Marissa had said no to something O'Neil was saying and of course she was taking heat for it, considering Clay told her to do what O'Neill and Jimmy O said. Whatever they needed. But she was not down for being a pass around. She may not have been an old lady, because well she wasn't with Juice anymore but she was not being a crow eater. Her Teller name didn't mean shit in Belfast.

"Are you an old lady?" O'Neil shouted in her face, Marissa's eyes moved over towards Nathan, another one of the SOA Belfast charters member's before they went back to O'Neil. She shook her head. "No."

"Then I suggest you do as I fucking tell you." O'Neil said before back handing her across the face, splitting her lip and making sure she ended up on the ground. Marissa stayed on the floor for a moment as she nodded her head. "Sorry." She mumbled. O'Neil was done with his fit; he just scoffed and walked away.

Marissa felt Nathan's hand on hers offering to help her up. She pulled her hand away from his and stood up on her own. "I'm not yours to protect Nathan." Marissa said, basically referring to Juice, even if he didn't want her anymore there was no way she was getting involved with another member of the SOA charter. It just wasn't going to happen.

Nathan sighed, grabbing a wet cloth from the bar; he ignored her protests as he sat her down and cleaned up her cut on her lip. "I know, but you also need to know, he's not coming back for you Marissa, and I doubt you're going back to Lawrence anytime soon." Nathan shrugged, it was just common knowledge.

Marissa knew fighting against him helping her was not going to get her anywhere so she just let him clean off the blood. It was no harm. "Don't. Look, you don't know him, or anyone of us. So please... Just stop pretending you do." Marissa got up off the stool and headed towards the exit door of the club house. It looked exactly like the one back home, except different mug shots. Before she got out the door she felt Nathan's hand slip into hers. "Nathan…" Marissa started but was cut off.

Nathan shook his head; he wasn't going to deal with her protests tonight. It was late, and he was tired as hell. "Stop, if you walk out that door and O'Neil sees you, he's just going to get angry and start in on you again. Stay here tonight." Nathan stated, it wasn't a question, he wasn't going to force her to stay but he would have appreciated it if she did.

Marissa shook her head as she looked up at Nathan. "I don't think it's a good idea." Marissa said softly, running a hand through her long blonde hair. She was supposed to dye it, which of course she hadn't done yet. She shook her head looking down at the ground. Marissa couldn't just stay here; she was supposed to be staying at Trinity's place. But even that was a little awkward.

Nathan sighed, pulling her slightly closer to him, but not enough to invade her space. "I'll sleep on the couch, just don't leave." Nathan nodded his head, he was dead serious. There was no way he was letting Marissa walk out of this club house and have O'Neil start into her again, because then he wouldn't be there to witness what O'Neil did to her.

Marissa sighed; she got the idea and finally just agreed. "You sleep on the couch." She said, repeating his words, as she walked towards the back rooms, she didn't actually know which room was Nathan's so she stopped to let him lead the way, he led her to the room and once inside he handed her a shirt, It was a Belfast SOA shirt. Marissa shook her head. "I'm fine, thanks." Marissa mumbled crawling into the bed, she closed her eyes and for the first time in a month she felt like she might actually be able to sleep peacefully. But when she was woken up by Nathan because she had tears streaming down her face, she knew it wasn't going to be the case. She laid her head in Nathan's lap, as he stroked her hair trying to get her back to sleep. It was going to be a long time in Ireland.