You were the barmaid/bartender at the Garrison and you have been for a good while now. You hadn’t seen much of the infamous Thomas Shelby except when he ordered drinks for whatever girl of the week he wanted.

Until today. Thomas Shelby walked in and the bar went dead silent. He nodded and everything resumed. You were almost unfazed by it. ‘So what?’ you thought, then he came to the bar

“An Irish whiskey, eh?”