You had trained horses all your life, you moved to the countryside to be closer to them when you were eighteen, but moved back to London when you wanted to pursue office work - strange I know. You had a horse you used to train in the upcoming race and you couldn't wait to see how it was getting on.
******** The place was busy, extremely busy. After all it was Cheltenham races and somehow, you were excited as this was your first time seeing Whiskey (horses name) in years. People in beautiful dresses walked past you, guys giving you the eye and all the woman looking envious of you as you strode towards the bar.
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Your beautiful red shoes clicked as you walked into the drink room, all the people stopping their chatter as you elegantly graced the room with your presents.
When you approached the bar, you brushed your brown shoulder-length hair back and waited to be served.
"Champagne?" The barman asked you as he started to pour a glass. You thought about it and to be fair, you desperately wanted a whiskey. Better drink the drink to win the race. You remembered from while back when you used to come with Whiskey and his owners to watch the race.
"Actually, I'll have a whiskey please," you stated confidently before watching him pour the right amount in a glass. You nodded at the barman and passed him a few coins and extra before walking towards the running track, whiskey in hand.
You were never a person to stand in the stands, something about it you just didn't like. You stood at a fence looking directly at the track, your hands resting elegantly on the wood as you watched the rush of people getting to their seats.
********* As soon as the gun shot fired, you spotted Whiskey, he looked just as well as you had left him. You smiled in memory at how strong his legs were and how he ran like the wind. You missed him as you watched him gallop freely, clearly enjoying himself. You felt a presence beside you and turned to see a man in a three pieced suit and a cap flung over his head. He cocked you a smirk and raised his brow.
"Who ya hoping wins?" The man stated with a strong Brummie accent, his piercingly blue eyes soaring holes into your soul. "Whiskey on Ice, you?" You asked with modesty, smiling slightly at the man in front of you. "Ah, my horse has done well then," he grinned, looking out towards the track, leaving you completely dumbfounded. "Sorry, you own Whiskey?" You pondered, clutching the wood beneath your fingers gently, sipping your whiskey as you looked at the man before you. "Yes. Problem, love?" He asked with a gentle smile, his focus now on your face. "No, not at all. I used to train him is all. Y/N Y/L/N," you introduced politely, taking his warm hands in yours. "Tommy Shelby," he replied with a warm smile, his eyes glimmering slightly - a hint of emotion showing before disappearing. "Would you be interested in training him again?" Tommy asked as he lit a cigarette, offering you one which you gladly took. You bent down to his cupped hands and lit the cigarette before pulling yourself up and sipping your whiskey in thought. "In Birmingham?" You pondered, the thought of training Whiskey again tempting you. "Aye, in Small Heath, Birmingham." He replied, smirking down at you, hoping you would say yes to his offer. "I would love to, Mr Shelby." You replied with a kind smile and a nod of your head. "I shall move to Birmingham." You stated, shaking his warm hand once more, your eyes meeting in a deep trace once again. "I'll sort out everything. Call me Tommy." He implied before pointing his finger at something behind the fence. You turned your head and was met with Whiskey nuzzling his nose into your shoulder in greetings and to boast.
"I know, you've done so well." You smiled softly, patting his neck before turning back to Tommy who was smiling widely. "He loves you." He grinned before patting the horse on his nose. "As do I." He added, placing his hand on your lower back. "Thank you so much, Tommy. I really appreciate it," you beamed before leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to Tommy's subtly burning cheek.
A couple of moths later, yourself and Tommy had fallen in love and had gotten married. You had become a Shelby and you were one badass, soon perusing the roll of Tommy's secretary and finance manager with a baby boy on the way.
