𝑳𝑨 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑼𝑺𝑬

𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑻-𝑺𝑰𝑿

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𝟑𝒓𝒅 𝑷𝑶𝑽

The pub had became crowded with Peaky Blinders, Shelby family, and the regular drinkers of the Garrison.
Drinks were flowing and the songs were flowing. The memory of Danny WhizzBang was being celebrated the right way, no tears or small whispers to each other on how he was such a good family man and friend but joyous talks about the future and past. Salomé stood on top of that stage watching it all happen.
A lady in black sang songs with a joyous tone even if death did come around the corner, moved into the house next door, and settled.
The night carried on and one by one everyone left the pub. Now the only ones left was two drunken Shelby brothers, Miss Polly, and Salomé.
With the best of Salomé's abilities she was able to sneak away from her cousins, making ghem they think she had went home and that they could leave without waiting for her.
Salomé wanted and felt like she needed to stay in that pub until she saw the familiar face of Tommy Shelby.
Salomé did so, tricking her cousins into thinking she was already tucked away in her bed sleeping the events from today away but really Salomé sat at her original spot at the bar while listening to Arthur and John drunkenly bicker with each other on who was ready to kill Billy Kimber first.

"I'm going 'ome now Salomé." Miss Polly finished the rest of her drink before standing up. "Make sure Tommy comes back for these two and lock up or else this pub will be no more." Miss Polly said whilegathering her things.
"Yes ma'am but I-"
"What was that deary?" Miss Polly looked back at Salomé.
"Oh nothing."
"Don't stay too long." Miss Polly said before leaving the Garrison.

Minutes later in waltzed a injured Tommy, Salomé rolled her eyes at the sight of him. She knew and he knew that he needs to be resting not running around Small Health but that came with the job of being the leader of the Peaky Blinders.
"Oi there he is." Arthur drunkenly says but he was steady ignored as Tommy had his eyes on Salomé.
"Care for a drink?"
"I don't drink-"
"Not whiskey." Tommy had caught what Salomé had said to his Aunt earlier about drinking, Tommy heard and saw everything even if he wasn't in the naked eye for you to see.
"Then what is it?" Tommy walked up to her.
"You check behind the bar."
"Harry wouldn't mind?" Salomé looked over at the other side of the bar where Harry would stand then back at Tommy.
"Not if Tommy Shelby said so." Salomé got up from her seat and walked behind the bar.
"You will find a bottle of Champagne." Tommy leaned back against the bar smoking his cigarette.