"I think I've lost a tooth!" Arthur spits onto the ground.
"I'll have none left at this rate! Some fucking holiday this is!"
I roll my eyes lighting a cigarette as we walk down the dark street.
"Yeah. You post without your fucking medicine now, arthur?" Tommy says.
"Here, this'll fix ya." Tommy hands Arthur the bottle of Irish whiskey.
"Give me that." He lets go of my waist taking the bottle ripping the cork off with his teeth.
"And John boy, no more talk of chickens, eh?" Tommy pats John's back.
"Fuck the chickens."
"Got 50 quid in my pocket, let's paint the town, eh?" Tommy says.
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A smile on my face inside the busy betting shop as pol walks in, everyone begins clapping and she looks around confused.
Tommy approaches her hugging her.
"When did you get back?" She asks.
"Didn't wanna miss your birthday, pol." Tommy smiles and walks her across the room.
"Alright, back to work!" Arthur yells, I turn to look at him rolling my eyes at him as he looks back.
"How do you know it's my birthday, nobody ever knows?"
"It's different this year, John, finn, bring the car round." He hits his cigarette.
I lock up my paper box before grabbing my small shoulder bag.
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I sit in the backseat between Arthur and Finn, Polly John and Tommy up front. I lean my head on Arthur's shoulder as we turn down a neighborhood road, I stare forward before looking down to see Arthur's hand on my inner thigh.
I place my hand on top of his putting his hand back onto his leg.
As we stop next to a bunch of big houses Arthur grabs my hand helping me out of the car.
We all walk in, pol still having no idea this was all hers.
"Thought you said you were going to buy Ada a house?" She asked.
"I did, may have had some money left over." Tommy says hitting his cigarette.
"This is ours?" She smiles.
"No. Polly, this is yours. Because you deserve it." He smiles.
"What would I do with all these rooms?" She glided her hand across the back of the couch.
I walked over to Arthur lighting up a cigarette as I leaned back against his chest, his hands find their way to settle on my hips.
I glance to the side noticing the long scarf he was wearing, I take it in between my fingers feeling the fabric before dropping it.
"Well, you could relax for once, pol." I say with a smile.
"It has a garden, I made Tommy find a house with one just for you." I say hitting my cigarette as she peers out of the window.
"Could have a piano? Have people over and sing." Tommy says.
"God help the neighbors." John scoffs.
"Fuck the neighbors." Arthur's says gripping my hips before moving me aside to hand Polly the keys.
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"You call yourself a Shelby? Fucking hit him, Finn!" I yell from outside the ring taking a puff off my cigarette.
