It was nighttime as Jules stood shivering, her hands within a one of Arthur's large black coat, her breath visible as the two, as well as her brother James waited on Charlie's yard for Thomas.
Burying her face into the collar of the coat she could smell Arthur on the material, it brining her a sense of comfort as Thomas took the piss to arrive.
She began to jump up and down. "Why are you jumping Miss?" Asked Curly, a smile appearing on his face. Jules smiled to him happily, "keeping myself warm Curly. Please call me Jules."
The woman had told Curly countless times to all her Jules, but she could tell he preferred the polite usage of Miss. "Sorry." He muttered, head falling.
Jules noticed that Curly seemed slightly upset, thinking she was mad at him. So she quickly moved to stand in front of him, James' eyes following her every move, ready to whip out his gun.
"Hey." She whispered, catching his attention so he'd lift his head again. "Why don't you do some jumps with me?" She asked, a smile now appearing on Curly's face, nodding happily.
Soon enough the two were jumping up and down, holding hands like a pair of primary school children. In that moment, as Arthur watched the two, he forgot of how dangerous, how powerful Jules was.
"What the fuck are you two doing?" The four heard, Jules and Curly stopping their jumping to see Thomas stumbling towards them- hand holding his stomach.
Jules high fived Curly as she pulled out a cigarette, eyeing Thomas up and down. "More importantly, why the fuck are you out of bed?" She asked, moving to stand next to James in a way of reassurance.
He snatched her unlit cigarette, smiling at his sister as a scowl appeared. Stuffing her hands into Arthurs coat picked she managed to find a random cigarette that must have fell out of his packet.
"We need to go to London." Muttered Thomas. "We? As in you two?" Asked Arthur, sharing a glance skepticism with James.
Thomas pulled himself into a chair, sitting in front of a close fire as Charlie came following suit. "Need a boat Charlie." Whispered Thomas, lighting a cigarette as his cap held off of his head.
His cheekbones were somehow more prominent, skin ghostly pale as the cuts on his face laid prominent on his skin. "You'll need the January, it'll take four days to get to London."
"For god sake." Muttered Jules, head rolling back at the idea of being stuck on a boat with a moody Thomas for four days. "You think I want you coming?" Scoffed out Thomas, question rhetorical.
"Why can't you just wait a few more days Thomas, I'll speak with Solomons and have the meeting rescheduled. Me and him and old friends." Thomas rolled her eyes at her feeble attempts.
"No, we're going tonight." It was settled in that moment, all parties knew Thomas wouldn't budge. He may have looked tired but his stubbornness was just as strong as ever.
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