𝑳𝑨 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑼𝑺𝑬

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𝟑𝒓𝒅 𝑷𝑶𝑽

Tommy sits there sipping his whiskey listening to the endless conversations between his older brother Arthur and Pierre Blouin, both visibly drunk. He didn't want to come here, Tommy could've easily been enjoying his night with a whore right now or at the Garrison but his Aunt Polly forced him to come.
The Blouin's thought they had to kiss ass the whole night because stupidity of their family member Robert Duplantier, but Polly was making up for her nephews and son's stupidity.
Polly was beyond pissed when she found out that the boys had "roughed up" Robert Duplantier, the close family member of her only friend Beatrice Blouin. This dinner was planned for both families to apologize but Tommy wasn't apologizing, he never would. Tommy believed if you apologize once, you do it again and again and again. Like taking bricks out of the wall of your fucking house.
No way in hell was Thomas Shelby apologizing to anyone.

Tommy's mind then began to wonder where the young girl had ran off too. He had remember seeing her frown as if she was conflicted, a memory he thought. Tommy saw that look before in plenty of old soldiers eyes as if a old memory from the war had appeared in their mind, it had happened to him plenty of times.
Tommy made it a mental note to check in Salomé's journal and see if anything told him about her past. He had been reading it since the night she left without it, mostly filled with songs and short poems, not like he had finished it.

The sound of creaking floor boards caught his attention. Around the corner came Salomé in her pretty dress, a smile on her face that hid her feelings.
Salomé would rather sleep away the pain right now but she had guest to entertain courtesy of her Aunt.
Tommy noticed the slight red puffy eyes, Salomé had been crying, why?
Alphonse came from behind Salomé, whispering in her ear then placing a quick peck on the cheek before taking his seat.

"Good you're back, I want you three to perform a song for the Shelby's before they depart." Aunt Beatrice catch sight of Salomé.
Joannes and Louis already had their instruments, Joannes sitting in front of the small piano that was in the corner of the tea room and Louis with a guitar.
Tommy watches as Salomé walks over to Joannes, placing her small hand on his shoulder she whispers into his ear. Salomé repeats the same thing and whispers into Louis ear.
Salomé walks over to the middle, standing close beside Louis.
Everyone's attention turned to the three, conversations stopping.

"Sad or happy?" Salomé holds her hands together behind her back, a smile plastered on her face.
"Happy, 'ad enough bloody sadness as it is!" Arthur drunkenly calls out earning a glare from Aunt Polly.
"Happy to send the Shelby's off with." Salomé looks over at her cousins, Joannes nods his head knowing which song she meant.
"A happy song, with love because everyone needs a little love in their heart." Salomé soft voice trails off. "Ain't I right?" Salomé cheekily looks at the people in front of her, earning small laughs.