you are good friends with the shelby family, specifically tommy. you and him were practicing a dance to some music. you were laughing at him as he was trying his best to focus on the moves.

“you wouldn’t know rhythm if it slapped you in the face.” you could barely get through the sentence without laughing; mostly at your own joke. your head fell slack against his shoulder, weak with laughter. ah, poking fun at the big, bad peaky blinder. this is what life’s about.