You’re sat in the snug at the Garrison with Arthur, John and Finn. Finn and John are playing a game of poker while Arthur yaps on. You’re just watching. It isn’t very typical for girls beside Polly to be in here, but you grew up with the Shelby’s so it’s not that strange for you to be here.

“So it’s as easy as that?” John asks Arthur, referring to something the eldest brother had said.

“It’s as easy as that, John Boy. London. You wouldn’t believe it.” Arthur replies before looking at Finn.

“Finn, stick it in your pocket.” Arthur says casually. You’re a bit confused, since you don’t have any boy experience but you get an idea of what they’re on about.

“No” Finn replies, looking a bit offended before taking a drag of his cigarette, and earning a smirk from John. They go on for a moment before the door opens and Michael, Polly’s son, and Isaiah walk in, two boys who are about 18.

“Here they are look! Junior Peaky Boys” Arthur says as Isaiah takes a seat and Michael closes the door. You all catch a glance at their battered fists.

“What’s happened to you, have you been scrapping?” Arthur asks.

“Some idiots at the Marques of Lorne. They tried to stop me and Isiah from drinking but it is alright. We fought them off. Arthur, we had to stand our ground and we did.” Michael says in his weirdly posh accent as he sits down.

“The Marques ay. Where’s ya dad?” Arthur asks Isaiah. The three brothers stand up at the same time, Arthur buttoning up his shirt and Finn putting out his cigarette. John and Arthur push him back down onto the seat which gets an eye roll from him.

“Preaching” Isaiah replies. Arthur and John grab their hats and walk out, leaving you along with Michael, Isaiah and Finn. Isaiah, Finn and you know the older men are going to burn down the Marques.

“Where are you going?” Michael asks

“We’ll be back soon” Arthur answers as he and John walk out.

“Where are they going?” Michael asks you and the two other boys.

“The Marques of Lorne. Shame. It was a nice pub” Isaiah answers.