"Take it Tommy! Take it! Take it!" Arthur yells holding him down as Jeremiah picks the bullet out of his shoulder.
I stand in the corner slowly smoking a cigarette my hands still shaking.
As Jeremiah gets the bullet out Arthur pats Tommy's shoulder handing him a bottle of vodka. "Have a drink."
"All right, deep breath." Arthur says before shoving the top of the bottle onto his wound.
I wince looking away as Tommy yells.
"That's it! It's done." Arthur says sitting back in his chair.
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We all gathered in the separate room in the garrison, Danny dead on the table.
"Now we can bury him properly. In the grave we dug for him." John muttered.
"High on a hill, he'd like that." Tommy says quietly.
I look down as Arthur intertwined his hand with mine as he saw it shaking, I said nothing.
Tommy rips the cork out of a bottle of whiskey spitting it onto the floor before raising the bottle.
"To Danny whizzbang."
"May we all die twice."
"Come on, the day is ours. Let's celebrate." Tommy says before leaving.
We celebrated for hours in the garrison, I threw back more shots than I could handle, to get the image out of my mind. Of me killing Kimber.
I sat on a bar stool my head spinning as people talked loudly around me, John and esme dancing together. Ada and Freddie talking quietly before giving each other a peck.
I glance to the side as Arthur sits next to me, equally as drunk.
I take a sip of my drink. "You show up everytime I think about you, are you a mind reader, Arthur?" I ask glancing at him, he simply just stares at me.
He reaches over grabbing my hand that holds my glass, he puts the glass down grabbing my wrist and pulling me toward him, my eyes widen as his face was suddenly so close to mine, his eyes travel repeatedly from my eyes to my lips.
His hand cups my cheek sliding down to my neck before pulling me closer and pressing his lips against mine.
I quickly pull away wiping my mouth with my sleeve "You're drunk, Arthur, we're drunk." I say quickly sliding off my seat and exiting the bar.
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Tommy's POV
I walk back into the garrison hours later after visiting grace one more time, I was met with Polly's face when I walked in.
"Drink?" She asked, going around the bar.
"Not whiskey, if you check behind the bar.. you will find a bottle of champagne." I press my back against the bar taking a slow drag of my cigarette.
I turn as pol places the bottle onto the bar with a thud. "The one she bought."
"Today was a good day." I nod my head.
"All of Kimber's men were busy here, so the Lee boys took all their pitches as the Worcester races. It couldn't have gone better if we planned it." I turn away from her the bottle of champagne in my hand.
