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𝟑𝒓𝒅 𝑷𝑶𝑽
Salomé was woken up by an overly excited Clara. The headache she had didn't help at all. "What time is it?" She squints at the blinding rays of a raising sun. "6 am." Salomé groans at Clara's chirpy answer, burying her face in the pillows. "Why so early?" "Well because the Garrison opens soon." Clara says in a matter-of-fact tone. "The band won't be there until 8." "Early bird cooks the worm or however the English says it, now get up." Clara pulls the cover off of Salomé and pulls her up. "I'm up, my gosh." Salomé was clearly cranky. "Here take this." Clara hands Salomé a pill and glass of water. "How did you know I had a headache?" Salomé takes the medication and water, gladly gulping it down. "Since the Thomas Shelby brought you home late last night." The headache and grogginess quickly disappeared. Salomé sat up all way, putting her hands on Clara's shoulders. "Who brought me home?" "Thomas Shelby." Clara smirked. "Passed out on his back, thank goodness you didn't throw up on him." Clara rambled on, leaving Salomé to pick up the pieces from last night. Salomé only remembered accidentally drinking Claude's whole glass of whiskey mistakingly, everything else had not come back to her yet. "Why Lord, why me." Salomé groaned falling back on the bed. "Why are you complaining, every girl here in Small Heath wishes to be that close with Tommy Shelby or any of the Shelby boys." Clara looked over at the distressed Salomé confused. "Hell, I wish one of the Shelby boys could be my client." Salomé rolled her eyes at Clara, her cousin clearly didn't understand that Salomé wanted to stray away from the Shelby's but every single day they cross her path. "I really want John Shelby as my client, I heard from some of the girls that he is the best in be-" "Okay that's enough." Salomé stopped Clara from continuing about her fantasy. "Does papa know?" "No, he was sleep when Tommy carried you in here." "Oh God." Salomé groaned rubbing her face. "I'm going to go get ready for the day." Salomé stands up from the bed. "We do not speak of last night ever." Clara nodded with a mischievous smile in her face, she was going to continue talking about last night whether Salomé liked it or not.
"Ne ressemblez-vous pas à un paquet de soleil.(Don't you look like a bundle of sunshine)" Clara enters the bedroom to a fully dressed Salomé, no sign that she had came home passed out drunk. "Shut up." Salomé grumbles as she puts on her heels. "I thought it was too early to go to the Garrison." Clara sits down on the edge of the shared bed with a cup of tea in her hand "I'm going to help Harry out." That is another thing Salomé remembered form last night, courtesy of a hot shower. Salomé told Harry that she'll help him open up since he was all alone, a little extra cash on the side. "Well aren't you sweet." Clara says. "Maybe you'll learn from me.", Salomé kisses Clara cheek. "Tell the family I left early to the Garrison."
Salomé stepped out of the Blouin household, her father and uncle would be waking up soon for work. Looking over at the Duplantier house, she knew Louis and Joannes were passed out in their beds. Then she looked over at the empty house, the third house in the square horseshoe shaped courtyard. The door was ajar, someone had been in there which someone should not be. Aunt Beatrice had told her that the house belonged to a man, who was French, this wasn't named the French courtyard for nothing.
