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"Tommy just watch her"- Polly Gray
Mallory's hips swirled to an unknown beat, her short frilled black dress swung around her thighs. Tight curls clipped to her head by her black bejewelled bandeau. Her signature red lipstick stuck tightly to her plump lips and a dark shiny grey eyeshadow sat atop her eyelids.
She smiled brightly and kept a fast pace to keep up with the music. Her mind was almost completely blank to taking in the rude or sexual comments, loud shouts or wolf whistles. Harry watched her cautiously making sure no one made an attempt to grab at the young girl.
She however did not seem cautious at all and it led harry to wonder where exactly this girl came from. Her attention was ripped from her dancing when the three men she had walked into yesterday entered the pub. The other girls in her house had warned her about these men.
The eldest, Arthur; was a vicious, cold man who could take your jaw off with one punch.
Then the youngest of the three, John; was deceitful, witty and careless.
Finally the middle, Thomas; a smart, conniving, iron-willed brute of a man.
They had two younger siblings, a girl by the name of Ada and a boy by the name of Finn. It was said they were looked after by their fathers sister, Polly Gray.
Everyone here bowed down to them and their family. Word on the streets was that they had payed off all of the working coppers and would blind anyone who dared to stand in their way.
The first thing people learn about them, was that if they took off those grey caps sat on their heads, you were done for. Each hat was lined with three razor blades on the back out there for the sole purpose of cutting... people. They wore them religiously, just like some sort of uniform.
Thomas was the first she had made eye contact with. His eyes were a light shade of grey-blue and his nose was slightly crooked, an obvious sign of fighting too much as a boy, his coat was slightly wet from the dewy rain flowing through the air.
Something about the way he coldly stared scared most, but to Mallory it was like falling into a trance. The cold lack of emotion in his eyes led her to believe he had a secret that no one, not even his closest family, knew about and keeping a closed off mind and cool composure allowed him to keep it as that.
A secret.
John, with a pick in his mouth, waved his fore and middle finger over at her with a smirk. She smiled back quickly before continuing her dancing.
The three men turned into the snug and quickly shut the door behind them. From across the Garrison, Harry shot Mallory a look and she knew this meant she would need to get ready to serve them. Once the song ended she stepped away from the bustling group of men, blowing kisses and swaying her hips. She went behind the bar grabbed a light pink dress she stored for a change of clothes and headed to dress in the restroom.
