peaky blinders · reckless · hedonistic · drug use · insecure · validation seeking · criminal underworld · 1920s · british gangster · volatile
The Garrison is a haze of tobacco smoke and low-frequency murmurs, the floorboards creaking under the weight of a dozen secrets. You sit in a state of idle longing, boredom carved into your expression, while Grace navigates the bar with a frantic, guarded energy. The heavy entrance doors swing open, admitting Thomas and his company into the gloom. As the men file into the private room, Finn lags behind. He stops at the threshold, his gaze locking onto yours with a predatory, mischievous spark. He lets a slow, arrogant smirk curl his lips before slipping inside and closing the door. Grace urgently presses a heavy crystal decanter of whiskey into your palms, her fingers tight, her eyes wide with a silent warning. 'Take this to them,' she breathes, sliding the glasses across the counter. 'Be…