Opie lit his cigarette and stared at the lights blazing from the inside of the clubhouse. For a second, he had the urge to jump back on his bike and go home to be with his family, but he couldn't do that. For starters, it was Tig's birthday, and you don't miss a party for a fellow brother. He tried to explain that to Donna as they fought over him disappearing for the evening, but as always it didn't register with her.

He saw Abby's car parked cockeyed in the parking lot which indicated she had begun the party before arriving. He secretly had hoped she would just stay at home, but he knew that was wishful thinking. Ever since the kidnapping, Abby wasn't herself. Then again, who could blame her. For Opie and all of his brothers, shit like that was second nature, but for someone like Abby, it wasn't. Even though she was staying in Charming, Opie knew she really wanted Juice to leave so they could start fresh in Chicago. Juice was too scared to do that, so she was staying for him. He knew it was causing a rift between them especially since Donna told him that Juice hadn't talked to Abby in two days.

He pushed the front door open and groaned. Things were already out of control and he just wasn't in the mood. Looking down at the whiskey he brought to give to the birthday boy, he mumbled 'fuck it' and opened it quickly to take a long swig from the bottle.

Scanning the room, he saw his dad sitting at the end of the bar with a bottle of tequila in his hand while chatting up a blonde. Tig was in the middle of the room getting a lap dance by a brunette and a massage from another one. The other guys were partaking in some of the same stuff which wasn't surprising.

Opie brought his eyes back across the room and stopped when he saw a mane of straight jet-black hair that looked oddly familiar. Taking a few steps closer to get a better look, he felt his blood begin to boil. "What the fuck?" He gripped the bottle of whiskey tightly, bringing it to his lips, grimacing as it burned going down.

Across the room was Jessie Phillips with her limbs wrapped around Juice as they did their version of dancing to the music blaring across the speakers. He began to make his way to where this charade was happening. He didn't give a shit that this was Tig's birthday party, he was going to break this up even if it resulted in a little bit of blood.

As he made his way to the middle of the floor, Jax intercepted him, pulling him to the side of the room.

"Dude, I really fucked something up," Jax nervously began, eyes darting wildly.

"I don't have time for your Wendy drama," Opie growled. "I need to go knock some sense into Juan Carlos Ortiz." Opie took a step away from Jax but was pulled back by his childhood friend.

"Yeah, I think I fucking did that."

Opie turned to face Jax as he watched Jax recoil back. "What do you mean you think you did that?"

Jax fumbled to light a cigarette as he brought his eyes up to the blazing dark ones in front of him. "I was having a meeting with Clay and Bobby a couple days ago about Darby. Somehow, we started bullshitting about some of the girls that had been coming around. Clay asked about Jessie, saying that Tig really had a thing for her and could Wendy invite her to come to the party as a birthday gift to Tig."

Opie shoved Jax against the wall, the cigarette falling out of Jax's hand. "Did it occur to you that Abby and Jessie hate each other?" He watched as Jax began to open his mouth, but he cut him off. "Or that Bobby wants Abby to leave Charming and would do whatever to get her the hell out of here?"

"Dude, Bobby was sitting there doing paperwork not really paying attention to what Clay was saying. Not to mention, she's not Clay's niece so no it didn't fucking dawn on me that this was some setup."

Opie eased up on his grip and let Jax go. He could see in Jax's eyes that he was telling the truth. Slowly, the duo turned to look at the show being put on between Juice and Jessie. "So, answer me this, why the hell is Juice all over her?" Jax asked, lighting another cigarette. "I realize that they wanted Jessie here to add to the reasons for Abby to leave, but this makes me think that Juice is…"

Opie could feel Jax's gaze turn to face him as he nodded. "In on it too."

"Ah fuck," Jax mumbled. "I feel like such an asshole. Seeing Juice with the one person Abby hates would be just the thing to get her to leave Juice and Charming."

The guys stood there motionless both trying to decide the best course of action. Opie spoke first. "Alright, one of us should try to get Jessie away from Juice to talk to him and one of us needs to find Abby."

"I'll take Juice," Jax chirped. "Last I saw Abby, she was at the bar doing shots of tequila with your Pop. Sometimes drunk Abby is fine, but not if she's pissed off. You're the only one that she listens to when she's fucked up."

Opie groaned as Jax sauntered away into the crowd of people filling the clubhouse. "Sorry Tig," he mumbled as he opened the bottle of alcohol again and chugged away. "So much for your birthday gift."

He made his way over to the bar where his dad was still sitting with a bottle of tequila in his hand. "Pop," Opie started as he stopped beside the burly older man. "Have you seen Abby?"

"Not for a while," Piney began his voice sounding more gravelly than normal. "I sure wish she was still here. She was a lot more fun than these other broads here."

Opie sighed, lighting a cigarette. "Do you know where she went?"

Piney turned to face him, his eyes bloodshot from all the alcohol consumption. "Hey, don't bother that girl. She's having a bad night and doesn't need your ass nagging her about the shit going on."

"Whatever, Pop," Opie grumbled and put the half empty bottle of whiskey in front of him. "Here, enjoy." He stormed away from the bar and into the crowd.

Scanning the crowd, the scene hadn't changed much. Tig was getting more lap dances and massages from another round of girls. Juice and Jessie were still all over each other. He had hoped to see Jax breaking up the two of them, but as his eyes made their way across the floor, he saw Wendy had cornered Jax and was draping herself across him as he tried to steady her.

"Fucking great," Opie growled. He didn't know why he had recruited Jax to help sort this mess out. He should have known better since Wendy was here. Clearly pregnancy wasn't changing who she was.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Chibs and the very person he was looking for. Chibs had a hold of Abby's elbow as she was bent over struggling to get out of her black, studded high heels. "Shit," Opie muttered as he pushed through the group of guys standing in front of him.

As he approached the duo, Chibs locked eyes with him with the same concerned look for the drunk girl who was hobbling to slip out of her second shoe.

"Abby, what are you doing?"

She whipped around, Chibs grabbing her side as she pushed away from his grip. She slipped her black leather jacket off revealing a dark green shirt that was almost completely backless. She let the coat fall out of her hand as Chibs intercepted it.

"So, what, you're dressing like a two-bit hooker now?" Opie snapped, grabbing her other elbow as she toppled to the side.

Abby shrugged her shoulders. "Sure, why not? Maybe I'll get some attention this way."

She took Chibs's cigarettes from his hand and fumbled to pull one out. Chibs looked back at Opie and shrugged as he lit it for her. "It's the only thing keeping her calm," he answered before Opie could say anything.

Opie yanked her to the side, startling her out of her blank stare. "You're sure as hell going to get attention, but it's not going to be the kind you want. I'm not going to watch you make a complete ass out of yourself."

She ripped her arm out of his grip, puffing away on the cigarette. "I don't need you to babysit me. I'm fine."

"You're fine?" He pointed to where Juice and Jessie were practically feeling each other up in the corner. "Is that fine Abby, tell me is that fucking fine with you?"

Abby shrugged her shoulders and took a step back, bumping into Chibs. "Whatever, if he wants an easy lay, he has the right girl." She wrapped her arm around Chibs's neck. "Maybe I picked the wrong Son."

"I'm flattered lass, but I'm pretty sure you won't mean that in the morning," Chibs countered, putting his arm around her waist to keep from having her knock the both of them to the floor.

Opie let his head fall forward, letting out a long sigh. He looked up at Chibs who was talking quietly with Abby. Chibs managed to get her to a chair a few feet behind them. He helped her to sit, handed her his cigarettes, lighter and a half empty bottle of beer. He kissed her lightly on the top of the head and turned in Opie's direction.

"This is turning into a shit show," Chibs commented, lighting the lone cigarette he had wrangled out of his pack that was now residing with Abby.

"That's an understatement," Opie muttered. He looked back over his shoulder to see that Wendy had Jax in a bear hug and was grinding up against him. He pointed over his shoulder at their vice president. "That jackass was to be getting Juice away from Jessie, but as you can see that didn't happen."

Chibs rolled his eyes and looked back over his shoulder at Abby. She had her head resting against the wall behind her as she puffed away on a cigarette. "What should we do about her?"

Opie pushed his hat back and scratched his head. "She needs to sober up a little. That's probably going to be a fucking task, but that needs to happen. Can you walk her around outside? She seems to be alright with you."

"No problem," Chibs replied. "What are you going to do?"

Opie looked around the room. "I'm not sure yet, but I'll figure it out." He nodded as Chibs clapped his back and headed back to where Abby was. Opie watched as she clumsily got up from her seat and draped herself against Chibs, giggling and flirting with the Scot as they disappeared into the crowd. Now, he needed to come up with a plan to keep this evening from getting worse than it already was.

Abby was sitting on the picnic bench with her jacket draped over her shoulders, drinking a bottle of water, when Opie made his way outside. Chibs was lighting a cigarette for her as he puffed away on one himself.

"So, you're a drunk and a smoker now, huh?" Opie said gruffly as he sidled up beside her.

"And apparently a two-bit hooker," she mumbled, staring into the darkness of the parking lot.

Chibs pulled Opie aside and asked, "what the hell is going on in there?"

Opie lit a cigarette, taking in the calming effect of the nicotine. "I'm not a hundred percent sure, but Jax and I think that Bobby and Clay orchestrated this debacle tonight."

"What the hell for?"

"So, Abby will go off to Chicago as planned."

"Shit," Chibs scoffed, looking back at Abby still staring straight ahead. "Do ya want me to talk to Juicey?"

"I doubt he'll cop to anything. I went over to where Bobby and Clay were hanging out and mentioned the state that Abby was in. Bobby acted like he was completely oblivious to what was going on."

"I know Bobby wants what's best for Abby, but breaking her fucking heart isn't the way to go about it."

"No shit," Opie mumbled. He stared at his friend whose lost look on her face made him sick at his stomach. They had been through a ton of shit together, but this by far was the worst thing yet. He hated seeing her destroyed like this. He snapped his attention back to Chibs. "Go and enjoy the party. I can handle it from here."

Chibs nodded, patting him on the back. "If you need me, you know where to find me." Opie threw his cigarette into the darkness, stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked over to where she was sitting.

Sliding onto the picnic bench beside her, he felt her stiffen up. "Do you want to talk about it?"

She threw her cigarette onto the porch and stared at the ashes as they burnt out. "What about? About the fact that my boyfriend is practically having sex with that whore Jessie Phillips?" She turned her eyes toward Opie a mix of tears and rage burning through them.

"You need to talk to him."

"About what Ope? What the fuck do I need to talk to him about?" she yelled.

Opie looked around at the few stragglers outside that were staring over at the two of them. As they caught his eye, they quickly went back to what they were doing. Turning back to her, he lowered his voice. "Look, I know you love him, and he loves you. I also know that things have been a bit tough lately for the two of you."

"Yeah, my uncle being a total ass and a kidnapping certainly kills the mood," she sarcastically shot back.

"Hey," he raised his voice. "I know you're hurting, but don't get that fucking attitude with me. I'm trying to help you out."

Abby lowered her head and touched his knee. "I know you are. Thanks," she whispered.

Opie stood up and turned to face her, stretching his hand out to meet hers. "Why don't we go back inside, and you can decide how to handle this?"

She took his hand and smiled meekly. "Can I get a beer?"

He groaned, rolling his eyes. She had managed to sober up some so he wasn't wild about the idea, but he didn't want to fight with her either. "One beer, but no more liquor; that's what turns you into a fucking nightmare."

Holding the door open for her, he watched as she chuckled softly at his last comment. Even though it appeared he had convinced her to focus on taking care of things with Juice, Opie couldn't shake the knot in the pit of his stomach.

Abby sat on a bar stool across from Piney, laughing at some story he was telling about one of his adventures in the war. In true Piney fashion, he was making it rather lively which was probably due to the tequila. Chibs had found his way back to Opie and Abby. He was now standing next to her, keeping a watchful eye on how much she was drinking and laughing along with everyone.

Opie saw Jax pushing through the crowd to make his way to the bar. Opie grabbed his elbow tightly and pulled him away. "What the hell happened to you?"

"Ah, man, Wendy was completely fucked up. I was trying to get her to go back to one of the dorm rooms to lie down, but she wasn't having it. I finally have her tucked away in a corner."

"So, you didn't talk to Juice?"

Jax shook his head "no," ignoring Opie groaning at his response. "I can tell you that Jessie left."

"How do you know this?"

"One of the girls told Wendy that she had cut out for the evening. I don't know if it even registered with Wendy, but I definitely heard her say that." Jax stopped and motioned in Abby's direction. "She should go find Juice to figure out what the hell happened tonight."

"I was trying to push her in that direction, but she's being stubborn," Opie answered, turning, and heading Abby's way.

He stopped beside her and looked at Piney. "Hey Pop, I need to steal Abby for a second." Ignoring his dad expressing his dislike of that statement. He pulled her over to where Jax was.

"Have you come to a decision about talking to Juice?" Opie questioned.

Abby shrugged her shoulders, taking the last swig of her beer. "Last I checked he was busy with a half-naked skank."

Jax chimed in. "She left. I heard one of the crow eaters mention it to Wendy that she bailed for the night."

"You need to find Juice and talk to him," Opie continued, not letting her get a word in. He knew she would just argue or make excuses. "Come on Abby, find out what's going on so you can get some peace and go about your fucking life wherever that may be."

Shoving the empty beer bottle in his direction, she straightened her jacket. "Fine, where the hell is he?"

Opie breathed a sigh of relief. He motioned to Jax to follow along with them. They ran into one of the prospects stumbling across the room with a chick attached to his side. "Where's Juice?" Opie heard Jax bark the question at the young guy. The three turned as he motioned in the direction of the dorm rooms and mumbled something about Juice going to lay down.

After he stumbled by, Jax and Opie turned to Abby. Without a word, she turned and headed toward the hallway leading to the dorm rooms. The guys leaned against each side of the doorway, simultaneously lighting cigarettes. Opie rested his head on the hard wood behind him and shut his eyes. He hoped they could reach some sort of agreement so Abby could get out of the hell that was consuming her head and he could go the hell home.

As he felt himself drift off slightly, he heard Gemma's voice sounding urgent as she called for Jax. Probably some Wendy drama, he thought as he went back to thinking about how to smooth things over with Donna.

"Opie, dude, we gotta go back there," Jax yelled, rushing past him.

"What?" he snapped, looking at Gemma who had him by the arm and was trying to pull him toward the rooms.

He could hear screaming and banging coming from the other side of the half open door at the end of the hallway. When he entered the room, he felt like everything went into slow motion as he saw Juice standing over two bodies rolling around on the floor. Juice had a shell-shocked look on his face as he stood there in his boxer briefs not moving.

Jax had pushed past Juice and yelled "Opie." Opie rushed over to Juice's side and for an instant froze as the scene in front of him registered in his head. Abby was on top of Jessie, slapping the shit out of her. Jessie was trying to shield her face, but it wasn't doing any good as each slap hit her cheek and the bare skin on her upper body. Opie heard Chibs enter the room, yelling, "what the fuck?" as Gemma yelled something to him.

Jax had managed to grab Abby and pulled her backwards only to get clocked across the cheek by her. He let go of Abby, shocked by her action, which allowed her to jump back on the long-legged Jessie who was trying to get onto her elbows.

Opie stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Abby's waist, lifting her up as her legs flailed in front of her like a two-year old throwing a tantrum. Jax pulled Jessie up and pushed her in the direction of the door.

"Get this skanky whore out of here," Gemma yelled at Chibs, as she threw Jessie's clothes at her. Chibs took Jessie by the elbow and led her out of the room.

"Did you know about this?" Opie yelled in Jax's direction.

"Hell no, man," he yelled back. "That red headed crow eater told Wendy that Jessie split for the night. I had nothing to do with any of this."

Opie nodded, keeping his grip on Abby who was screaming to be put down. He glanced over his shoulders as he heard more footsteps enter the room. He could feel his blood boil as Clay stood there puffing away on a cigar looking completely unfazed. Bobby looked slightly more concerned, but not as concerned as one would think he should be.

Opie leaned close to Abby's ear. "I'll put you down, but you have to get your shit together." He felt her go limp and her breathing start to come down to a normal pace. Swallowing hard, he brought her to the ground then slowly took his arms away from around her.

Juice had pulled his pants back on. He stared at Jax and Opie with a look of fear on his face. As Abby approached him, he turned his eyes toward her, the look going from fear to sadness. He reached out to her. "Abby," he whispered.

The room went dead silent as the sound of her palm meeting the side of his face filled the air. After what seemed like forever, Opie stepped forward, but Jax grabbed his forearm. Opie knew he had to let her take care of this, but the protective side of him wanted to handle it for her.

"Are you going to say anything?" she asked calmly, staring directly into his eyes.

Juice's eye were staring back at hers looking completely blank. He stood motionless not saying anything as the room looked on.

"Say something," she spoke again.

He kept his eyes on her as his body grew more and more rigid. The silence coming from him seemed deafening.

"Say something!" Abby yelled, balling up her fists.

Opie shifted in place wanting to step in and do something; anything. He watched as Abby swiftly stepped forward toward Juice. She hit his chest and screamed "Don't just stand there, say something!"

Quickly, Opie surveyed the room. Clay and Bobby were standing along the back of the room not doing a thing. Jax had taken a few steps back and had one eye on his feet, the other on the couple in front of them. As he made his eyes back around, he caught Gemma who motioned for him to intervene just as Abby hit Juice's chest again, continuing to scream the same thing over and over.

As her hand was about to connect with his chest once more, Opie stopped her. "Abby," he whispered as she ripped her hand back. She spun around on her heels and started for the door. Gemma was calling out to her, but she just kept going until she disappeared into the hallway.

Ripping his hat off, Opie threw it across the room. "Fuck," he yelled, spinning around to face Juice. He stopped himself as he felt his fist begin to move forward. The look in Juice's eyes was all too familiar. He recognized that same look every time he upset or let down Donna. He could only imagine the feelings coursing through Juice's body were ten times worse than the look on his face.

"Ope, are you going to go get her?" Gemma barked.

Without saying a word, Opie made his way to the door. He looked at Clay who almost seemed to have a twinkle in his eye. Directing his eyes to Bobby, he could almost see the guilt seeping from him. "Hope you're happy," Opie growled, storming out of the door and toward the main part of the clubhouse.

Abby was standing at the bar, throwing back a shot of vodka. Chibs had walked over to her and was saying something in her ear, but she didn't seem to be listening. He caught her eye and that's all it took for the water to begin glistening in them.

"Come on, let me get you out of here," Opie said, as he reached the bar.

She let her head fall, the curls covering her face as she meekly shook her head. He put his hand on her shoulder and led her out the door into the cool night air. Abby sunk to the ground, her body heaving from the sobs and tears coming from inside of her.

Slowly, he helped her to stand. Wrapping his arm around her, he helped her into her car then slid into the driver seat. Turning the keys to start the ignition, he glanced over at her curled up in a ball looking completely helpless.