bands and he pointed to his curlier-than-usual hair. Up close Holly could see he had coated it in hair gel giving an exaggerated greasy look. âIâm Tig.â Holly snorted and Rat leaned in close and put on his best âTigâ voice. âI like the tombstone decorations, and all these people dressed as corpses. Really gets my dick hard.â The two erupted into laughter and while they were laughing the âMysterious Roosterâ stopped in front of the table and watched them. The laughter died off and Holly tilted her head to the side as the person in the Foghorn Leghorn costume watched them. Holly glanced at Rat who looked equally confused by the newcomer and just as abruptly as they had come, they walked away. âWho is that?â Holly asked. Rat shrugged. âNo one knows. The guys are taking bets. I reckon itâs Unser, undercover.â Holly laughed at the idea but shook her head. âNo way! Itâs probably Ima. At least if no one knows itâs her, no one can break her nose.â âFair point.â Rat agreed. The pair chatted for a little while longer before Holly headed back to the bar. She slid onto an empty stool and Chucky immediately passed her a glass of Whiskey. He had come as a mime, which made it difficult for people to order drinks because he refused to speak, and kept pretending he was trapped in a box. Holly sat at the bar for a little while and was nursing a near empty glass of whiskey. She swirled it in her hand, watching the cubes of ice clink together when Juice slid onto the stool next to her. âYou okay?â She smiled up at his warm brown eyes and nodded. âThis partyâs amazing, Hol. Everyoneâs having a blast. Youâve done a great job.â Juice nudged her and Holly nudged him back with a wide grin on her face. âThanks Juicy.â The door to the clubhouse opened and in walked Wendy, dressed as Sandy from Grease, only in the final scenes. She wore her hair curled perfectly and she even had a âT-Birdsâ leather jacket draped over her shoulder. âOh no.â Holly whispered and nudged Juice again. They both glanced between Wendy and Tara and they watched as Tara spotted Wendy and her face fell before her lips turned into a snarl. âWell this is awkward.â Juice whispered. They both laughed and Wendy shrugged off Taraâs dirty looks and went to join Tig and Venus dancing. Tara was already arguing with Jax and Juice and Holly couldnât help but find amusement in the situation. The two fell silent as they both took sips from their drinks. âHe didnât come, huh?â Juice asked quietly. Holly shook her head and sighed. âI just really thought he would, ya know? God even fucking Piney made an effort.â They both glanced across the room to see Piney (dressed as a Veteran) staring alarmingly and shaking his head at Tig who was dancing a little too provocatively, considering his attire. Holly and Juice sniggered and turned back to their drinks. âThe nights not over yet. He might turn up.â Holly nodded, although she wasnât hopeful. But she knew there was no point wallowing about it and so she lifted her glass to her lips, finishing her drink before slamming the glass back down on the bar and sliding off her stool. âCmon then Juicy. Letâs dance!â
After dancing with almost everyone Holly headed outside to get some fresh air. She hopped up on the picnic table and glanced up at the night sky. A full moon shone down, bringing a smile to her face and she pulled out her pack of cigarettes. She pulled one out of the pack and pressed it between her lips as she rummaged through her pockets for a lighter. âDamn.â No luck. She was about to jump off the table and head back inside when the door opened and the person in the Foghorn Leghorn costume came out. âOh, hello!â She greeted cheerily. They raised their arm/wing in response but said nothing. Holly glanced at the head of the costume nervously. It was pointless, but she really wanted to know who it was. Whoever it was had been here all night, never really talking to anyone and always lingering in the background. They didnât speak and Holly couldnât help but feel a bit nervous being alone with them. She cleared her throat. âYou uh.. you gotta light?â
The Rooster shook its head and Holly sighed before she slid off the table. âThanks anyway.â She was about to head back inside when the Rooster stepped in her path, blocking the entrance. They reached their hand out towards her as they took a step closer. âWhat are you doing?â Holly stepped back. The door opened and Holly was relieved to see Juice come out. He stopped when he saw Holly, clearly frightened, and the mysterious costume. âEverything okay here, Hol?â âUh.. yeah I was just heading back in.â Juice held out his hand and Holly took hold of it. He wrapped an arm over her shoulder protectively and the Rooster watched as they walked into the clubhouse together. âThank you!!â She whispered once inside. âAnytime. What is it with that guy?â Holly shrugged. âI dunno, but he gives me the creeps.â
The night had gone better than Holly could have ever expected and the early hours of the morning were rolling in. Most of the crowd had headed home and it was mainly SAMCRO left drinking, with a few stray hangarounds here and there. Holly was sat around a table with Juice, Opie, Lyla, Jax, Clay, Gemma, and Ratboy. Phil and Bobby had both passed out somewhere amongst the decorations and Tara had headed home after a rather entertaining confrontation with Wendy. The group was all chatting and laughing together when they heard a squeal. A croweater, dressed as a slutty pirate leapt off the sofa with a wide smirk on her face. âYaaarrrr, bring me thaâ booty!â Chibs yelled and chased the girl into the hallway. The group laughed and shook their heads. âSeriously? Who is that?â Lyla asked. Everyone turned to look in the direction she was pointing. Foghorn Leghorn had walked back inside and went to stand near Kozik, who was chatting up a redhead in a nurses outfit. âNo one knows.â Opie replied. âWhat if itâs like.. I dunno a Mayan or something?â Everyone turned to Ratboy and he shrugged. âIâm just saying! If I was gonna come and murder my enemies Iâd probably wear a costume like that too, ya know.â Silence fell in the group and the guys all looked at each other before leaping out of their seats. They each pulled out a gun and stormed across the room. Gemma, Lyla and Holly followed but hung back, careful not to get too close. The guys surrounded the Rooster, all guns raised and aimed and when it realised what was going on he froze and lifted his hands/wings in surrender. âWho are you?!â Clay demanded. A muffled voice came from inside the costume but no one could quite make out the words. The Rooster threw his hands up in frustration and slowly lifted the head off the costume, to reveal none other than Happy fucking Lowman. âGuys, chill! Itâs me!â âHappy?!â âYou have got to be kidding me!â Clay said and rubbed his brows. Holly wouldnât have been able to keep the grin off her face even if she had wanted to. He had been here, all along. âWhat the hell, man? Whatâs with the costume?â Jax asked. Happy shrugged. âI like the Loony Tunes.â Opie laughed and shook his head. âWe didnât think youâd come at all.â Happy frowned. âWhy? I fucking love Halloween.â The guys all headed back to the table, chuckling to themselves, leaving Happy standing in front of Holly alone, though none of them forgot to wriggle their brows or wink in her direction as they passed. Happy tucked his âHeadâ under his arm and stepped closer. âIâm sorry about earlier, I didnât mean to scare you.â Holly blushed and shook her head. âNo, no itâs fine! Donât worry about it.â She smiled up at him. Happy smiled back at her, and she couldnât help but notice the sparkle in his dark eyes, or the way he looked at her with a yearning, or the chemistry burning in the air as he stepped closer. âThank you.. for coming.â She said quietly. âI wouldnât have missed it.â Happy licked his lips and was about to say something when Tig barrelled into him. âHap, my brother. You do realise you came as a Cock, right?âÂ
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