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"Let's not get ahead of ourselves"- John Shelby
Grace's blonde curls scrunched as they pressed against the wall of the snug. Francis was ignoring the girls behaviour and carried on serving the few men in the garrison.
She hadn't seen Thomas all day that was until he came into the garrison to meet with two men. "Grace? What are you doing?" Fran was busy pouring a pint but she thought she would frighten the blonde, and frighten she did.
Grace's head whipped around and she smoothed out the curls on her head "nothing, there was just dirt on the wall that's all," Grace's excuse was utterly pathetic but Francis found it amusing and struggled to stifle her laugh.
"I love to see the boys of the old IRA!" A loud drunken Irish voice sung from inside the snug.
Thomas along with two other men emerged from the little room, one was singing drunkenly and the other was attempting to push him out of the garrison.
Thomas sauntered over with a smug look on his face and a cigarette in hand. He put down a bottle of whiskey grace had given him which made a loud thud on the counter. "I thought you only allowed singing on Saturdays?" Francis smirked as she made the statement and laughed in which had Grace joined.
Thomas nodded slowly "whiskeys good proofing water, tells me who's real and who's not," Thomas took a drag of his cigarette before gesturing for Francis to take it.
She accepted the cigarette and placed it softly into her pale lips.
Thomas noted her sickly pale skin and became worried. "Are you poorly, miss Hawke?" Thomas gently brought his hand and head forward to examine the girl.
Pulling back away from his hands she spoke softly. "What did my countrymen want, mister Shelby?" she asked attempting to change the subject.
"They're nobodies. Besides, Miss Hawke, it's none of your business," he spoke kicking his lips and he watched her face intently. Francis took a drag of the cigarette before handing it back to Thomas just as he had done previously for her.
"I want another two bob for the dress," she looked down and then back up towards him.
Thomas chuckled and leant his elbows on the counter. "Whys that?" He asked his head tilting to the side in questioning.
Francis smiled wickedly "Mr Shelby, if I'm to be dressing for a king I'm going to be buying an expensive dress," Francis gestured her hand up and down her body referencing the pale purple button up dress she had on in the moment. It was tight around her upper half and chest but was cut loose just in the centre of her stomach giving her a squared shape to even out her body.
