THE DARK RECESSES OF SOCIETY happen to be exactly where Thomas feels most at home. He's always felt most at home here. Most at ease. Free. This is where he was born, where he was raised. It only makes sense for him to try and build something out of it, something that towers over the darkness and shines into the world of the rich and the privileged, something that appears to be affluent and important but whose roots are buried deep in the cesspool of debauchery from which it was formed.
A casino had been the easy choice. Especially after Arthur had given nearly all of their savings to their lying father at the mere prospect of the Shelby Casino and Hotel. Perhaps Tommy had decided to actually build it just to spite them both.
It doesn't really matter.
Hiring the right people had proven a matter of difficulty. It turns out that intelligent, capable people with grey morals and the ability to keep their mouth shut are quite rare. He had found a handful of them, however, and they've proven to be well worth the investment. He can leave the business to them and return to find it running just as he wants it, with no hiccups or betrayals to speak of. This is something that he does not intend to take for granted.
When he slips in through the back door of the kitchen to find it far more populated than usual, he pauses, taking a moment to glance around at everyone as he removes his hat and gloves. He recognizes all but one, a woman who seems to be the center of the small crowd that has gathered, smoking a cigarette.
Quickly a well-dressed man makes his way to Tommy and speaks lowly into his ear, filling him in on the situation, and he nods once, not looking at the other as he takes out a cigarette to light. His cigarette case is a polished silver and clearly a valuable antique, as well as the lighter he uses to spark a flame. They're both tucked away as quickly as they'd emerged, safely into the breast pocket of his jacket.
He takes a long drag, setting his eyes on the stranger. His expression remains unreadable, his body language casual, almost nonchalant. A long time seems to go by before he reaches up to take the cigarette from his lips with long, calloused fingers, exhaling smoke. Tommy uses the hand holding the cigarette to gesture at her.
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