Another love

Sarah sleepily zipped up her dress as her previous nights conversation with Jesse Eden playing in her mind. She considered trying to get in contact with Kitty but after so much time Sarah wasn't sure that she could, she wasn't the same person she once was, she was dark, broken and deadly. Then her mind wandered to Tommy and how much effort it was taking her just to stay both away and angry at him, when in reality after everything they'd all lost all she wanted was family, and him breaking into her home wasn't helpful.

"Well, hit it!"

Sarah frowned from the sound of a booming voice from outside her window, she went over but quickly realised what, or rather who it was once she heard his car horn going off. Sarah groaned as she rushed downstairs and grabbed her coat before stepping outside into the winter air.

"Thank you. Thank you. Ahh Sarah! Sarah!" Alfie exclaimed as he bowed his cane in front of her.

She nodded and shoved her hands in her coat pockets, "Alfie." She sighed as she walked across the street to stand next to Tommy as he also stepped outside his house. The two of them exchanging an awkward look.

"- Morning Alfie." Tommy greeted.

"- Yeah, it is. It is. So how come everybody's in fucking bed?"

Tommy ignored him and nodded to the giant stood behind him. "So this must be Goliath. Right." Tommy exchanged a look with Sarah, a look that she knew meant he was feeling cautious, "Let me introduce you to David."

"This way, boys." Sarah smiled as she led the way

"I assume that David's out of bed?" Alfie called as he and the others followed her through to the distillery. No matter how hard she tried to fight it, Alfie always had a way of amusing Sarah "Ere how's your little redhead friend?"

"Your still not her type, Alf."

"Well if she's ever interested in testing that theory-"

"You're at the top of the list, trust me." She smirked to herself.

"Oh, right, the problem, right, now Sarah here can back me up, because she knows. Right because between rum and gin is that gin, right, it leads to the melancholy, whereas rum incites violence. You know, it also allows you to be liberated from your self-doubt. I hear you're probably more in need of the old rum at the moment rather than gin, mate. Hmm?" Alfie said to both of them before his attention got pulled away by squawking sounds "Oh, dear. Tommy, you've got fucking starlings, mate. Oh, yeah. That shit will rot your pipework. Those bastards only understand one language." Alfie said as he casually raised his gun in the air.

"It's all right, Alfie. There's no need. It's all right, I'm, er... I'm getting a kestrel." He said as he indicated for Alfie to lower his gun.

Sarah shook her head and perched herself on the edge of Tommy's desk as Alfie looked her up and down, watching her subconsciously trace where her engagement ring was meant to be.

"I hear that you've got Italians, mate. You've got a kestrel for them and all?"

"- Yes. I have a kestrel for them as         well." Tommy answered both quickly and  quietly, trying to change the conversation in front of Sarah.

Alfie nodded and carried on the previous topic, feeling pity for the woman "Well, everything is confirmed, innit? Yeah. Weakness behind the eyes, didn't blink too much. All right. You smell of smoke and coal and horses. Hmm?" Alfie spoke as he appraised Tommy who was pouring out two glasses of Gin, pushing one of them to Sarah who watched Alfie carefully  "You are back where you belong, Tommy. Eh Sarah?"

"I know that your tastes are much more refined like mine, and you don't touch it, but you have a good nose." She said, ignoring his usual ramblings as she got up from the desk and held her glass of gin in front of him as Tommy took his glass and began to move behind his desk.