Abby chuckled lowly as she made her way through the slightly crowded bar. It was one of the few nights that she actually had off, where she could sit back and down a few drinks before stumbling home, Esme had offered to look after Isabel, knowing that Abby could spend the day laying hungover in bed and not worry about her kid burning something down or getting herself arrested, worries that most mother’s shouldn’t have but Isabel was a Blasko after all, it’s like they could smell out trouble and create it for themselves. Nodding to a few people she knew as she clutched the bourbon and coke tightly in her hands, trying to make her way back towards the smoking area and finally sit down and enjoy her drink in peace, perhaps she was getting too old for this shit after all, since when did girls wear such short shorts? What the fuck would their parents if they saw them?

it  didn’t  take  long  for  yael  to  figure  out  she  was  sitting  next  to  a  diablo  as  she    swore   she  recognised  abby’s  face  from  somewhere,  but  her  drunken state  of  mind  didn’t  seem  to  care  much.  the  woman  next  to her  had  most  likely  never  even  seen  her  before  and  although she’d  prefer  to    keep    it  that  way,  the  brunette  couldn’t  help  but  scoff.     ‘ i  can  handle  myself,  oh,  kind  lady.  ’    a  chuckle  leaves  liquor  stained  lips  as  eyes  roll  to accompany  her  demeanour,  digits  trailing  through  her  hair.     ‘  why  don’t  you  go  find  your  damsel  in  distress  somewhere    else,    hm   ?    ’ 

Abby watched as she saw Jackson’s now familiar bike pull up towards her, letting out a bated breath, glad that at least she knew the person who had stopped to help her- it was ironic, really; most would be nervous about a biker stopping to help them but Abby felt at east, especially having them from her own club, they were family, they helped each other out. Watching as he examined the car and letting out a sigh at his words. “Fucking figured as much,” she definitely couldn’t afford to get a new car at this point and she needed to be able to get her and Isabel around and a bike wasn’t the most sensible choice to cart a kid around. “Know anyone who is selling cheap, semi-decent cars?” She asked hopefully though she doubted as much. “Isabel will be shattered, she loved this piece of shit so much.”

Esme: Yeah yeah....

Esme: I guess. I don't know I just didn't think it would hurt this much. I mean it wasn't like a year or two years it was 7 almost 8 years.

Abby: look, it's always going to hurt kid.

Esme: no he did not lay hands on me. If he laid hands on me you know I would be laying hands back at them.

Esme: Hi, hello. have you ever met you? You literally scared the crap out of him for like two years.

Abby: good, just like I raised you to be.

Abby stood back slightly as she allowed the male to examine the car, she knew that things weren’t looking good for the car that had gotten through so much, but finding the funds to feed a growing child, pay the rent and bills and fix a car weren’t exactly easy and Abby was always too proud to ask anyone for a loan. She knew that most people in Newton weren’t exactly friendly towards people who were apart of the club but Abby had always been somewhat different, she was also a mother and Blasko, a juxtaposition of so many things- never just one thing at the same time. “I figured as much, she’s been dying for awhile now.” She confessed quietly, crossing her arms and leaning forward, glancing into the hood and seeing if she could see what the male was but only saw rusting car parts. Letting out a frustrated sigh, running a hand nervously through her raven curls. “and how much will all that cost?” She asked in a small voice, wondering how she’d afford the car parts and a mechanic. “I have like a hundred bucks aside for emergencies, so something tells me that it would cost more?”

Gesturing his hand out to his car, his smile remained the same. “Then, by all means, the passenger side door is open.” He hadn’t planned on taking a stranger around town for errands, but it wasn’t like he could back out now. Besides, there were worse things he could do with his time than work on his karma. Reaching up, he undid the prop on the hood, and allowed it to fall down and close. Dusting his hands off, he turned to look over his shoulder. “Did you need anything out of your truck? Keys? A bag?” He turned to face her, expression expectant as he waited. “Or did you plan on coming back here after we scoop up your rugrat?”

Abby studies the male carefully, even if he did turn out to be a creep, it’s not like Abby couldn’t defend herself, she’d taken care of herself more times than she could count and she could throw a wicked right hook if it was needed, plus she was pretty sure she had her knuckle busters in her handbag too, she rarely left the house without them. “Ma’am?” Abby couldn’t help but laugh at his formality, the last time someone had been so formal with her was when her daughter had cut off another girls hair in class. “No need to be so formal, just call me, Abby.” She answered honestly, raising a brow at him and waiting for him to give his name back.

Nodding her head as she reached into her truck and grabbed the keys and handbag, throwing the keys in the already disorganized handbag. “I’m honestly more concerned about picking my kid up at school than anything else.” She hated being late picking Isabel up, it reminded her of the times that no one showed up to pick her up from school and she didn’t want Isabel to have those same feelings, she’d never once missed a school pickup or drop off. “I’ll probably drop her off back home and than come back and deal with this piece of shit.”

Esme: I wasn't ready to tell anyone. I was also trying to process everything.

Esme: I know. I should've told you before. I also didn't want you to go on a murdering spree.

Abby: did he lay his hands on you or something?

Slowly he pulled his vehicle over, pulling up in front of her truck before stepping out into the cool afternoon breeze. Exhaling a sigh, he shoved his keys into his pocket as he approached. Lips twitching into a small knowing smile as he watched the woman beat down on her tire. Her frustration evident within her words. “Shitty cars? No.” He remarked shoulders rising and falling in a shrug of indifference. “Every other car, maybe — I mean I’m no mechanic but I know my way around under a hood.” Tone playful as he attempted to lighten the mood of the others situation. “How long you had her?” He added idly, stepping up to the hood as he peered down into the engine, hands shifting over several pieces as he did.

Abby felt herself openly rolling her eyes as she saw the people driving past her. She knew that part of the reason would be because of the people she was with, apart of the biker gang, even if she was merely the one who sat around and stopped war from breaking out, the one who occasionally broke the bad news to the rest of the club and yes, she had her bike sitting in the driveway but that was only because she loved bikes, her association had nothing to do with that love, being apart of the Diablos just made it easier to live in a town like Newton. Watching as a car finally appeared to stop and let out a sigh of relief, it seemed someone had finally taken pity on her. 

Stepping back slightly as the male got out of the car, she’d seen him around town a few times but had never spoken to him, she was pretty sure he was a firefighter but couldn’t confirm it. Nodding her head. “This is a piece of shit.” She answered bluntly, though the car had been loyal to her for thirteen years now. “You’d know more than me, I’m better with bikes.” She answered honestly and even then, her knowledge was somewhat limited, she wouldn’t be able to rebuild one like a lot of the family members. “About thirteen years now.” She admitted, it was only a matter of time before the already old truck gave out on her. “She’s been faithful until now but it was time, really.”

walking around aimlessly ( and in both stratford and newton, at that ) was apparently becoming one of his habits. it was better than hanging around at a bar and getting drunk, he supposed —  but then again, it wasn’t as if he’d stopped doing that anyway. these walks would just be added to a long and never-ending list of habits that he definitely didn’t need ; and this was one he didn’t want, either. it did make up for some interesting situations, though. there was always the possibility of running into people he’d rather not run into, but it seemed that was a risk he was willing to take. maybe he’d end up getting into a fight or two, something to actually distract him from his inner turmoil and send him right back into the thin limit keeping the clubs from another war. as he walked down the street, he noticed the figure standing near a truck  —  broken, he assumed. and his assumption was confirmed not even twenty seconds later. “ i know enough. ” bikes were more his speed for obvious reasons, but his father had taught him a thing or two about everything else as well before he’d passed. shitty cars were on the list. the corner of his lips twitched slightly, a hint of amusement crossing his features as she spoke. “ y’know, this sounds like the perfect start to one of those cliché horror movies. seems awfully familiar. ”