for the drabble or moodboard asks, how about Florence and Eva in anything you want to do for them.
This one took a bit of a modern twist...
Flo and Eva certainly knew how to party - perhaps a bit too excessively if you were to ask Tommy Shelby. Particularly when their evening concluded with the two women indulging in his finest whisky in the confines of his study.
"What the fuck is she doing here?" He demanded, motioning to Florence.
Eva waved a dismissive hand, "She's my friend."
Fucking typical, of all the women she could befriend, it had to be the troublesome, investigative journalist who he couldn't seem to rid himself of. Thanks a fucking lot, John. He made a mental note to bill his brother for the whiskey his woman necked like it was fucking water.
Neither of the giggling women seemed too concerned for Tommy's impending aneurysm, evident when he picked up the phone, and they both began to shout various food items as if he had uber eats on speed dial.
For fucks sake.. "John, come and get your fuckin' woman out of my house before I fucking shoot her, eh?"
Flo and Eva exchanged glances, attempting to maintain a serious demeanour, but their composure quickly crumbled. Laughter erupted between them, and they collapsed onto the floor in a tangled heap. Tommy, utterly exasperated, let out a heavy sigh and shook his head as he exited the room, leaving the sound of their laughter echoing behind him.
