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Rowan had dressed comfortably in gym clothes before heading to her workout room and doing a full hour of yoga in silence. It had calmed her, but after 45 minutes Tommy had wandered in and lit a cigarette. He watched her stretch and measure her flexibility and was rather in awe of her abs that were as tight as her leggings. He smiled at her and wished she would stop so they could have a heart to heart. Malachi had stormed out from the lounge into another part of the house and wanted to release his emotions of a punch bag.
Tommy had wandered so aimlessly around the house that he felt like a fool walking into the gym after what had seemed hours of senseless dawdling about an unknown place. "Rowan we need to talk about this." He said as she sat cross legged on the ground with her palms placed on the mat. He sat down beside her and moved her hair over her shoulder. Her eyes opened slightly and looked at the man she had come to like a lot... maybe love, maybe.
"Tommy I-... I don't know what to do. We need to find a way of getting that broach from the museum but, everything's been moved by now. All the artefacts are in museums across the country and we have no hope in tracking down a little broach. So I suppose, like a wise man once said, 'you're just gonna 'ave to adjust, and quick' or something like that." She made Tommy chuckle with her rather accurate impersonation of his thick Brummie accent that Rowan could understand but sometimes took a moment to comprehend. She had come to like it a lot though. A lot. His voice had become like a song that she couldn't stop playing, a dusty record she could never tire of listening to.
Perhaps in this time she would have the chance to show him the true Rowan and tell him the things that had always troubled her. Maybe he would do the same with him troubles as everyone was well aware of Tommy's multiple mental health issues. But being such a powerful man, could you imagine the stigma of him getting professional help for it. No one would take him seriously if he was discovered. That made her angry.
"Tommy... me and Malachi would usually do music night tonight. It's the one day he gets off early from work and we would play 40 and 50s music on my record player. He'll be there... he always is and if he misses it I'll kill him. It was the only thing that kept me going the whole week. You can join us and hopefully we can break the ice...
Maybe we could even... you know... dance together." Tommy smiled and helped her up from her sitting positions. "What were you doin'? You looked like you were trying to work out how to detach your own body parts." She chuckled and leant into him, smelling his scent and feeling the upmost nostalgia from a time she had lived but a few days in.
As time passed and Tommy and her had spent going through her dads old suits, Rowan had an outfit for music night. They had spent time chatting in her bedroom, sharing up at the ceiling which was decorated prettily with an abstract, Art Deco painting. Every time you looked at it, you noticed something new. "Tommy, why did you hide the broach?" Rowan asked innocently as she had finally calmed and new that anger got no one anywhere. Looking up at Tommy who had his head rested in her hair she awaited an answer.
"I didn't want you to leave yet." "But... I said I wanted to. It was selfish and wrong of you..." Tommy didn't say anything and just looked straight ahead. "I can't decide whether you want to be a romantic hero or a greedy tyrant... I don't think you know either. So you make these decisions with no actual aim for them and in the end, all you want is power and loyalty. Yet you don't know why. You're the most confusing person I've ever met." Before Rowan could continue her analysis of Tommy out loud, she was interrupted by Malachi.
"Dinner's ready." He said coming into Rowans room and finding her and Tommy on her bed comfortably. Malachi hadn't shown much emotion to the predicament he found himself walking in on but Rowan nor Tommy did care for any reaction anyway. It was just strange. Rowan stood and decided to change into something comfier, she shooed Tommy from her room and gave him directions to the dining room.
Rowan picked out a simple set of pyjamas but found herself rather hot, she wore a simple blue crop top and black sweats. Placing her hair in a heap on her head she bounded down the stairs. Walking into the dining room she saw Tommy and Malachi almost having a stand off with their eyes. Rowan wandered over, Malachi first catching sight of her.
Tommy turned and saw her exposed stomach and looked at Malachi staring down at her, showing no lust whatsoever and just a friendly but stern gaze. He disliked the skin she showed in front of another man, albeit her best friend. "Come on, sit down. And stop staring at each other like it's a bloody western movie." Tommy obviously didn't get the reference but Malachi chuckled stiffly before sitting and glaring at Tommy once again.
The Shelby was unfazed and sat to eat the that had been set out for him. He had no worries of it being poisoned since they were all sharing. He was surprised at the taste of the food and for once sought out more. Usually Tommy's eating habits were to eat almost nothing as he never seemed to have an appetite for it. Yet, with this array of delicate foods, he had no problem taking more then he would've in his time.
"Now, music." Rowan said, standing and walking to the record player and the large cabinet holding endless vinyls. She picked a Frank Sinatra greatest hit of 'that's life' and smiled as the golden voice of the man sounded through the house. She smiled, shut her eyes and swayed at the jazzy blues sound that made her feel nostalgic for a time she had never experienced. Yet it felt so familiar. Although many comparisons could be drawn between the 20s and 50s, both being the decades post world wars.
"Now." Rowan turned from the music and to the gentlemen staying her house.
