That night the Belfast Sons had thrown a huge party for the Charming Sons. Loud Irish music blasted from speakers, fires burned around the parking lot and people were having mock fights. Crow Eaters were everywhere and enjoying the new Sons with disgusting interest. Maeve watched from the sidelines as she made and poured drinks for many people. She had slipped a few shots herself to loosen up since she was tense. These parties made her nervous, what with all the drunk men who were looking for a tumble in the parking lot. She could see Juice shoving his face in the large bosom of a blonde, a smirk on his face. Liam O'Neill was fighting inside a ring of people, challenging anyone who wanted to risk their faces. Maeve had never liked Liam, only because of his personality and his attempts to bed her. Liam was also looking to marry Maeve, make her his wife, but she never agreed. He had an old lady, Cherry, but he seemed to be quite intent on dropping her for Maeve. Keith had put a stop to his attempts but Liam managed to slip a few past his old president. It bothered her but she was use to it considering most of the Sons were only interested in sex and booze.

Maeve hadn't seen the Scot in a while, figuring he was off with his brothers getting piss ass drunk. She didn't mind, she didn't need to talk to Filip. She could only see her bringing up bad memories for him. Maeve did notice that someone had smuggled Fiona and Kerrianne to SAMBEL's headquarters so Filip could see them earlier. Maeve was somewhat disheartened. She expected that he wouldn't easily kiss him wife who had married another man. Of course, Fiona hadn't planned on marrying Jimmy and was forced, but she didn't seem to mind now.

"A drink, lass?" The distinct Scottish accent made Maeve look up to see Filip standing in front of her. "Preferably whiskey."

"Anythin' for ya, Scot." Maeve nodded and poured him a glass full of straight Irish Whiskey. He took a large gulp, loving the burn that nestled in his throat. "Enjoyin' tha party?"

"Ye could say so. The Sons throw amazing parties, lass." Filip noticed her face, not understanding why she didn't like the party. "Ya look bored… Ya not like the party?"

"I never do."

"And why's that?" He took another gulp of whiskey and held the glass out to her so she could sip it. "Lot of booze and men." He regretted his words as soon as he said them.

"I don't sleep with men 'ere for fun. I've had too much gropin' for me likin' and wish I never offered up my services ta Keith. It's disgusting half tha time."

"Ya should tell Keith that, love." Filip nodded at her. "Don't let him think ya like this job, assert yaself. Thanks for tha drink, Maeve, I'll be seein' ya later." The Scot sauntered away, making Maeve blush angrily at his words. He was right. She shouldn't let Keith think she was there because she liked being groped and shoved around. She leaned against the bar and fiddled with a shot glass, her eyes watching Filip join his friends by the picnic tables. She saw Trinity eying Jax Teller from far away and knew that her interest had to be stopped. If only Trinity knew that Jax was her half-brother, but it wasn't Maeve's decision to make, it was Maureen's.

Maeve let herself think of Maureen for a moment, knowing that she was probably holed up in her apartment, passed out. It had been a known fact that Maureen liked to cozy up with a bottle before bed. In this life, whiskey and beer became your best friend. Maeve sighed and looked at the time, hoping it was almost two a.m. She got to leave at two in the morning since many of the men were already home, enjoying a tumble in bed or passed out at that time. Luckily for her, it was just about two so she packed up her stuff, wiped the bar down and crossed the parking lot to leave. She had been hoping to avoid Liam but he was quick to catch her by the arm and stop her.

"Ye best be lettin' go of me arm, Liam." Maeve grumbled, her eyes rolling.

"Now, lass, I think it's 'bout time ya give yerself ta me." Liam grinned with droopy eyes and a slurred voice. "I've been waitin' nearly three years!"

"And you'll be waitin' the rest of yer life!" She hissed and pulled her arm from his grasp, making him stumble. "Now go back ta the party and yer old lady, leave me be."

"Éisteann tú anseo, soith!" (You listen here, bitch!) Liam shouted in Irish, attracting a few passing people. "Cherry might be me old lady, but I want ya. Beidh mé a ghlacadh cad mianach!" (I will take what's mine!) He ground out, his hand gripping her wrist tightly. Seamus Ryan, the V.P., had noticed the argument and stood up. A few of the Sons went to move in but a hand grabbed Liam's arm and swung him away from Maeve. The Scot.

"Tá fadhb, Liam?" (There a problem, Liam?) Filip asked tightly, his body moving in front of Maeve's. "Go on home, ya drunken Irishman." Liam stumbled off, shoving Keith away from him when they met in the middle. Maeve sighed in relief. "Lass, ya gotta stop with yer charm. It attracts bad attention."

"He's always been like tha'." Maeve sighed. "Thank ya, Scot."

"Tú, agus mé ag dul chun labhairt amárach, londubh." (You and I are going to talk tomorrow, lass) The Scot stated and moved off to his brothers', making Maeve shake her head before walking across the lot to her home.

Maeve didn't wake up till nearly eleven and realized that she had to work today with Trinity, since Maureen would be hungover. Cursing to herself, Maeve changed into tight jeans and a simple blouse before leaving the house. Making sure her curly hair was pulled into an updo, she flew across the parking lot in her heels, ignoring the few MC members who greeted her. Trinity was handling the store by herself and had managed to multitask in stocking shelves and checking customers out. It seemed the Maeve wasn't needed but the young woman grinned in relief when her 'aunt' showed up.

"Yer ma' not up?" Maeve asked worriedly, glancing at the time.

"No, but she'll be fine, Aunt Maeve." Trinity smiled lightly but Maeve could see the sadness in her eyes. She hated seeing her mother drink herself into oblivion. "Mind goin' in back ta grab some more items?"

"Anythin' for ya." The older woman moved into the back room after she was handed a list, reaching for some of the needed things. She noted that she would have to order for supplies and provisions, they were getting low on multiple things. Barely able to reach a few cans Maeve sighed and slid them off the shelf, nearly getting her head knocked in the process. "Shite." She growled as she grabbed the fallen cans, knowing that her idea had been dumb.

"Aunt Maeve?" She looked up at Trinity to see her standing in the doorway with Filip. "Mr. Telford wants ta speak with ya."

"Can it wait, Filip?" Maeve sighed. "I need ta help Trin out, her ma' isn't around yet." The Scot nodded and mentioned that he was going out to smoke. When he was out of earshot Trinity gave her aunt an excited look and bounced on her heels. "Wha'?"

"Him. Ya got yaself a looker, auntie." Trinity looked like a chesire cat.

"Filip? I ain't datin' him, lass, he is a family friend." Maeve shrugged. "He has an estranged wife and little girl bout yer age."

"So? I heard tha' his wife is married ta Jimmy O'Phelan."

"Ya don't speak of that here, girl." The older woman scolded. "It is rude ta talk about other's business. Now get ta work, I'm gonna take a break."

"Take yer time." Trinity couldn't help the smile that bloomed on her face. Despite what Maeve said, she knew that something was going to happen between the two. It was time for her aunt to be loved for once.