The years in Belfast had not been kind to Alison in fact all the years offered her were a dead son, an exiled brother, and enough self hate to last a lifetime. It was funny how easily a place she called home transformed into a place she could barely stand to stay anymore, and yet here she was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Serving drinks to a bar full of Irish bastards looking for some tail or just looking to forget their troubles at home while Allie would give anything to have home troubles. Or a goddamn home at that. The lucky fucks had it pretty goddamn easy compared to half the people she knew, most of her acquaintances had struck a deal with the devil to live their cozy lifestyles, pushing guns for the True IRA to pad their pockets and Alison was one of them.
It was never about the money for her though, it was about being close to her brother Filip. She was practically attached to his hip growing up and she’d never really grown past that, not with how overly protective she was of him. Always desperate to keep an eye on him and well… she clearly did a bang up job with that. Filip was gone and while she fully intended to follow after him there was simply no getting out of guns, not in one piece at least. That was a betrayal one paid for in blood and Alison wasn’t looking to lose anything else to the IRA to pursue some selfish, trivial need. She’d much rather be stuck in a hell-hole than be the reason her brother ended up with a target on his back.
It could be worse. Allie reminded herself as she made her way to one of the corner tables, lips pulling into an almost genuine smile when she spotted the familiar cut of one of SAMBEL’s members –the closest thing to family Alison had these days. Though why they’d be be here when they had a fully stocked bar at the clubhouse was beyond her. Nevertheless she enjoyed their spontaneous visits, they always proved to be the perfect distraction from her thoughts. She backtracked, slipping behind the bar to pull a bottle of Jameson from the shelf before promptly returning to the table and tapping the biker on the shoulder.