Table for one

[R.A.W.R.]

Deiter sat alone at the empty table with a pint of ale in his hands. He'd been nursing the glass while he contemplated the grain in the wood of the table.

[Ikon]

The sound of glass breaking comes from the back room behind the bar. Amidst the violent outbreak faint sobbing can be heard.

[R.A.W.R.]

"Meave, You okay??" He asked as he stood to see what had happened behide the bar. still remaining on gaurd

[Ikon]

At the sound, Maeve launched a pint glass at the doorway. Glass shards ripped through the air landing with a cacophony of bitter, and sharp tones.

"Get the Fuck ou..." Maeve paused as she noted it was Dieter. tears flooded her eyes again, as she attempted to wipe them away.

"Oh Dieter, poor poor, Dieter." She grabbed the half empty bottle of tequila and a couple of glasses. "Let's have a seat, lad." She moved passed him and moved over to Quinn's favorite booth.

[R.A.W.R.]

What is going on? and why are you crying??

[Ikon]

Meave pours out two stiff and large drinks. A tear falls from her cheek as she lifts her glass and downs a large gulp.

With a deep Gaze she stared into Dieter, her blue eyes seemed to rage with a deep sadness.

"He loved you, you know." With her other hand she wiped more tears from her face. "They both did." She said as she took another swig.

[R.A.W.R.]

"They who, Meave tell me what happened." the look on his face suddenly worried.

[Ikon]

"You want to know the worst of it?" She drank again then continued not waiting for an answer. I was going to leave him, cause I was tired of his affairs."Aren't I proper bitch?" She Poured another drink and sobbed a little.
"Looks like the old bastard beat me to it."

[Ikon]

Silently Maeve drank her scotch, when the glass was empty she looked at how the light refracted through the facets, enhancing the knowledge that it was empty like her.

[R.A.W.R.]

he stands up suddenly... "Meave, where are the uncles, what happened... TELL ME"

[Ikon]

Looking up from the glass a Irish storm brewing in her eyes, she cast the empty glass against the stone wall.

"They're dead, Dieter they're Fuckin' Dead! Whistler and Ollie are dead"."

[R.A.W.R.]

He stumbles, in a true disbelief... the rage boiling to the surface... almost throwing him in its waves... "That cant happen. They must b... It would have to..... Oh my god...."

[R.A.W.R.]

"where is jonah, wheres William, WHERES BRENNA

[Ikon]

The shocked look on Dieters face triggered something in the Irish womans mind. "tell me Dieter where were you?! Where were you when they died?!"

[R.A.W.R.]

"Meave, look at me, Where is my FAMILY''

[R.A.W.R.]

"Where were they?"

[Ikon]

"WHERE WERE YOU!?!" Maeve screamed at the ahroun. A part of her wanting to join her lover. In one quick motion she launched herself at the large man, and attacked him Pounding at him, as she screamed. "WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP IT?!?"

[R.A.W.R.]

"its ok," He said as he held her to him, like a brother, comforting her hold her until she stops fight, just to let the tears flow. Once she is more collected.

[Ikon]

Maeve's eyes furrowed with a storm of helpless sorrow. She was angry. Angry at everyone.

unexpectedly Maeve's knee connected with Dieter's unnecessary parts. Retracting her knee from his groin, she slipped from his grasp, and spoke in a terrifyingly serious tone. The kind of tone that is quiet and calm but echo's with the fury of a thunder head.

"Do not coddle me! Answer me fuckin question, Dieter. Yes I know you're and Adren and I'm but a Kin. None the less I've stood up to Quinn since I was 18 and I'll stand up to ye as well!"

[Alden J. Blethen]

The door opens and standing in the door way is a young man, arms full of packages and a basket full of food and what looks to be an old bottle of some amber liquid. He slowly places the basket on the ground and arranges the packages.