Her rage took her to the one place where an Irish lass's heart could seek refuge, a pub, because face it her people had no vacations, and had no real means of healthy relaxation. The world spun on it's axle and the poor were it's Atlas. One shot, two shot, three shot, four. She took down a whole bottle then had one more til day bled into night and the comfort of another bed stole her pain away for a short time.

Lips caressed, bodies meshed, then her world went black into a peaceful rest. Distant calls of the door knockers came through in the early AM and despite the massive hangover that seized her senses she rose up, quickly dressed, and slipped off to work, though it took her a minute as she stepped out the door to figure out just exactly where she was.

By night fall the following day she had managed to work it all out, or at least come down from the destructive pains that had seized the reigns the day before as the sun set on the world and she shuffled her way back home she entered the small room they shared with others only to find she wasn't there. She sighed and looked over to Martha who was cooking supper, "Where's Alina?"

Martha looked over to Ronan, she had figured the lass had buggered off a bit for everyone's good, but was glad to see her back. "She went to stay with the Binns lass."

Ronan frowned, "The who?"

"The people Ella works for," said Martha as she went to pull over a bucket and flip it over, giving it a pat.

"Oh." Ronan went to have a seat and looked to the food with longing, or perhaps it was something else.

"You have ah good time lass?" Martha said momentarily changing the subject.

"Aye, met ah bloke, ye know that sort of thing." She said with a bit of a shrug.

Martha quirked a brow and gave a sly smirk, "Oy, you did you cheeky thing? Did he have a big one?"

The red head blushed, "Martha!"

Martha didn't apologize, "Oh come on I've been with the same lad all me years least you could do is let me live ah bit through you."

Ronan gave a small nod and then made a measurement with her hands, "From what me recalls."

The older woman giggled and then Ronan giggled but it subsided into silence with a look of worry. "You know she's alright Ronan, the Binns are good people."

The young mother gave a nod, "I knows, just we not alright, me and Alina, and me don' know how to fix it."

Martha gave a sigh and stirred her pot for a moment and then the two began to talk in earnest, and by the end of it Ronan longed for the drink that Martha wouldn't give her but she would hold her, and offer her the only comfort she could the young woman, a mother's love, something Ronan herself was sorely lacking, as the conversation drew to an end Martha held the sobbing mess that was Ronan, "Now now lass, ye get through this, just like the good Lord tells us, this too shal pass, sh...There there, now tomorrow after work ye goin to be civil aye, goin to have ah good chat with ye wee bit. Hmm?" Ronan gave a solemn nod, and with a bit of sleep potion was put to rest.