#three is perfect

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“This is going to be terrible for business.” Sansa sighed.

“Not everything is business, Red.” Alfie told her.

“Oh please. I know you two.”

“Can we take you out?” Tommy asked from her side. “We want to prove to you this is serious.”

She gave him a look. “So you keep saying.”

“Come on, sweetheart.” Alfie sat down on her other side. “Even Tommy wouldn’t go this far for a lie.”

Tommy glared at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m just saying you were really enthusiastic about all of this.” Alfie offered. “It can’t be a lie.”

Sansa coughed, but it sounded like a laughter. “I was surprised by that.” She admitted.

Tommy rolled his eyes. “You both should know better than this by now. I always get what I want.”

Sansa scoffed. “How humble.”

“You’re here, aren’t you?” He threw back at her.

Sansa glared at him. “Because you two invaded my house.”

“Now, now, kids.” Alfie called. “Less fighting, more drinking.”

“The last time we did this, I woke up in bed with both of you.” Sansa reminded him.

“Let’s see if we can get that result again.” Alfie chirped.

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Tommy lit up a cigarette and took a long drag.

“I hope you’re not ready to go out yet.” Alfie called to him from inside the bedroom. “It’s a first date. Don’t go smelling like an ashtray.”

Tommy ignored him completely.

Alfie sighed and sat next to Tommy on their balcony. “What’s wrong?”

“Are you sure you told her the truth?” Tommy pressed.

“Of course I am, Tommy.” Alfie told him firmly. “I wouldn’t lie to her about something like that. Or to you, for that matter.”

Alfie knew that -deep down -Tommy knew he was telling the truth. The problem wasn’t what Alfie had told Sansa about them.

Tommy had taken Grace’s departure pretty hard; he’d liked her a lot, and he’d really wanted her to be with them. It broke his heart when she said she couldn’t understand his relationship with Alfie and that she felt he was cheating on her.

Alfie tried -many times -to tell Tommy that it wasn’t the case -he’d been upfront about their relationship from the start -and that Grace just wasn’t interested in what they had to offer. He also would never tell Tommy, but he was glad that Grace didn’t stick around. She was okay, but he didn’t like her as much as Tommy did.

He was also pretty sure she didn’t like him very much.

Grace was the reason they’d agreed that -the next time they found someone they liked -they’d pursue them together. This was why they were taking Sansa out to dinner together, that was why Alfie had explained very clearly to her that they were a package deal.

“She’s going to regret this the moment she realises we’re a couple of grumpy old men.” Tommy grumbled.

“She might.” Alfie conceded. “But we won’t know unless we try. And I really liked her; she’s sweet.”

“She is.” Tommy agreed.

“Come on. Where’s my arrogant man?” Alfie put his arm around Tommy’s shoulder. “You were never insecure about a thing. Don’t start now.”

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Sansa shouldn’t be surprised by this bullshit, but she did think those two had limits.

She’d been clearly mistaken.

Tommy and Alfie had all but invaded her house, demanding to talk to her. And she was trying to keep Arya from killing both -even though that would be amusing to see.

So she said she’d see them, and came to find the oddest sight ever. They were behaving.

Well, for them, at least.

Tommy wasn’t smoking because he knew she disliked the smell of cigarettes and Alfie was… Yes, he was holding flowers.

She sighed. “What is going on?”

Alfie looked at Tommy and the other man rolled his eyes, then indicated Sansa with his head.

Alfie cleared his throat and took a step forward. “I’m sorry.” Then he offered her the flowers.

Sansa arched an eyebrow. “What are you sorry for?” She prompted.

“I shouldn’t have hurried you.” He grumbled. “Or him, for that matter.” He pointed at Tommy. “But you know me; when I want something I grab it and I don’t let it go. You may not believe me, but I want you…”

“And me.” Tommy offered.

“And this fucker.” Alfie amended. “It’s not about power or control.”

“So what is it about?” Sansa insisted.

Alfie huffed, but he pressed on. “It’s about having you two by my side, where you belong.”

It was so typical of Alfie to be this much of an arrogant prick in a moment like this.

Sansa looked at Tommy. “What about you? You’ve been awfully quiet this whole time.”

“I like seeing him making a mess of things.” Tommy shrugged. “But I think the same. You belong with us, the same way we belong with you. I don’t want you or him, I want both of you. And we know you want both of us.”

“You were quite vocal about that.” Alfie pointed out.

“Well... Isn’t this cozy?” Alfie commented from his side of the bed.

Tommy groaned. “Shut up, Alfie.”

Sansa, smack in the middle, covered her face with her hands. “I hate you both.”

“Now, if I remember correctly...” Alfie offered. “You liked both of us quite a lot, and you...” He threw at Tommy. “Didn’t want me to stop talking.”

“It was the whiskey.”

“Keep telling yourself that, Sansa darling.”

The woman groaned. “I can’t believe we did this.”

Tommy snorted. “I need a drink.”

Sansa sat up on the bed. “I’m never drinking with you again.”

“If you don’t, you won’t have an excuse to fall in bed with us, love.” Alfie pointed out.

She threw him a glare over her shoulder. “So that’s why you insisted on drinking yesterday?”

“I don’t need an excuse to fuck you both.”

Tommy snorted again, then started laughing.

“Jesus Christ.” Sansa snapped as she scrambled to get out of the bed.

“If you’re looking for your clothes, we ripped most of them off you.” Alfie offered helpfully as she left the room slamming the door.

He turned to look at Tommy, who had managed to find his cigarettes. “You’re awfully quiet.”

“What should I say?” Tommy asked, sounding completely unconcerned.

“I was worried your pride might be feeling bruised.”

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“How long are you going to be angry?”

Sansa glared at Alfie. “I’m here to discuss business.” She hissed at him. “What are you doing here?” She demanded from Tommy.

Tommy indicated his glass. “Drinking whiskey.”

“You two are unbelievable.” She huffed.

“Come on, love.” Alfie put his feet on his desk, his hands resting on his stomach. “Why are you this upset?”

“Why?” She repeated, unable to believe he was being serious.

“Tommy gave his best.”

Tommy snickered. “Don’t get me in the middle of that.”

“In case you have already forgotten, you were quite happily in the middle of this.” Alfie made a gesture between himself and Sansa.

“Why aren’t you upset?” Sansa demanded from Tommy.

He took a drag from his cigarette and shrugged. “It’s too late for that.”

Sansa threw her hands up. “I can’t believe this.” She grabbed her purse and started leaving.

“Stark! Where are you going?” Alfie called from his place. “We haven’t even talked yet.”

The look she gave him was poisonous. “If you think you can use this against me, you’re out of your mind, Solomons. Brienne can handle business with you from now on.” She slammed the door after herself.

Tommy sighed. “I told you.”

“Shut up.” Alfie grumbled.

“We should’ve talked to her. She thinks we’re using her.”

“We aren’t.” Alfie grumbled stubbornly.

“Don’t tell me that. Tell her.”

Alfie gave Tommy a look. “So it’s ‘us’ now, hm?”

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Brienne wondered -not for the first time -how could this be her life?

“Why are you here?”

Honestly.

“I’m here to discuss business with you.” She pointed out.

Alfie Solomons remained unhappy, but that was not her problem to deal with. She turned her eyes to Thomas Shelby, who’d been smoking quietly by the corner.

“Where’s Sansa?” Alfie wanted to know.

“Busy.”

Tommy snorted from his place.

“What is he doing here?” Brienne decided to ask. It wasn’t her problem who Alfie hung around with, but this was supposed to be a business meeting between Sansa and Solomons. Shelby wasn’t involved in this.

“I’m here for the entertainment.” Tommy informed her.

“I won’t discuss this with you. I want to talk to Sansa.” Alfie insisted.

Brienne sighed. “She doesn’t want to talk to you, so you’ll have to talk to me.”

“So she’s avoiding me.” 

“I thought that was obvious.” Tommy chirped in.

Alfie sighed grumbled something that Brienne didn’t catch, but then he gave her a firm look. “Tell her to come and talk to me. To us. I’ll apologize.”

Even Tommy didn’t seem to believe in this.

“With all due respect, Mr. Solomons… Are you even sorry?” Brienne asked. “Because if you’re about to apologize just for the sake of it, you better don’t.”

“What the hell do you want from me, woman?” He demanded.