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"I'm a man who drinks tea"- Thomas Shelby
Thomas was sat on a stool at the garrison bar paying no attention to the people around him. Francis had noticed he was acting odd and wanted to know the reason.
"It's best you stop drinking that, Thomas," Fran said as she wiped down the sticky bar.
Thomas' eyes met her own "I think it's best you keep your fookin opinions to yourself," he spat through hooded eyes, she wasn't completely shocked at his tone but it almost hurt. However she promised herself not to let it show. After all, Thomas ran this street, she didn't need to fall out with him.
She let out a soft sigh, put her hands flat down on counter and stared him directly in his blue eyes "what is actually up your arse?"
He took another sip of his whiskey and practically slammed it down "are you aware of Ada's situation?" His head rolled slightly to the side and one eyebrow raised higher than the other.
Francis scoffed loudly "fucks sake, Thomas, it's a baby not a curse," she removed her hands from the counter and went to walk away not wanting to hear Thomas talk about her newfound friend in such a manor.
Thomas picked up his glass and slammed it down again to gain her attention "Freddie's refusing to leave, I'm at war with the Lee's, the inspector is trying to ruin me, I've got a dodgy business deal with kimber and now Ada is in trouble, the inspector knows who she is. That's what's up my ass," Thomas practically barfed all of this information out. Fran absorbed it like a sponge
She looked at Thomas sympathetically. "Why are you telling me this?" She asked.
Sure she was curious about Thomas and his life but she had never wanted to force information out of him as that could give him the wrong impression but he had just done so voluntarily. "I need to tell someone or I'll fucking explode-" as he said this John and Arthur trampled through the garrison doors.
"Let's have some whiskey, Rory!" John shouted at the girl. Still obviously believing her name was Mallory.
John was somehow, in the short weeks of knowing her, able to cheer her up whenever she was in a mood that was anything but happy. He had also become extremely protective and proved this when Jack had called her pretty. He was still unaware that she had a date with the boy later this evening and there was no doubt he'd blow a fuze.
His toothpick in his mouth, hair slicked back and huge smirk on his face had seemed to make her day.
"Go on then you lot get in the snug leave me to work. I'll have Grace bring in some beers and whiskey," Francis waved them off quickly to resume working. "Grace can you take the Shelby's in a bucket of beer and some Irish whiskey!" She shouted across the bar to the blonde who was serving a table of rowdy men.
