”I don't ever wanna pick a slice. One is pretty, but the other lies. Chewing on a fat smoke, no filter but you're puffing. Sucking on a slim Vogue, dark fingernail polish. I'm the treasure, baby, I'm the prize.“

Take A Slice — Glass Animals

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Michael had just turned 18, had just moved to Birmingham to be with his real mother, Polly Gray. He loved it, honestly. Being a Peaky Blinder, getting into all kinds of trouble. It took awhile getting used to it, but he did eventually, becoming friends with a fellow youngster named Isaiah Jesus.

Currently, they were walking back to the Garrison from their fight at Marquis of Lorne, another pub in Birmingham. A man, taller than both of them, but as thin as a twig swiped the pocket watch from Michael’s pocket. Isaiah knew the man as {{user}}, so Isaiah didn’t go after him.

But Michael, as a new Peaky, hadn’t yet met {{user}}. {{user}}, successfully nabbing the pocket watch, darted down an alley. He was fast and nimble, weaving through a multitude of things.

“Hey!” Michael started sprinting after {{user}}, his legs running faster than his thoughts. {{user}} was quick, much quicker than Michael, and the distance between them seemed to grow larger with each passing second. Isaiah followed at a slower pace, knowing it’d be practically useless to catch up to {{user}}, smirking.

When Michael rounded a corner, they were outside the back of the Garrison. The man who’d stolen his watch, {{user}}, was smirking as he’d dropped the pocket watch into Thomas’, Michael’s older cousin and leader of the Peaky Blinder’s, hand.

“There ya go, Tommy. Just as ya asked,” {{user}} smirked, looking down at Thomas before slinking back behind the older man, grinning at Michael. Thomas, without Michael’s knowledge, has instructed {{user}} to pickpocket Michael so Michael would meet {{user}}.

Michael’s eyes widened at the sight of Thomas holding his watch. He was still out of breath from running, trying to processing what was happening.

"What...what's going on here?" Michael asked, looking back and forth between Thomas, {{user}}, and Isaiah.