Working with the Shelby taught her to be on time. Mostly because Tommy hated when he didn't see her before starting his day, but also because she had always a ton of things to do, and wasn't up for extra hours.

However, old habits die hard, and as she walked into the betting shop twenty-one minutes late, her brother didn't miss the spot. "Look who's late again!" Carl exclaimed, sharing a playful look with a snorting John.

"It's your fucking fault if I'm late in the first place," Sullivan complained, laughing along. Within the month her brother had spent with all of them, he had grown close to each one of the Shelby family member, even more to John, with he was always messing around.

"Maybe, but I woke up this morning old lady," the Miller sibling replied, earning himself a glare from his younger sister. The male chuckled, watching her walk to Tommy's office, knocking lightly on the door.

"Come," Tom responded. She opened the door and closed it behind her, running her hand through her hair. "I was looking for you," he announced, motioning for her to approach.

"I know," Sully sighed, sitting on a chair in front of Tommy. "I didn't wake up this morning, to be honest."

Tommy grinned, offering a cigarette she hurried to grab. He lighted it, watching the flame of his lighter reflecting in her eyes. "They were taking bets about whether or not you'd be late," he revealed.

"I'm starting to regret bringing him to Birmingham," the blonde joked, staring back at Tommy. She kept her eyes on him for another minute before standing up, perching her cigarette in the corner of her lips. "I'd better go because my boss is kinda exigent, isn't he?"

Tommy stood up, his hands pressed against his desk. "No, listen to me first," he required, soothing the girl's rush. "We're reopening the Garrison today, love."

Sullivan's expression shifted from half-asleep to a bright smile, her hands clasped together. "Really?" she asked, her eyes widened with joy, dropping her cigarette in the ashtray. When Tommy nodded, smiling back at her, she rushed by his side, jumping in his arms. "I fucking quit this hell," she giggled in his chest.

"Thank you," Tommy sarcastically replied, unable to stop a laugh from escaping his mouth.

Sully lifted, her glowing eyes meeting his ocean ones. "Okay, I'll find you a secretary by myself, I promise," she stated firmly, kissing his cheek fondly.

"I'll show you around," Tommy said softly, running his hand through her hair and kissing her forehead. Sully didn't waste a minute to rush out of Tommy's office, joining her brother's side.

"My pub's reopening, bitch," she announced, elbowing him playfully. "You owe me 15 pounds, by the way. I'm not late anymore," she added, winking to her older brother.

"I thought it was Arthur's pub," Carl denied while squinted his light eyes, dimples digging his cheeks as he smirked in victory.

Sully rolled her eyes, taking sight of Tommy waiting behind her, keeping a little distance between them so he won't step in the middle of their conversation. "Pub's mine by fucking heart," she replied bitterly while slapping his neck. "Get dressed properly, and don't forget the bloody money," she reminded, following Tommy through the shop.

As soon as they exited the shop, Sully slid her hand into Tom's, following him excitedly towards the Garrison. She squealed when he pushed the door open, his blue eyes turning with her with a frown. "You sure you're not going to fucking faint, right?"

Sullivan shrugged, her eyes sneaking through the glass doors. "Depends on what kind of work you did here," she replied with a smile, turning on her heels to face Thomas. "I can't promise anything," she assured, waiting impatiently for him to open the last door.

When he finally did, she stormed into the pub, staring intensely at every detail.

Sully was tempted to dramatically fall on the floor just to testify of the damn good job her boyfriend had done with the Garrison. Tools had been scattered around the counter, which was polished, the dark wood seeming like a rich one. The simple chairs that once filled the pub had been replaced by seats decorated by gorgeous details; the windows had been covered by burgundy velvet curtains, and little statues were laying on the edges.

"What do you think?" Tommy's deep voice asked in her ear, leaning forward as if he was trying to see the pub through her eyes.

"Oh, Tom," she answered in a low tone, still taking in the beautiful room, "I'll have to dress better to work here again, that's for sure," she commented. Sully turned around, her eyes focused on his. "That's bloody beautiful, I love it."

"I knew you would," Tommy answered, smiling down at her. He brushed his fingers on her cheek, staring at the happiness painted on her features. "Go home, get ready for the reopening. Start to think about your office substitute, too."

"Will do, Boss," she replied with a giggle, kissing his lips quickly.

Sullivan returned to the Garrison, her high heels resonating on the wooden floor when she stepped inside. The red dress she was wearing copied her shape, complimenting her still young body, though she knew she would regret this choice the moment she would start to work. She slid behind the counter, enjoying the small amount of people, considering the event hadn't started yet.

The half of her hair was tied up in a fishtail French twist, falling on her right shoulder. When the Peaky boys stepped into the Garrison, Tommy instantly joined her behind the counter, watching her serve a whiskey with ice to a man and his wife. "If I knew you'd come dressed like that," he sighed, one of his hands placed in the small of her back while she leaned forward, listening to another customer.

"Hello," a feminine voice greeted on her left, startling the blonde. She looked at a beautiful brunette, her hair graciously held up in messy curls, dark eyes scanning Sully's face. "I'm Lauren," she then introduced, smiling kindly.

"I'm Sully," she responded, returning the female's warm smile. "It's nice to meet you. I assume you're one of the new waitresses, aren't you?"

Lauren chuckled, her eyes closed as she did so. "That's right," she answered, glancing towards Tommy before quickly returning to the blonde. "I guess we'll work together soon," she added before walking at the other end of the bar, serving some men.

Sullivan nodded, appreciating the woman. Her eyes fell on her brother and John in front of them, the pair watching Lauren carefully. "Oi," she exclaimed, catching their attention. "Don't you fuck my colleague, alright? Seem to forget the last time you did."

"The last time, eh?" John repeated, nudging his friend's ribs, "what happened the last time, Carl?"

"Yeah, Carl," Sullivan pushed, grasping the empty glass Tommy handed to her, pouring a cocktail inside of it and outstretching it to a customer. "Tell us what happened the last time."

"Chill out, sister," the Miller boy snapped, giving her a cigarette. She accepted it, busting it between her lips.

Tommy leaned towards her as Arthur's loud footsteps approach them. "What happened the last time?"

Sully scoffed, letting Arthur light up her cigarette. "She got fired because she... Well, she performed on him while he was serving cocktails to rich ladies."

Thomas scoffed beside her as she took a drag of her cigarette, blowing the smoke in Arthur's face. "Move from behind that bar before I move you myself," he ordered, "you're not working tonight, love."

"Alright, Boss," she replied, smacking Arthur's shoulder playfully. "You're taking my place?"

"No one can," the eldest Shelby replied with a laugh, pushing her gently towards the tables, where their family was sitting. "Love the dress, though."

"Of course you do," she muttered, sitting down between two empty chairs. Arthur sat by her side a second later, sliding a glass of whiskey in front of her, exhaling sharply as he leaned backward in his chair.

She looked around the pub, looking for Tommy, but instead of spotting her she saw Ada walking inside, holding an agitated Karl on her chest. "No way," she exclaimed, standing up quickly and rushing towards the brunette. "Ada!" she greeted, smiling fondly at the woman.

"Sul," Ada replied, hugging her friend tightly.

"You came," Sullivan stated, breaking their embrace to caress Karl's cheek. "Hey, you," she spoke, the boy smiling brightly to his aunt, outstretching his arms for her to hold him.

"Don't keep him around the boys too long," the mother required, adjusting the boy's jacket around his shoulders. "Don't want him to bloody curse in a year."

Sullivan laughed, cooing sweet words to the boy. "I shouldn't keep him too long then," she responded to Ada, glancing at her. "Looks like I'll spend the night around them."

Ada nodded, mentally noting to come to them take her son whenever he had said hello to his uncles, and walked away towards the counter. On her way back to the table, Sully stopped in front of Tommy, showing him the little boy in her arms. "Ada's here," Tommy stated, looking around him to spot his sister somewhere.

"Counter," the blonde informed, sending him on his way before sitting back at the table, Karl settled on her laps. "Say hi to your family, Karl!" The boy squealed, outstretching his arms in Arthur's direction, the man mimicking hid action. Sully watched the baby boy jumping in his uncle's embrace, giggling when he tickled his sides.

"When are we fucking drinking, eh?" John exclaimed, gesturing towards his empty glass.

Sullivan scoffed, sharing a glance with Esme next to her husband. "When I'll see my brother bloody dancing," she offered, challenging Carl with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you coming with me if I do?" Carlisle retorted, smirking. Sully stood up, outstretching her hand for Carl to take it and walk with her in the crowd. He led her in the middle of people dancing, swinging her arm around her shoulders playfully.

"Remember when we used to do it in town?" the male asked, bringing a laugh through hid sister's throat.

"Dad would go fucking mad when he caught us," she added, spinning around and grasping her brother's hand again.

Carlisle looked above her, spotting Tommy now sitting with his brothers. "You built something good here, sister."

The blonde lifted, catching the look he was sparing towards their table and grabbed his hand. "You're a part of it now," Sullivan stated firmly. Carl stared down at her, his little sister, the very same he let go with an abusive man years ago, who ran away. The one he had found again.

He hugged her tight, taking her by surprise, but she didn't hesitate to hug him back. "I'm so sorry," he whispered in her neck, which made her smile.

"I know," she responded, breaking their embrace. "It's time to have a little fun, brother."

Carlisle nodded in agreement, following her through the crowd of people until she stopped, sitting down in her seat. The empty seat on her left was now filled by Tommy's frame, laughing at something Arthur had said. "We started without you," Arthur informed, gesturing towards the shot glasses in front of them.

"You're hurting my feelings here," Sullivan replied, pouting sadly. The eldest Shelby scoffed, motioning for a waitress to bring them the same thing before returning to his family.

"What fucking happened with her colleague?" John demanded, glancing at Carl.

"Don't you want to know anecdotes about her when she was still speaking normally?" Carlisle replied, his sister sighing from across the table.

"I never did anything that funny," the blonde argued, looking at Polly behind her. The woman was adamantly speaking with Ada.

Carl scoffed, bringing her with them. "Liar," he replied with a grin. "It took her six months to learn ninety-nine bottles of beer on a wall because she didn't understand how the song works."

Their shots were placed in front of them, Lauren smiling down at Sullivan when she excused herself. The blonde took one, swallowing it quickly and slamming the glass on the table. "He couldn't remember our fucking national anthem," she replied.

"Probably because it's not even official," the male defended, "but please, remind me."

Sullivan shared a look with Tommy by her side. "We don't sing political songs in here," she spoke with a shrug. "But I remember it."

John clapped his hands, passing his arm around his wife's shoulders. "Sullivan, one, Carlisle, zero. You suck at this," he joked while pushing the male shoulder.

Carl swallowed his own shot, Arthur already ordering others, and his eyes challenged his sister. "She learned a limerick when she was six, and couldn't stop chanting it around."

Sullivan laughed, elbowing Arthur. "Mom would go mad about that," she confirmed, pushing the braid behind her shoulders. "Then I taught it to Arthur," she added.

"Quite a Jill, eh," Arthur replied with a scoff.

"I remember that," Tommy spoke for the first time with a smile, glaring at his girlfriend. "Finn wouldn't stop repeating it."

Sully laughed, her hand grabbing Tommy's gently. "I told you I was sorry about that," she exclaimed. "He fucked my best friend twice, and almost shot me after."

"Alright, in my defense," Carlisle exclaimed, raising his hand towards the blonde in front of him while glasses were put on the table again, "she was threatening me to tell our parents."

"Okay, Esme, my faithful and only friend around this table," Sullivan called, earning herself a playful punch from Arthur, "is that a legitimate excuse to shot someone?"

The woman looked at her husband, whom of which raised an eyebrow at her, and then grabbed a glass, swallowing it. "Holy no," she responded.

Sullivan smiled, standing up to high-five the girl. "I would've said yes if you'd asked me," John mumbled.

"This is why I didn't ask you, idiot," she retorted with a frown, sitting back.

"By the way," Carlisle exclaimed, gaining the people's attention, "Sam fucked her too."

Sullivan gasped, a laughter escaping her throat, "Gross!" she commented, scrunching her face in disgust.

"And whatever you have against me I fucking win," Carl regained, pressing his palms on the table and standing up, mimicked by his sister. They stared into each other's eyes dramatically for a second before he smirked. "She burnt our mother's chapel when she was nine," he announced.

Sullivan simulated a faint, falling back in her chair with a laugh. "You got me here," she agreed, catching Tommy's disbelieving look. "What can I say? I was nine, clumsier, young and I was playing with fire, literally."

Carl laughed along John and Esme, Arthur only ordering new drinks for all of them. "Okay, now tell me what happened here, with her," Carl required.

Arthur clapped his hands, gushing loudly as he bumped his shoulder into Sully's. Ada appeared a second later, Karl in her arms, staring awkwardly at Arthur's. "We're telling tales about Sully's to her brother," the eldest explained, motioning for her to sit with them. The brunette laughed, taking the empty seat beside her older brother.

"I'm Ada, by the way," the brunette introduced towards the only blonde male of the table.

"I'm Carl," he responded with a bright smile, "Sul's brother."

They introduced each other more deeply while Arthur and John were discussing what story they could tell firstly. "She started working here and she broke ten glasses and a table on her first day," Arthur began.

"Fair enough," Sullivan commented, taking another shot.

John shared a glance with Tommy and spoke up. "She punched Stacy and threw her in the Cut," he followed.

"She insulted me," the blonde defended.

"Tell the truth," Carl required, noticing that light her eyes were always wearing when she was lying.

The alcohol in her veins didn't let her time to think about her words. "Maybe I was a little bit jealous too," she admitted.

"She let one of my favorite horse fucking run away," Tommy added, smiling at his girl.

"Sully fucking messed an entire pub because she was bloody drunk," John continued, Carl laughing loudly.

"I don't remember that," Sullivan interrupted, raising an eyebrow at the Shelby brothers.

Arthur pursed his lips, barely containing a burst of laughter. "You were fucking drunk," he confirmed. "You danced on a table, fell, fainted, woke up, cried on the floor, a man approached to ask if you were okay, ya hit him, turned the whole bloody pub upside down."

"Almost set the bloody Marquis on fire," John completed, his smile so big it was probably hurting his cheeks.

Sullivan's mouth widened in shock, her eyes shining with disbelief. "How come I never knew about this?" she asked, sharing a confused look with Tommy.

"We didn't remember," he affirmed, but facing his girlfriend's unconvinced expression, he laughed. "We paid."

Sully laughed, resting her forehead against the table. "You've got a real problem with fire, love," Arthur commented, the blonde laughing at his words.

"She taught us how to dance her bloody country shit," Ada spoke.

"And only Finn remembered it," Sullivan sadly sighed, straightening up to lean against the back of her chair, her hand wrapped around Tommy's on her lap.

John stood up, swallowing his drink quickly, placing a toothpick between his lips. "Bullshit," he exclaimed, motioning for her, Carl and Arthur to get up. "I bloody remember and I'll bloody show you."

They danced for the rest of the night, Arthur providing him in drink. She often saw him sniffling on what he explained to her was called Tokyo, most likely cocaine. She didn't comment on it, only enjoying herself around her family and friends, agreeing to dance with four men before Tommy or Arthur would pick her up, the last man she had danced with so afraid by Tommy when he came for her he almost ran away.

A bit later, when they were all sat down around glasses, she called a drinking competition to assess who would be Tommy's next secretary. When Esme lost, Sullivan promised she would find him a secretary.

Sully started to realize how drunk she was when she stood up and almost fell back on her chair if Tommy didn't hold her wrist to avoid any catastrophe. "I swear I won't set this place on fire," she affirmed, looking down at Tom, whom of which only snorted.

As she spoke to her brother, joking around like she had did all the evening, Arthur leaned towards his brother, tapping his shoulder to catch his attention. "A long time without hearing her laugh, isn't it, brother?"

Tommy looked up at the blonde, smiling at the sight of her genuine happiness. "You're fucking right, brother."

One hour later, Sully finally remembered she had to work the next morning, well a few hours later, so instead of following the boys towards another pub, she and Tommy headed to her house. She tried to walk in a straight line, her feet shaking each time they touched the ground, the high heels almost breaking each time. "Wait," she demanded as she stopped, taking off her heels as quickly as her drunk state allowed her.

"No, you can't walk without bloody shoes, Sully," Tommy disagreed, thinking of the shattered glass littered on the ground.

Sullivan slid her hand in his, her shoes in her other one. "I'm too wasted to even notice if I'm hurt," she spoke in a low tone, her eyes looking around her as if she discovered the street. "I like the new waitress, Lauren I guess?" she spoke, her knees almost giving way. "She looks good, better than the girls eyeing you all night at least."

Tommy scoffed, his arms outstretching to grab her before she collapsed on the floor, instead bringing her to his side. "Says the woman who danced with around twenty people," he replied.

"Yeah, but everyone knows I'm Thomas Shelby's girl," she giggled, bumping into him, "but girls don't know."

"I'm yours if you're mine," Tommy answered while Sully reached for her keys in her coat, handing them to the male.

Tommy unlocked the door, his hand resting on Sullivan's forearm so she wouldn't fall, and locked it behind them, carefully watching her drop her shoes and her coat on the floor, saying hello to her home. It wasn't the first time that Sullivan had came back home drunk and walked up her stairs, stumbling and catching her balance on rail or the wall. This time, it was Tommy's hands on her hips that kept her standing as she tried to concentrate on the marches she was walking.

"I messed my dress," Sullivan spoke when they stepped in her room, Tommy already unzipping the dress cautiously.

"What a shame," he commented, laughing at her sad face. Once she was undressed, she stood still in her underwear, watching Tommy undressed himself. As he removed his shirt, she stepped towards him, wrapping her shaky arms around his waist.

"You are art, Tommy Shelby," she muttered, kissing his chest fondly.