After an unexplainable accident Annabelle finds herself hundred years in the past. In the boom of the 1920s, the era of Jazz and bootleggers. But it's not just the 20s she now has to deal with, she also happens to find herself stumble right into the...
Through the doors came Thomas Shelby, letting his gaze go through the entire pub until he made his way to the bar.
The only other guy standing next to me, quickly left to drink his whiskey somewhere else, as Tommy came to stand next to me.
Innerly I was completely freaking out, Thomas fucking Shelby was standing right next to me.
Even though I felt like passing out from excitement, I tried to be completely calm on the outside. After all I wasn't supposed to know who he was, so why react at all?
It seemed like he hasn't even noticed me, anyways. I didn't know if I should be glad or feel offended.
Completely neglecting my order Harry came rushing back with a bottle of whiskey, which he placed in front of the Shelby.
"On the house, Mr. Shelby."
Harry's words just confirmed for me that this was the in fact the first episode of 'Peaky Blinders'.
Without giving much about Harry's words, he placed two pounds on the bar counter. Shortly afterwards Harry came back with four glasses and a cup and placed them infront of me. From the corner of my eye I could see Tommy looking over to the table I sat at just a few minutes ago. While Harry was pouring the whiskey and rum into the glasses Freddie came over, to stand on Tommy's other side.
"The coffee will take a moment, love."
Harry told me, which I could only welcome, since that meant I would witness Tommy and Freddie's conversation.
Plus I wouldn't have to carry four glasses but only three at once, back to the table.
"I'll take a mild."
Freddie said to Harry and placed his empty beer glass on the counter. Just the moment he was taking one of the two pounds, Tommy had placed on the counter, I slid his glass of rum over to him, which he, probably out of reflex, caught.
