"Your night shift must be dreaming." Thomas shrugs
"Maybe they are." The grey haired man spits out
"Maybe they're not." The blonde one ends the sentence
"What we are trying to say is, Mr. Shelby and Ms. L/n, that if you were to hear about the whereabouts of said items, we would pay good money." He intrigues wanting to have his hands on the guns
"You have good money?" You question with a raised eyebrow
"We have collections from the pubs." He informs
"For who do you speak for?" You continue to question
"The people of Ireland—" He starts
"The Irish Republican Army." The blonde interrupts
"For a fact?" You fire back.
"For a fucking fact. You think we're jokers?" He spits out in your face as you remain quiet for a bit nodding your head and your mouth slightly open as you toke the cigarette while remaining to keep eye contact. You blow out the smoke
"Am I laughing?" You question sarcastically narrowing your eyes at the man and having a small grin on your lips
"Oh father, why are you so sad? On this bright Easter morning..." the blonde starts to sing as your face drops while maintaining eye contact
"Maguire, will you shut up?" The other man demands, you now know the blonde one is called Maguire
"When Irishmen are proud and glad
Of the land where they were born" he continues
"Maguire, away and shite, we're trying to do business here." The man you believe is named Ryan from what Thomas had said to you orders, the memory coming back of his name.
"Oh son, I see sad memories view
Of far-off distant days
When being just a boy like you
I joined the IRA." He continues to sing as you nod your head
"Bravo." You and Thomas mutter in union. Thomas starts walking them out as you follow behind him
"Where are the lads who stood with me" Maguire continued to sing walking out
"Alright, boys, when I know who knows what about what, I'll let you know." Thomas calls out as Ryan pushes Maguire out the door
"I long to see
The boys of the old IRA." Maguire continues to sing as he leaves as Thomas chuckles and shakes his head. He had the bottle of whiskey in his hand and places it down on the bar, you leaning on the bar.
"I thought you only allowed singing on Saturday." Grace teases
"Whiskey is good proofing water. It tells you who's real and who isn't." Thomas replies
"And what did my countrymen want?" Grace questions
"Oh, they're nobodies. They drink in the Black Swan in Sparkbrook. They're only rebels because they like the songs." Thomas informs looking out to the door
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|| Work Alone || Tommy Shelby x Reader ||
FanfictionA woman of business. She left London looking for where she could stay low for some time and luckily she had found a place. Birmingham. Still wanting to make money she does small deals in the small place she lives in. Though, she started going to a b...
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