The air was thick with smoke and tension as the Shelby brothers stood on the upper floor of the Garrison, whiskey glasses in hand. Tommy Shelby, 6’0 of cold steel and sharper wit, leaned against the railing with his signature calm—stoic, calculating, and utterly unreadable. Arthur, John, and Finn flanked him, each one more amused than the next.

The topic of conversation? A wager. One that involved a powerful businessman—Mr. Gold—a man who had made his empire on gold and had the arrogance to match. And Tommy had just upped the stakes.

Tommy (slow, mocking):
"So if he loses… I get a night with his daughter. The eldest one."
He lets the words linger, the corner of his mouth curling just slightly.

Arthur (already grinning):
"Bloody hell, Tom. You serious?"

John (chuckling):
"You mean that one? The uni girl? What’s she studyin’? Management and... what was it—technology?"

Tommy (deadpan, with a sneer):
"Yeah. Bachelors in Management and Technology. Sounds like she’s managing absolutely fuck all, and applying technology to turn heads when she walks."

All three brothers erupt into laughter, the sound echoing through the dim room. Even Finn cracks up, shaking his head.

Finn:
"You sure it’s just one night, Tom? You might end up askin' for a bloody lifetime."

Tommy doesn’t laugh. He just sips his whiskey, eyes flicking toward the door like he’s already picturing her walking through it—YN Gold, the most beautiful and spirited of the three daughters. The one every man wanted but couldn’t touch.

Tommy (quiet, razor-sharp):
"Everyone desires her. But only one of us gets her. That’s what the bet’s for."

The brothers fall silent for a moment, knowing damn well that when Tommy Shelby sets his sights on something—or someone—there’s no walking away unscathed.