The murder was on her mind whilst she got ready for the boxing match. How would she do it? Where would she do it? Would she be arrested?
She tried to push the thought away and focus on getting ready. Red lipstick, black dress, black fur coat and heels.
She had her hair down to her shoulders and made an attempt to dress up for the match. She decided she was attending with Oliver but there was no doubt she'd be placed in a 'Shelby Seat'.
He was dressed in a casual suit. "You are looking stunning." He commented and he opened the door of her wagon.
She was fixing her hair.
"Thank you. I've tried to make an effort but I don't want to come across too fancy. Do you think I look alright?" She asked, giving him a twirl.
He smiled. "You look fabulous as always."
She moved across the wagon, taking a wig of alcohol. "Thanks Oliver."
"You may want to speed up, we don't want to be late." He raised an eyebrow. She checked the time. They were to be late if they didn't leave now.
She passed the bottle to him and put on her heels. Oliver took a sip and placed it down.
Upon arrival the ticket man checked her for guns or weapons, groping her whilst she stood. He squeezed her ass and smirked at her before letting them both in and into the 'VIP' section.
She dismissed herself to the bathroom to adjust her makeup.
A woman in a yellow dress was there, conversing with someone in a stall. "What did Tommy say when you told him?" The woman in the stall asked.
Steph's eyebrow cocked. Where they on about Tommy Shelby? She wasn't sure if she truly wanted to know considering their circumstances.
"He said I'd get a weekly allowance." The yellow dress woman said, applying more makeup.
"Oh, he can be romantic."
She went over to the mirror and began spraying perfume.
The woman from the stall came out revealing Polly. "As company treasurer I shall be questioning the expense." She said to the other woman, not noticing Steph.
"He said something like, 'we've had enough death, let's have some life.'"
Steph put away the perfume and wiped the corner of her lips.
"Oh Steph, I hadn't recognised you. You look positively beautiful tonight." She complimented, brushing her hand against her back as she moved towards the sink.
Steph smiled. "Thank you Polly, and you." She didn't remember ever formally meeting Polly - only when they were visiting Micheal at the hospital. The day she nearly got caught.
"Are you staying the night in Birmingham?" Her eyes narrowed at her through the mirror.
"No, I wasn't planning on it."
Polly nodded. "I insist. You can sleep at Tommy's. He's heading back tonight. There will be a car to take you both after the fight, or if you want to get drinks?"
Steph packed away her cosmetics. "I'll be going home after the fight, I've brought company."
"Nonsense. A car will take him home."
The way Polly was insisting made her believe something was up.
She decided ignoring would be the best tactic. Polly dried off her hands. "Oh. Forgive me. This is Lizzie Stark." She said, pointing to the woman.
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Destruction || Peaky Blinders
Fanfiction"You are too beautiful for your own good. That's why you destroy everything you touch." There was one thing you were told if you were in a known gang in England. Beware of Steph Vanslow.
