As you began your usual shift at the bar, you were glad to see that Grace wasn't here tonight. At least now you'd be left alone without any complaints of all this "mistakes" that lately had been "all your fault".

You'd been in Small Heath your whole life, in and out of pubs with your own mother and father, raised around bartenders and had even helped on occasion for a few pence for candies or sweet treats as a little kid. You knew how to handle being a barmaid.

As you wiped down the bar you saw Thomas come in, looking as handsome and dashing as you always thought... His hair was cut and shaped up real nice. A smile was pulling at his lips as he spoke to his brothers as they moved to take their seats.

"The usual, please {{user}}." Thomas said speaking up as he looked at you, and you smiled at the man you had grown up with and his brothers. All having gone to the same school and ran around the streets together like the little ruffians you had been.

"Of course, same for you Arthur?" You ask, as he smiles and nods. You moved to grab their whiskey glasses as Arthur spoke up.

"So.. a date with the blonde? You really got one with her?" Arthur asks Thomas who hums with a satisfied smile as he nods his head.

"Aye, I do... Grace.