𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 | 𝐟. 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲 ON HOLD

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The girls walked through the doors of the pub, their arms linked. They were laughing, enjoying each others company.

The atmosphere of the room was amazing. People laughing, some singing. Some of them were even dancing.

The girls perched themselves on the stools below the bar, "Wow. This place seems fancy." Vivian said, laughing.

Evelyn released a small chuckle, looking around the room, admiring the gold columns around the place.

The bartender approached them, he was tall with dark hair, "Evening, Evelyn." He said, looking at the blonde haired girl. Evelyn smiled, "It's good to see you, Micky." "What can I get you two?" He asked, slinging his arm over the golden bar.

Evelyn looked to Vivian, who shrugged, not knowing what to ask for.

The girl turned to the man, "Two vodka tonics, please."

"Right." The man walked off, preparing their drinks.

Vivian looked around the room, noticing the large amount of people with in the area. Each table had at least five people at it. Many of them men, who had been there for hours and were off their heads.

Vivian noticed a number of them wearing the same type of hats. Peaked hats.

"How?" She muttered, hoping Evelyn wouldn't hear her.

"Hm?" The girl asked.

"Oh, nothing." Vivian turned around, facing the bar once again.

The bartender brought them their drinks, leaving them to converse in peace.

He was called to the private room in the corner, looking through the small window at whom ever was behind it.

He listened to what the person had to say. Vivian knew it must have been one of the brothers, considering how nervous Micky was.

The man nodded, taking their order, "Right away, Mr Shelby." He quickly shut the shutter on the window, hurrying down the bar, lifting a bottle of whiskey.

He picked up two glasses, balancing them on his arms.

Opening the window again, he set the bottle on the ledge, along with the glasses. A boy came up to lift them, thanking the bartender as he closed the shutter. It was the same boy from earlier. The boy who had been standing at the opposite side of the street when Tommy had visited her.

Vivian wondered who else might be behind the door.

She was lost in thought and didn't realise Evelyn had been waiting for an answer, "Vi?"

"Sorry, Eve. Had something on my mind. What was it?"

Evelyn sighed, "I was wondering if you get an office at the Shelby company? Cause that be fucking amazing. Imagine, your name printed on the door, 'Ms Vivian Winslet. Accountant.'" The girl said, giggling at the thought of her friend making her way up in the world.

"Wow. I never even thought about having my own office. Tommy never mentioned it, but I suppose it would make sense." Vivian said, agreeing.