Rose Colored Glasses | HS AU

Chapter 2

Cicely didn't know what she expected from Harry's place of work, but it was definitely not a boxing ring in an empty warehouse. She could hear the shouts and laughter of men from outside, and she had looked at Harry with confusion written all over her face when they approached the warehouse, but she followed him inside anyways. The smell of stale beer and sweat overwhelmed her immediately, and she had to squint in the darkness of the entryway. The ring had some lights rigged up around it, some chairs around it, but it was by no means someplace fancy.

    So this was what Harry had meant by her not wanting to wear her Sunday best.

    "You work...here?" She asked, turning to Harry, who stood beside her, watching her take in the surroundings. He nodded, offering no additional information. "And you box?" Another nod. "Is this legal?"

    That's when he gave another one of his chuckles, and then under his breath he said, "Doesn't need to be, love. Josiah McClemmons runs it."

    Cicely may not live in Birmingham proper, but that didn't mean she didn't know who Josiah McClemmons was. Everyone did. He basically ruled Birmingham, especially the working class neighborhoods, having built up his stronghold there. Her father complained about him at least once a week, about the violence and bloodshed in the city where his garment factories were. Although, Cicely had always thought to herself, her father probably shouldn't complain too much because a dead husband meant a wife who had to work to feed her children, which meant a larger workforce for her father.

    From the way Harry was greeted, Cicely assumed he was the reigning champion, the usual fighter here. Which meant that he was probably McClemmons's payroll, if she had to extrapolate. "Do you work for McClemmons?" She asked when the few men who had come up to them walked away.

    Harry adjusted the bag over his shoulder, and then nodded. "Could say that." His eyes darted around the establishment, taking in the sight, before resting back on her. "C'mon, I've got to get changed and don't want ya waitin' out here." He ushered her over to a man standing against a wall who wore a J pin on his lapel like Harry, which she now realized stood for Josiah's name, a brand of who they worked for. "Tommy," he said, the man's gaze turning and settling on them. "This is Cicely. Keep an eye on her while I change?"

    Tommy stood up straight immediately and when he took her hand in his and pressed a kiss to it, Cicely couldn't help but smile. "Pleasure to meet such a beautiful lady," Tommy said to her, a wink gracing across his face.

    When she turned to speak to Harry, he was already gone, a few paces away towards a door. "Is he good?" She asked Tommy, turning back to her new acquaintance.

    Tommy's eyes widened. "The best," he informed her before taking a sip from a mug of what she assumed was beer. "You're in for a treat if you've never seen 'im fight 'fore."

    Cicely agreed, the prospect of a sweaty Harry in the ring a bit more enticing than she perhaps wanted to admit. She was able to get some information on Harry out of Tommy, the combination of a pretty girl and a mug of beer not a combination meant for secrecy. He fought with Josiah McClemmons's youngest brother in the war, the experience making them nearly brothers, and came back to Birmingham with them. No one knew where Harry was from, but people had a number of guesses, everything from London to Liverpool. Apparently before the war he had been learning to fight, and the war sharpened his skills, so when they came back it seemed natural that Josiah would use the rings as a way to make money, using Harry as his prized fighter.

    She couldn't help but think it made Harry sound a bit like the Spanish bulls she had learned about in a magazine, a caged animal. But Tommy assured her Harry loved it when she asked, so she tried to put her mind at ease.