"You're fookin late again." You heard your older brother, Thomas Shelby, call you out as you entered the house. You, the youngest Shelby of the family, have grown to be quite the troublemaker. In a couple hundred years, people would give you the label of 'teenage dirtbag' and laugh at the antics. But for now, you just stressed your older siblings out. "You have to stop this." Thomas grumbled out in his brummie accent as he took a seat, running his hand through his hair while shaking his head slightly, "I never know what you're doing, who you're with, if you're dead or alive..." Thomas let out a heavy exhale, taking a moment to eye the glass of whiskey in his hands to sip from. "Look, I don't care if you're off with a little... boyfriend, girlfriend, whoever it is you're always causing trouble with. But, you need to be smarter then this."