"You just want to get me naked," Maeve answers with a smug little grin as she glances at the menu. Half the drinks are completely unfamiliar to her and in the end she just asks the bartender for the darkest stout they've got.

"It's just all this," she admits, turning back around to survey the party while the bartender gets their drinks. "I grew up in a caravan park, my dad was gone before I could walk, my mum was on drugs my whole life and only there for part of it anyway. The people who live in places like this were the ones who shit on me every chance they got."

And it had sucked. A lot. She'd built up walls, put on a prickly outer layer as best she could, and in the end it had separated her from nearly everyone except Aimee, and even Aimee she could only hang out with in secret.