A young woman sat at the bar, glass of whiskey in hand, her rusty brown hair framing her face and coming to a rest on her leather jacket. Her name was Cecile Stark and she was definitely not your average just-turned-19 year old girl.

She'd been orphaned since age 10, her father in jail for life for murdering her mother.

Her older brothers Drake and Jimmy had long since found their own families. Nevertheless, they still kept in touch as much as they could, skyping her so that she could meet her nephews and nieces. Drake had married a blonde woman named Rosalie, and they had three kids, a girl (Maria) and twin boys (Frank and Garth). Jimmy had marries a redhead girl called Zoe and they had a son, Peter.

They were truly loved and while she was happy for them, she was still sad that she had no-one. Her best friend Lucy was engaged to her boyfriend Zayn. He had moved all the way from Ireland just to be with her and keep her happy. When he proposed, Lily had left their gang, a gang of bikers, had the tattoo removed and settled into an apartment with him.

They were due to marry in about two weeks and the stress had finally gotten to Cecile.

She was staring at the whisky in her hand when a young man in a leather vest sat down at the bar next to her. He set down his helmet before calling the bartender for a beer. The bartender looked him over, asking him sceptically if he was under 18. The young man wrinkled his nose a little and retorted with;

"I'm sure, old timer. Turned nineteen last week."

She took the time to inspect him closer. He had light brown hair, cut short and spiked. Both his arms were covered in tattoos and he had a small beard growing on his chin.

He looked toward her and gave a mischievous grin, which she gladly returned.

To say that night was eventful... Well.

That would be an understatement.