Description: Happy's daughter and Juice are best friends who like to cause some chaos at the clubhouse.

"You're an idiot. I'm an idiot. We're co-presidents of Club Idiot," Juice said. I laughed at him as he handed me the shirts he had made that said Club Idiot. I knew they were a joke but I couldn't help the smile that grew on my face as I thanked him.

"You're the best Juicey Juice," I said. He scowled at the nickname as he hugged me.

"I hate it still," he said.

"You'll come around. Now what's on the weekend agenda for Club Idiot?" I asked.

"Party tonight. Hangover in the am. Practical jokes on Koz and Tig. Party tomorrow night and another hangover on Sunday," he said.

I nodded. "Plans for practical jokes?"

"I'm thinking something involving glitter for Koz and definitely a perfectly placed dildo for our boy Tig," Juice said.

"Uncle Koz hates glitter," I said. "So make it pink."

Juice laughed at me as I locked up the TM office. I'd started helping Gem here when my Dad transferred to SAMCRO before he went to jail 16 months ago. He's been out now for about two months.

"So are we wearing these to the party tonight?" I asked Juice as he sat down at the bar.

"Hell yeah," he said. I hugged him and told him I was going home to eat and get ready.

"(Y/N)," my dads voice called. I turned around and sure enough he was standing there waiting for me.

"Hey Daddy," I said and walked over to hug him. He relaxed a little into the hug and kissed the top of my head.

"You coming to the party?" He asked. I just nodded.

"Good. I'm going to need a new smiley," he said.

"I'd love to," I said. He just nodded so I said goodbye and headed home.

A couple hours later I was returning to the lot now dressed in skinny jeans, heels, my new shirt from Juice, and a zipped up bomber jacket in case Juice bailed on me.

When I walked in the party was well under way already. I quickly found Juice and he looked disappointed until I slid my jacket off. He started laughing as he took my jacket and put it away for me.

"I really want to kiss you," he said softly and he pulled me into a hug.

"What's stopping you?"

"I don't want to be your fathers next smiley," he said. I laughed at him.

"Yeah that's fair. I don't think it would be a problem if you talked to him," I said. "Or I can."

"Why don't you," he said.

"I will right now," I said, scanning the room for my dad.

"No," he said laughing.

"I'm so sick of hiding Juice," I said.

"Maybe do it when he's sober though," he said. I reluctantly nodded and Juice and I got some drinks. We danced a little and just hung out before I was being summoned to do my dads newest tattoo.

I was almost done when Juice did the one thing he knew I'd kill him over.

"The floor is lava," he shouted. SAMCRO and their hang arounds were used to this. My dad just pushed himself up onto the bar where he was leaning against it and I grabbed the closest stool, stealing it from Bobby to sit down and finish Dads tattoo among the chaos.

"He's so dead," I laughed as I finished up the smiley face on my dads hip bone.

"Perfect as always baby girl," he said. The SAMTAC and Indian Hills guys who were here were thoroughly confused as everyone was struggling to get their feet off the floor. Tig and Chibs were now standing on the pool table. Kozik had climbed onto one of the high top tables. Bobby had convinced a Croweater to give up her barstool for him. Jax and Opie were both attempting to sit on a recliner together.

"What's going on?" Lee asked.

"Club Idiot was invited to this party," Jax said with a laugh.

"Club idiot?" He asked.

"It's what the guys call Juice and I," I said. "Cause we do dumb things like this all the time. And for the record you're going to die. The floor is still lava."

The guys laughed and the people not from SAMCRO just shook their heads.

"You are ridiculous," Lee said.

"You should ask Juice about the newest SAMCRO rule," Kozik said, earning laughs from most the room.

"I did this during church one day and we damn near broke the Redwood Table. So this has been banned from church," Juice explained.

"Juice end this so I can get back to my blow job," Tig said angrily. Juice and I both laughed as he looked like he might kill us.

"Fine, resume your activities," Juice and he stepped down to let the guys know the game was over. My dad thanked me for the tattoo before running off with a couple of croweaters that were closer to my age than his.

"Can we get out of here?" I asked softly. "I could use some alone time."

Juice just nodded and I headed out with him following behind me to head to my house together.