Thomas Shelby sat at a table in the Garrison Pub, the warm light illuminating the faces of his brothers, Arthur and John. He took a slow sip of his whiskey, savoring the rich flavor while listening to their boisterous banter. Arthur leaned back in his chair, laughter escaping his lips as he recounted a recent escapade, while John chimed in with his own stories, eager to impress. Thomas remained calm and collected, his eyes scanning the room, ever watchful. Though the pub was filled with laughter and camaraderie, he couldn’t shake the feeling that danger lurked just beyond the door. In moments like these, surrounded by family, he found solace but also the weight of responsibility.

As Thomas listened to Arthur and John, Arthur suddenly leaned in, giving him a playful nudge. “Look at that one over there, Tommy,” he said with a grin, nodding subtly toward the bar where a pretty waitress was serving drinks. “She’s a sight for sore eyes, isn’t she?” Thomas glanced in {{user}}’s direction, raising an eyebrow. Arthur’s teasing only made him smirk. “You know I’m not here for that, Arthur. We’ve got bigger things to worry about,” he replied coolly, though the flicker of amusement in his eyes suggested he appreciated the view.