《Lombardi - Finn Shelby》The Marquis
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I was in the betting shop and there was a knock of the door, it was pretty soft.
"We're not open for winnings yet!" Esme shouted putting the books she was carrying on the table.
"I'm here to see Thomas Shelby." A woman shouted through the door, was it a new prostitute or something? Esme looked at me and I shrugged, she went to go get the door.
I sat on a chair and waited for Esme to come back, a woman was behind her, she looked very posh to be from around here. Esme stood in front of her.
"May Carleton." the woman said putting her hand out. She sounds too posh to be from around here.
"Mr Shelby has his proper meeting in his other office." Esme said keeping her arms crossed.
"This was the address that he gave me." May explained.
"He gave you this address?" Esme questioned.
"He said it was a gambling den" May explained.
She talked about some 'telegraph' and how she wanted to see a gambling den. Huh to be honest I thought she was an escort, still do to be honest.
"I'll wait in the car." May said beginning to leave.
"If you open that door again, they'll all want to come in." I explained, pointing to the door, making May turn back and look at me.
"Like flies." Esme added walked back to the books and put them on a different table.
"So what are you?" I asked her.
"What am I?" She said walking closer to me and Esme.
"To Thomas?" I continued as Esme walked around me.
"I'm going to train his racehorse." May replied. "For Epsom." I nodded to her, I can't figure out whether I like her or not.
"You know horses?" Esme asked.
"Yes," May shortly said. "You?"
"Born riding." Esme said glaring at May again. "Slept in a manger when I was a baby." she continued.
Wait 'slept in a manger' like Jesus?
John suddenly burst through making us all look at him by the loud noise, he looked at May and pulled a face.
"He's told us a lot about you." John said and May questioned him on Tommy's whereabouts. John nodded his head to Tommy who came in apologising about his lateness.
Wait Thomas Shelby apologising? Who is he?
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I leaned on the desk and I felt Tommy glare at me "Fuck off." I said to him and looked at back at May, not wanting to argue in front of May.
"So be my guest." Thomas said pointing across to everything. May walked around and I stared at her. Esme sat back in her seat opposite me and went through the books on her desk.
He told her where everything was and she asked about the coppers and about how she was treated like royalty once she mentioned Tommy's name.
I rolled my eyes and looked at Esme lifting an eyebrow. Thomas soon walked away with May trailing behind.
"I didn't like her very much. She's like a spoilt brat 'when I mentioned your name I was treated like a queen'." I mocked to Esme who nodded smiling.
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I was sat in the Garrison all dressed up, next to Finn and John gave him the choice of mild or mild. Which Finn laughed and chose mild.
I was dressed up because it was Michaels birthday lucky sod. We were all waiting for him and Polly.
"There he is, look." Arthur said and everyone stood up cheering for the birthday boy, clapping for him.
"Happy birthday Michael." Thomas said shaking his hand as Michael grinned.
"Eighteen years old, you're a man today." Arthur cheered. "Give him a drink, John boy." Arthur told John and he gave Michael a drink.
"Arthur!" Polly snapped at Arthur. We all laughed a bit. Thomas gave Michael a pocket watch and told him he got the job. Polly grinned and hugged him tight.
"Alright, lets get him drunk." John joked.
"Alright whiskey." Arthur joined.
"No whiskey." Thomas pointed to Arthur.
"A toast." Thomas said holding up his drink. "To Michael." Thomas said and I quickly swiped Finn's drink from him and drank it in one.
"Rose!"
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Today Finn told me I looked bad in my new outfit and I was mad at him for being stupid. Like how rude, yes he really knows how to complement a girl.
So I decided to be with Isaiah as he was nice to me.
"Day rate, seven shillings." Michael boringly said.
"Lets go get a drink." Isaiah suggested bored as well.
"No I'm alright." Michael said busy with work, he was taking work too seriously.
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"Come on it's payday." Isaiah groaned. "Everyone has a drink on payday." he continued.
"Not me." Michael said.
"Oh shove off. Bullshit." I said leaning against the wall.
"You think your mum don't have a drink on payday?" Isiah said trying to get Michael to go. Although Michael was barley listening Isaiah kept going.
"So you're using me?" Michael asked pointing his pen at Isaiah and he laughed.
"Yeah, come on." Isaiah admitted and he finally decided to go.
—
I don't know why but they let me come with them, lucky me I guess. We walked through the doors of 'The Marquis' and there were so many people laughing about, it was a really crowded place.
"Girls go out on their own now." Isaiah said checking girls out who walked past, whilst I shook my head.
"Fuck that we're Peaky's, 3 whiskeys."
"Isaiah. Only two whiskeys and the weakest thing you have." I told the bartender.
"Oh let loose Rose." Isaiah said pushing me lightly. Isaiah gave Michael a cigarette and he lit it and inhaled it, he had trouble though. Guess he's never smoked before.
"You'll get used to it. Then you can't stop unlike Rose who will never." Isaiah chuckled as I hit him on the arm.
A man then whistled behind us. "I don't drink with blacks." the man announced to Isaiah.
"Here we fucking go." Isaiah complained and I rolled my eyes.
"Paddy they're okay." The bartender said warning Paddy.
"Not with me they're not, I don't drink in pubs with freaks, what's wrong with her eyes?" Paddy said picking on me.
"So leave." Michael suggested.
"Yeah piss off." I added quietly.
"Look by dad is a preacher round here. He has connections." Isaiah said trying to get the racist man to leave.
"I couldn't give a fuck who he is." Paddy said making me angry. The bartender warned Paddy again but Paddy wouldn't leave us alone.
"You know something just fuck off you bastard." I barked at Paddy.
"Leave it Rose." Michael said bringing me back and Isaiah went closer to Paddy.
"We can go to my cousins pub." Michael suggested.
"I like it here." Isaiah argued.
Paddy then swore at Isaiah and punched him in the face. Michael then joined the fight. Glass smashed next to me and it cut parts of my hand, I did not want to be a part of this fight.
I got up and moved away from the scene but someone grabbed my shoulder so I quickly spin around and punched them in the face and kicked their stomach with my heels.
Michael quickly came over and helped me by throwing the man in a table making more glasses smash.
The bartender soon broke it up and Paddy quickly apologised.
"We ordered some drinks. And we're going to drink them." Michael ordered as I picked glass out of my clothes cutting my hands even more by my sharp movements.
This was a complete mess.
—
We walked to the Garrison and Isaiah and Michael were talking about the events whilst I tried to calm the cuts in my hand.
"I think I need some more drinks after that." I joined in. We all walked in and sat down.
"What's happened to you been scrapping?" Arthur asked smirking and Michael explained what happened.
"What were you doing there Rose?" John asked looking at my hands.
"Finn was being mean earlier so I joined Isaiah and Michael, anyone got some cloth or a rag?" I asked leaning over to take Finns cigarette.
After the events I couldn't stop smoking. Probably just the nerves, but let's just hope I don't become addicted to it.
"'Ere Rose." Arthur said handing me some cloth, and I nodded to him, thanking him.
"Rose here has a good punch almost knocked him out." Michael grinned.
"Shut up." I said dabbing my wounds, quietly chuckling.
"The Marquis aye. Where's your dad?" Arthur asked as the three of them stood up and then pushed Finn back down.
"Preaching." Isaiah shrugged.
"Right." John and Arthur started to leave and Michael asked them questions. I got up and sat next to Finn.
"You still need to apologised." I said pretending to be angry at him, like how can I be angry with him?
"I'm sorry Rose, I was supposed to say you look amazing." Finn said putting his arm around me.
"Missed me that much huh?" I teased him and he shook his head laughing.
I crushed his cigarette and took his drink and chugged it.
"Every fucking time Rose."
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