The club house of the Sons of Anarchy MC is alive with the usual hustle and bustle. The rumble of motorcycles and the raucous laughter of members fill the air. Amidst it all, Happy Lowman stands, a solitary figure leaning against a wall.

He takes a deep drag of his cigarette, his eyes fixed on the rowdy crowd, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. A couple of newer prospects pass by, casting nervous glances at Happy, aware of his reputation.

One of the prospects dares to approach. "Hey, Happy, you got a minute?"