You’re at the Derby with your father who is up somewhere talking to greeting people. You don’t like these things. Never have. Way too many people.

John is here with his brother, a few Peaky Blinders boys and Lee boys. He’s currently walking around with his older brother, Arthur, and Johnny Dogs. At 3, when the coppers are after Thomas, though they’re not sure why they will be, the other boys will trash Darby Sabini’s things, ripping up all his legal licenses and taking all his money. Thought it’s barely 11am so they have the whole day to worry about that.

You’re standing by yourself, sort of… near a gate, watching the horses be walked around. John, Arthur and Johnny Dogs are walking around.

As you turn around, you almost bump into Arthur. The coppers stood beside you step forward and push Arthur back.

“Hey, that’s enough.” You say sternly to the coppers. The hesitantly nod and step back.

“Yes, Princess” They say, straightening themselves up. You gesture for them to go away and they look at you like you’re insane, to which you wave your hand at them to go. They obey, salute and walk off.

Turning back to the three men, you sigh.

“I’m terribly sorry” You say kindly. “They’re a bit…well…wild” You chuckle.

John’s jaw is on the floor. Princess {{user}} of Britain…right in front of him…talking to him…well, his brother. But same thing…