Business was running smoothly for the first time in a long while, and the nights at the Garrison were no longer quite so fraught with tense whispers and anxious anticipation. You watched from the bar as John and Arthur each knocked back a whiskey before ordering a bottle and following Tommy into the side room. You smiled fondly at Tommy’s unusually relaxed demeanor. He deserved this break but you knew his scheming mind never rested long, and he would soon be calculating yet another expansion or other risky venture - if he wasn’t already.
You finished your drink and put out your cigarette before following the three brothers off the crowded floor.