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"Freddie fucking Thorne"- Thomas Shelby
Mint green dress, sticky apron and tied up curls a perfect mix for todays shift at the garrison. Mallory wasn't interested in the stares or the wolf whistles she just wanted to see the mystery boy she had seen the previous night.
It was still relatively early when she had finished her dance but the Garrison was beginning to fade into the quiet hum of men laughing and chattering.
The main doors clattered loudly and then in walked the curly haired blonde boy from the bonfire.
She looked up and smiled "look who it is," she spoke loudly.
He smiled back "mystery girl!"
"Must be fate" she laughed "what can I get you?" She asked him.
He took a moment to pick but when he did it was awfully bland "just a pint not looking to get drunk at half one in the afternoon" she giggled, literally giggled like a little girl at his statement and instantly felt silly.
Shaking off her embarrassment she poured his pint and pushed it across the counter toward him.
He quickly paid for the drink and took the pint. "I haven't even asked your name..." He gestured to her.
"Mallory. You can call me Mal or Rory whatever you prefer, but most call me Rory." She spoke whilst organising glasses and liquor bottles.
He fiddled absentmindedly with the rim of his glass "I think I'll just call you pretty girl."
With a blush she turned away from him to place the bottles of alcohol back on the shelves.
"Can I invite you for tea later at my house with me mum- she'd love for me to bring a girl around," he rubbed the back of his neck tentatively and looked around.
This peaked her interest and she spun back around with a little smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Of course but only if you tell me your name or your going to be stuck as mystery boy," Mallory giggled again leaving her feeling like a bloody idiot she even snorted this time completely unaware of the eyes trained on her... Tommy's eyes.
"It's Jack, Jack Harbour," he stuck out his hand for her to shake which she took gratefully.
She had heard of the harbours before. Jack's eldest sister lived in the apartment above her, she was a loud thing with tight curly blonde locks and deep brown eyes. She never caused Mallory any trouble but the men she brought around weren't the best, they often left her with deep bruises and seemed to take a part of her happiness away each time. It was a mystery why she kept letting them come back but love makes you so stupid things.
