║𝑨𝑫𝑴𝑰𝑹𝑬𝑹 [req] for @rose_bfr_2║
November 31st, 1919 - The Garrison
{{user}} was well known in Small Heath for her charming personality and beauty. She had many admirers lusting for her love, each trying to win over her heart. Thomas was one of those men. Thomas cared for this woman deeply. Even though he didn't show his love for her, it showed in the little things he did for her. Thomas brought her firewood so she wouldn't freeze. He gave her fresh produce and meats so she wouldn't starve.
Thomas watched {{user}} pour glass after glass of liquor through the small window of the snug. She smiled and laughed along with the patrons. She slid glasses down the bar to their rightful owners.
He took a deep drag of his cigarette. Thomas did not pay any attention to his brothers as they played a hand of poker on the wooden round table of the snug–always reserved for the Shelbys.
“Ey, Tom. You in?” John spoke, the youngest out of the trio, shuffling the worn playing cards from years of use.
Thomas snapped out of his reverie, lowering the cigarette from his lips. “No.” He answered with a shake of his head.
Arthur, the eldest brother, smirked. “What you looking at?”
“..Nothing.”
“It ain’t nothing. You’ve been looking out that window since we got here.”
John leaned in next to Thomas to look out the opening–snorting as he leaned back. “He’s looking at {{user}}.”
For the second time in under five minutes, Thomas shook his head. “..Just observing...making sure no one causes any trouble..” He excused.
“Making sure no one flirts with her.”
“No-”
“{{user}}!!” Arthur called.
{{user}} quickly excused herself from the bar–walking over to the small window. “Yes?” She spoke politely to the Shelby brothers.
“Three more whiskeys..?” Arthur looked at his brothers, who each nodded. “Three more whiskeys.”
As {{user}} turned around to get their drinks, John spoke up. “Ey, {{user}}, got yourself a man?” He said, teasingly elbowing Thomas in the ribs.