#Rose Coldwell

[call-sign-shark]

Enrichment

summary: Away in a luxurious penthouse, an iPhone buzzed

Rosie 🌹: Can you collect your freak of a man? He’s doing things Hev 🪽: no i set him loose on purpose. He needs enrichment Rosie 🌹: He knocked out three people at the bar and dragged James into it. I’m considering murder. Hev 🪽: Ohfuck.

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Note: James and Rose belong to my beloved @justrainandcoffee (but let's be honest, they also belong to me because I stole them, they're my babies)

+ Amos can be considered the modern AU version of Aleksander Morozova. As for Heaven, she's reader in the ongoing Shadow and Bones series Echo of Shadows.

When the tall darkness said that he wanted to bring James with him for a night out at the bar he really meant it and it had, indeed, started innocently enough. They both sat at the bar of this typical British pub, nursing pints and exchanging easy banter. Slightly intoxicated but still pretty much aware, James was waffling on rather poetically about the superiority of Irish stout while Amos, as usual, argued and disagreed just for the sake of it — at least when he felt like teasing someone. 

“You lot think Guinness is the holy grail of drink,” the dark-haired man said, swirling his drink in an exaggerated disdain, “It’s good, sure, but don’t say you know what a true beer is before trying the German ones.”

James chuckled, his charming Irish accent laced with amusement at the sight of his friend’s pitch-black eyes. Eyes that were gleaming after one too many drinks, “You’re drinking much for someone who complains. And you’ve had, what, three now?”

“Four,” The dark-haired man corrected with a smug grin, “And they have all been terrible.”

They were laughing when the trouble started. Across the room, three bulky and red-faced men were playing darts, each throw accompanied by absurdly loud cheers that reminded Amos of a bunch of apes. Yet, he had been working on his anger issues since his release from the hospital so he knew that ignoring them was the best option. And he did manage to ignore them until one of them missed the board entirely. The dart sailed across the room, narrowly missing James’ shoulder, before stabbing the wall behind him.

The blonde Irish man frowned, glanced at the dart, then looked up at the three men before easing up when he saw all the empty bottles around them, “Bit wide on that one, lads. Maybe put the pint down before someone gets hurt.” He said with a smile, showing that there were no hard feelings. Such was James nature: kind and patient. Two qualities Amos genuinely admired in his best friend.

“The fuck you want?” The fatter of the three retorted. As his smile vanished, he swaggered over with his chest puffed like a rooster and his breath reeking cheap whiskey, “What’d you say, Paddy?”

The racist nickname made James’ square jaw tightened all of sudden in both surprise and frustration.  Barely two sentences had been pronounced and yet, Amos was already high on alert, like a shark smelling blood. 

“He said don’t be a knob. I mean, we can all see that you’re ugly as fuck but wow bro, we didn’t know that you were blind as well.”  Amos’ velvet voice might have been calm, but his tone sounded like an explicit warning. 

The man’s eyes flicked to him before he sized the tall darkness by the collar of his pricey black t-shirt, “And who are you, bastard? His babysitter?”

“Aha! Good one.” Amos lips curled into a dangerous wolffish grin, “But careful there, mate. You’re one bad decision away from needing dentures.”

James groaned quietly, already predicting where this was going, “Amos, let’s just —“ 

But it was too late. Enraged, the red-faced ape didn’t wait and shove Amos but the latter responded with a quick, brutal and surgical punch right to the face that sent him crashing into the nearby table. And just like that, the bar erupted in chaos. 

“Amos, to your left!” James shouted as a second man lunged at his friend, but his reflexes were deadly precise and he managed to hit him in the gut with a swift elbow. The drunkard let out a whine  — too overwhelmed by the pain, he didn’t even get to see Amos reach for a beer bottle and smash it on the man’s head, knocking him out. 

The third man, coming to rescue his ape friends, grabbed a bar stool and raised it high. It was this, along with the realization that Amos was too busy punching the first attacker, that convinced James to jump into action despite his willingness to avoid the fray: his friend, visibly in a blind rampage mode, was in danger.

With a strength he didn’t know he possessed, James landed a punch to the guy’s jaw. No matter how calm he usually was, the Irish man was tall and imposing so it didn’t come as a surprise that one single blow had been enough to send the third man staggering backward.

Amos glanced at him, surprised but grinning nonetheless, “Aw James! Didn’t think you had it in you!” 

“I’m already regretting it,” The blonde muttered, shaking his sore hand, “We’re leaving now.” 

“C’mon, I was just getting started.” 

Amos had barely finished his sentence when the deafening sound of police sirens screamed like an ominous banshee in the dead of night,  cutting through the chaos of the roaring pub. 

“I said NOW!” Without wasting time, James grabbed the tall darkness by the arm. Even though he protested, he let himself be dragged toward the back exit as the idea of getting arrested and sent back to the mental hospital wasn’t really tempting. 

They sprinted down the alley, running so fast James felt his lungs burning in his chest and aching cramps in his legs. Next to him and equally breathless, Amos was laughing.

“Did you see that man face when you decked him?! That was hilarious.”  He shouted, clearly riding the high of the fight. 

“Shut up and run!” James retorted in a loud voice, though he couldn’t help but smirk a tad bit.

When they finally arrived at the flat James and Rose shared, all disheveled and breathless, the small Jewish girl jumped from her couch.

“Oh my! What happened?!” She shrieked, immediately rushing to the two men, who were standing quite tall compared to her short stature. Rose cupped her boyfriend’s face, her delicate fingers curling around James’ sharp jaw while her brown eyes surveyed his traits with panic.

James opened his mouth to reply but Amos beat him to it, “Someone insulted your man’s favorite beer so I had to defend his honor.”

“That’s not what happened and you know it.” The Irish man groaned, but didn’t elaborate further on the topic. A part of him was still genuinely thrilled.  Following his interjection, Rose glared at Amos and walked to him to grab his face when she noticed the faint bloodstains on his skin.

"Amos almost got us arrested." James added in the background.

"Fuck, don't snitch on me bro."

“Do you even have an off switch?” She scolded but still looked worried for the tall darkness. After all, he had managed to weave his way to her life and make himself one of her closest friends, “You’re bleeding.”

“Not mine, little flower.” His hand gently rubbed her wrist to reassure her before he raised a brow, a shark-like smile stretching his lips, “But hey, does it look good on me?”

Rose gently slapped his stubbed cheek. “Idiot.”  Then, she stepped back to observe these two grown-ups glancing at each other and suppressing laughter each time. 

“No, let me correct my mistake. Idiots. Both of you.”

[evita-shelby]

Forbidden

Based on @justrainandcoffee post where tommy is married to Rose and Eva to Alfie

For both @justrainandcoffee and @emotionalcadaver

Cw: open marriage, cheating, illegitimate children, drama

Rose was born to love Alfie just as Eva was born to love Tommy, and yet the whims of a higher power have made Rose a Shelby and Eva a Solomons.

Rose married Tommy to escape Lawerence Evertt and Eva married Alfie to escape death by firing squad. Neither are happy despite their many attempts and until they happened to meet their true soulmates by chance and realized they were married to the wrong person.

Eva met Tommy when he came to meet her husband in 1922 while Rose had reconnected with her love in the same train station she was to meet her husband on in the winter of 1918.

There was a silent agreement in their marriages, you go your way, I will go mine.

If Diane Solomons had Tommy Shelby’s cheekbones and left blue eye or if Mrs. Shelby seemed to book all their reservations with Mrs. Solomons only for both women to exchange spouses every time, no one dared to speak it out loud.

They could divorce, but their reputations could not handle it. Not after both Rose and Tommy entered politics and Eva rose so high in society even the Queen feared the witch’s displeasure.

1923 turns to 1927 and until that night they believed they could weather it and keep their arrangements until their marriage ended with death. One cannot simply divorce a gangster, nor can a female politician weather the shitstorm that would come from marrying her best friend’s ex husband while said friend married the other point of the triangle.

It is at a party for Tommy’s reelection campaign that both couples realize they cannot wait anymore.

Eva steals away with Tommy the moment both could invent a reason to get away, and Rose decides her career isn’t worth this torment and runs out of there.

She knows Birmingham as good as she knows Camden Town and leads Alfie to a Night Market she’s been dying to show him.

“This is wrong.” She breathes as they kiss in a dark corner, still terrified of stepping into the light hand and hand.

“They don’t care, love, what do you think they are doing in that dressing room right now? Next year I’ll be holding a bris for his bastard and you and I pretending we’re just friends.” Alfie says bitterly thinking Rose will call it off again.

“No, I don’t mean that, Alfie. I mean us not being together. Why must we all be miserable when the four of us can be happy with the right person? Eva loves Tommy in ways I never will, and I love you in ways she cannot.

Tommy knows it, I know it. Parliament isn’t worth all our suffering, my love.” Rose threw her arms around his neck feeling happier than she had ever been. “What do you say, Alfie Solomons, are you willing to see me burn it all to the ground for you?”

[peakyswritings]

Where Alfie tries to teach Rose how to bake, but it turns out very badly. What seems like a good start, soon turns into a chain of mistakes not even Alfie can fix.

“It was just a small mistake, Al.”

“Rosie. We almost went fucking flambé.”

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Rose Coldwell/Solomons. Rose belongs to @justrainandcoffee

A/N: made this for Rose’s birthday. I hope you and Rose both like it, Flor!🤍

Dividers credit

[mischievouslittlecreature]

Rose Coldwell

Rose Coldwell is the OC belonging to @justrainandcoffee, from her amazing Alfie x Rose series! I wanted to just make a little something in celebration of her birthday! I hope you like it!

Thank you for viewing! Please consider leaving a comment, reblog, or like. I always appreciate feedback and love getting the opportunity to interact with you and hear your thoughts!

[call-sign-shark]

Little Flower

Game: What does Amos think of your OC? @justrainandcoffee

Rules: This game doesn’t reflect the author’s opinion but the thoughts of a fictional character. Amos lacks of interest in people and is mean, sarcastic. Beside, this game is not an ego contest nor meant to be a battle. Your character get roasted, we all laugh, and that’s all. PLEASE don’t go like “blabla my character would say this, they would destroy him” like, Idc bro that’s not the point of the game.

• This is a little humbling and fun exercice aimed at making you laugh. A parody of the love and care we have for each other in the fandom. Enjoy 🖤

“Oh little flower, do you really think you know what biting truly is? Your stem might have thorns but your petals haven’t, so plucking them wouldn’t be that hard.”

Flor, you don’t make it easy because Amos genuinely loves your Rosie in his canon version so we start this game with quite a soft reply. Lucky you, you’re the only one that won’t get roasted!

Amos thinks that Rose is an endearing person with a pure heart. Her buttheaded, rebellious yet caretaker nature is something he does value in her. In fact, Amos has quite a sharp sense of justice, so the fact Rose fights for women’s and minority’s rights impresses him. Modern!Amos has really nothing to say to hurt Rose.

To be fair, I can’t even imagine him hating on her in their Peaky Blinders verse — and God knows how surprising it is. YET, in this context, Amos would roll his eyes at her tendency to mingle in affairs that don’t concern her but since she often does so to protect those she loves he kinda gets it. He’d also say that, while quick-witted, Rose might think of herself more unbreakable than she really is and that her bite isn’t as strong as she thinks it is.

I don’t know if it makes sense but I swear his opinion about her is overall positive, even non-medicated and with the 1920 mentality. She truly is the winner despite the fact she’s, I quote Amos, “a fucking cheater, an angry midget and a butthurt sore-loser”.

[evita-shelby]

The best forgotten birthday

For @justrainandcoffee and their wonderful oc, Rose Coldwell-Solomons 🖤🖤

Cw: drinking

“What do you mean nothing?” Rose had asked when the reading didn’t show what she wanted to know.

“No gift, no party, not even a whiff of it in the readings.” The witch shuffled her cards once more and this time put them back inside their case. “Tommy’s busy tomorrow evening, has a business meeting in town, do you want to do something fun?”

If Alfie has the audacity to forget his wife’s birthday, Eva will make damn sure Rose Coldwell-Solomons has the best night ever at his expense.

She knows her fairly well and Eva knows partying like she knows the cards. This was going to be fun.

“Beats doing nothing at home.” The Queen of Camden town pouts at the disappointment from having her loving husband forget her birthday.

It was very unlike Solomons, as strange as if Tommy would forget hers.

Rose comes dressed to the nines and does not know why the chauffer balks at the idea of Mrs. Shelby driving herself anywhere and asks that she drive instead. So what if Eva crashed a few vehicles?

It is fun, even as they try to keep things proper and pretend Eva’s not feeling the hurt Rose feels thanks to her lack of inhibition at the moment.

“You know what I haven’t done in some time?” Rose begins to open up after they leave one of Tommy’s clubs where no one knows her.

The witch knows what she means, the last time Eva did that she ended up fucking Tommy after trashing his hotel room instead of telling him the Italians were coming after them. Its been so long since she’s gotten drunk without impending doom.

“Did you know some tequilas are kosher?” the witch motions of the waitress to bring that very special tequila Tommy always makes sure they have in stock.

Tommy has been told that his witch has gone out with Alfie’s wife and even worse, implied to have been driving the two of them.

Rose is a good driver; he knows that because in the outings she and Eva have, she is always driving.

Eva is a shit driver.

She is great at everything else, but God had not graced her with the ability to drive.

Tommy is very relieved to know that the officer calling him about her isn’t saying they are calling because she crashed. Frankly, the gangster turned politician preferred her to be in jail for the night than know she was behind a wheel.

Eva’s permitted to speak to him and in her drunken stupor, she giggles and laughs and flirts with him in ways she would be caught dead doing it sober. If the officer had not stopped her, the witch would’ve tried to fuck him through the telephone as they always do when either of them are away.

“Nice to know Mrs. Shelby still has her fire.” Solomons has a shit eating grin when he arrives at the station to bail out his wife.

“I never forget her birthdays.” Tommy replied dryly and tried not to lose his patience with the man.

“I didn’t fucking forget! Had a surprise for her, that’s all.” Alfie sighs dramatically in his own defense and lays the blame on someone else. “I thought your old ball and chain knew everything? It’s her fault my Rosie thinks I forgot her birthday!”

“Eva is not infallible.” Tommy stresses her name to show his dislike of the words he used. “There are things that even the universe cannot tell her or won’t for shits and giggles.”

“Like getting my wife drunk out of her mind on her birthday and calling me a prick for forgetting it.” Solomons pinched the bridge of his nose to relieve the headache Eva had caused.

Shelby would be lying if he wasn’t proud of his wife’s antics tonight. Causing Solomons some discomfort was always fine with him.

Its not long until the Policewoman comes escorting their unusually drunk wives out of a cell. They are chatting and laughing loudly with the other women held up as if they were friends, someone even goes as far as wishing Alfie a good kick in the nuts for it.

Even if Eva is suggesting they try swinging or a foursome and Rose in hysterics because her husband had a surprise for her the entire time, the women had their fun which is all that matters at the end of night.

[peakyswritings]

For @raincoffeeandfandoms ’s celebration🎉 I’m so glad you’re a part of this community , Flor, and that you chose to share with us your beautiful fics. Rolfie has a special place in my heart🤍

I chose the prompt “Getting a bath ready for them both”, cause these two babies deserve a romantic night✨

Rose Coldwell Solomons is Flor’s OC

[mischievouslittlecreature]

I was searching pictures for an hypothetical Rose dressing district 12 and I found:

Tommy needs this 😂. (All of them are true)

@justrainandcoffee salkfjklsdjgfdsg It's PERFECT! She could give it to him as a wedding gift after he and Lucy get married 🤭

It looks very cozy too. I can just envision him wearing it on cozy nights lounging on the couch by the fire or working at his desk late into the evening 🥰.

[call-sign-shark]

𝒮𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓀’𝓈 𝒳𝓂𝒶𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓎, 6th December

In the middle of his chaos there was her, there had always been her, the only flower that grown in lifeless soil. As soft and enchanting as she was, Rose Solomons had been standing by his side in raging storms and murderous tempests, keeping him from breaking so many times Alfie had lost count. Offering her a peaceful life near the beach was the least could do. And each time he looked at their daughter playing with the sand, her mother’s hat on her head and a smile beaming, he knew he was the luckiest man on earth.

To celebrate Christmas I’ve been using my free time lately to create 23 gifts that are already programmed, most of them for my beloved Peaky blinders mutuals. I’ll post one gift per day until Christmas, so stay tuned in because yours are coming. You just don’t know when! 🎄-I’m a day late with this one but I was working all day and evening, so I’ll post two gifts today. -

[evita-shelby]

While the moms are away

For @justrainandcoffee alfieverseray

Allie and Rose are her creations, Diane and Eva are mine

Cw: dad's playing dress up with their daughters, mentions of past cross dressing and slight mentions of couples sexual life

He adores his children, his daughters especially, but they took great delight in pushing his limits.

Eva usually took her to her playdates or hosted them. After all, his wife was charming and interesting ... and female.

She could wear costume jewelry and make up and a cheap feather boa as pink as the rest of Diane’s room.

Tommy Shelby would lose his next election if anyone even heard of this.

But he is not alone in his torment. On the other side of the tiny French table in an equally fancy tiny stool sits Alfred Solomons wearing the pink derby hat Eva never even wore once and painted with Eva’s favorite red lipstick. You know that one that had a matron at a charity luncheon call a whorish shade of red.

“Allie, sweetheart, you missed a spot.” Tommy knows he’s playing with fire, but Solomons pointed out Tommy had ear piercings and now Eva’s hoops hung from his ears.

He once pretended to be a girl so Greta could sneak him into her dormitory when they were teenagers and her father sent her to a catholic private school. For several weeks the matrons in charge believed he was Thomasine Shelby, cousin of Ada Shelby visiting from Cork.

And now he is plotting his revenge while they wait for Eva and Rose to return from some ladies charity bazaar they organized for her reelection campaign.

Solomons only glares at him murderously but bites his tongue in front of their daughters. Their strange friendship and enmity is only allowed to show in subtle things to prevent the children, the girls in particular, from hearing swear words in any language or see either father pointing a gun at each other again.

“Di, Princess, didn’t your mummy get you that wig at the costume shop?” Alfie asks with such a shit eating grin that only makes Tommy hate him more. “The blonde one you asked for because you wanted to be Rapunzel for Halloween?”

“Alfie, I will tell Eva to tell your wife about her Russian toy if you don’t stop.” Tommy warns, well, vows as the girls fit the long wig on his head.

Alfie knew what toy he meant, he’d heard of it from Tatiana as they made a change to their plans after the orgy. Tommy has been mocked by him for letting Eva fuck him like that ever since.

“Tell her, I dare you.” The Jewish Gangster smirked. Tommy wasn’t sure if the Solomons were as adventurous in bed as he and his witch were or Rose was not into dominating her husband like Eva was.

Tommy then decides it's just easier to shove him into the pond again even if Alfie drags him down with him. “Girls, how about we stop playing princess tea party and have a picnic by the pond again.”

A/N: the Russian Toy is the strap on Tatiana gave Eva in a Dull Party

[peakyswritings]

Happy anniversary, Flor!

@justrainandcoffee I made this little thing for Rose’s anniversary, I hope you like it! Let me tell you I’m so glad you chose to give life to Rose. Over this year you build a whole universe around her, and made us part of it through all of your fics and moodboards, and she made her way into our hearts this way. This place wouldn’t be the same without you and her🤍

Rose is Flor’s OC, check out her story, you won’t regret it!

[call-sign-shark]

Rumors said Alfie Solomons is a dangerous lunatic, whose antics led more than one man to the grave. But between the claws of that bear is a rose, whose divine pulchritude and fierce spirit are able to tame Alfie. In the midst of London's chaos, amid a gang war, or at the edge of death, Rose Coldwell was his light. His love. His soul. In this life, and all others to come.

Happy Birthday Flor (@raincoffeeandfandoms).

Thank you for being a wonderful mutual. Your neverending support and your friendship mean a lot to me, so let me gift you this little moodboard to show you my gratitude. My gift to you for this very special day is a tribute to your OC Rose and her husband because God knows how much this couple is dear to me. I hope I've managed to do them honor.

Love,

Shark.

[evita-shelby]

The Wandering

thank you @justrainandcoffee for letting me play with Rolfie and make this sequel to We didn't start the fire🖤

this is only a preview

summary: the Nelsons visit the Wandering Jew on Halloween and Rose makes the mistake of asking Eva to investigate the ghost as well as the strange vibe the hotel has.

Their first trip after the pandemic is London to visit Katie and her husband.

Its Halloween and because they don’t want to make things awkward with his sister and her husband ---because Eva has had baby fever after seeing Laurie's baby daughter---, they stay at the Wandering Jew.

They knew the owners, Rose and Alfie even if neither Jack nor Alfie could stand each other. They were more Eva and Katie’s friends than his and suddenly he and Alfie are sharing a rum bottle because Rose swears there’s a ghost in this place and Eva dabbles in witchcraft.

Jack wouldn’t lie and say he doesn’t believe her if their room and the hall it was didn’t give him a nauseating sense of déjà vu.

The painting with a red bearded knight and the lady that reminded him of Eva had been the first, then the dent on the simple candleholder felt like he’d been the one to drop it and the bed board ,to top it all off, had their initials in a heart with today’s date.

“Do you think it’s safe?” Alfie asks Jack who he assumes knows the answer as he takes another candy from the obnoxiously huge bag of Halloween candy they’d brought from the States at Rose’s request.

“Fuck if I know.” Jack takes a swig of the rum bottle having no fucking clue what this will bring.

And then they woke up alone in the waiting room with a hangover. The Hotel looked the same when he went upstairs to his room expecting to find a sleeping Eva who’s going to tease him for getting blackout drunk last night.

The door opens to reveal a medieval castle, Eva dressed exactly like the woman in the painting and talking like she’s in a Shakespearean play. And because he thought it was just a crazy sex dream, he let Princess Eva led him to the bedroom only to find himself alone and back in the hall of the Wandering Jew.

Not only that he is wearing the heavy steel armor, the red beard he’d kill to grow out like that and even worse, completely sober.

Had to be a dream, must’ve been the rum, the candy and the takeout they had last night.

“Fucking hell, what sort of ritual did Evie do?” Alfie, dressed in simple medieval clothes, appears from a different room.

[call-sign-shark]

Shark, I'm coming with a truck filled with angst.

Last night, after posting that blurb about Amos and Rose, I thought about how abruptly ended their nights the 4 shared together after the moment Rose and James broke up. First, because it was sudden (a month and half 🙃) and then because a) she moved to another fucking continent and b) James disappeared from the world, except for few brief interactions. And 😭🤧. There were no more stupid arguments over games, or movies/dinners whatever for a long time and the uncertainty if that was going to happen again or not.

I know Rose, alone there, and James isolated miss, not just eachother, but those happy times too and 😭.

That's it. Let's continue with the happy world they're now 🤧.

You didn’t have to hurt me like this, Flor. 😭

I truly think it’s dramatic. Both Amos and Heaven don’t have many friends because of their distrust toward people. Beside, scarce are people who wish to befriend two former residents from a psychiatric facility for dangerous patients. I think their first reaction to the breakup of James and Rose leaving would be freezing. Like, they wouldn’t believe it at first. Then would come the sadness like a truck driving high speed on a highway.

I felt like the most impacted one would be Amos ‘cause he’s the one that gets to almost lose his best friend. Regarding Hev, she’d still be quite in touch with Rose through video calls and even though that’s not the same, it still fed their friendship.

Amos doesn’t let people in easily. Like, really. He had created walls around him so high that when someone knock them, he’s terrified of losing them.

[evita-shelby]

We didn't start the fire

Jack and Katie Nelson end up meeting Rose and Samuel Coldwell after getting arrested for the same crime in the same neighborhood

rose and sam belong to @justrainandcoffee

cw: drinking, drunk people, arson, absent dad, arrests

When Jack and Katie decided to track down his father, whom not even his elder half-brother knew, they didn’t think they’d end up in London.

Eva had come on business and while she did what she came here for, Jack had called Katie, who was visiting Colin’s family here, and went pub crawling for old time’s sake.

He should’ve known it was a bad idea when, despite being busy with vlogging everything they did, his sister managed to find his dad’s address. Katie was white girl wasted by now and Jack had reached that point of fuck it we ball moment of the night.

Jack had gotten a bottle of Bushmills Whiskey for the road somehow remembering that was his dad’s favorite drink when Eamon O’Neil met Rosemary Nelson during graduate school.

When they found the nice house empty and showing signs of a happy upper middle-class family it brought up all those times his mother struggled to raise him and his sister and all those times he could’ve used a fucking dad.

“Fuck him! Fuck that guy, you don’t need him, Jack. You hear me!” Katie pulls him down to her height as she assures him that his father doesn’t deserve to even know him.

And suddenly the ribbon in Katie’s blonde hair is shoved half ways into the bottle they were sharing at the curb and the lighter he kept from that day he met Eva in Vegas is in his hand.

The Instagram video has him tossing a Molotov cocktail prefaced with the words, “Fuck you!”. An iconic moment followed by him angrily ranting at the security camera closest to him about how Eamon O’Neil was a piece of shit who abandoned two pregnant women in Boston during his time at MIT.

In the same neighborhood, Rose and her brother had done the same to the house of Samuel Coldwell.

They are put in the same cell and nature takes its course.

Katie leads the way, always the funny charming one who knows how not to step on people’s toes while Jack has the subtlety of Godzilla trampling Tokyo. But with a few drinks in, a shared hatred of their absent fathers and being in here for the same crime two Irish Catholics and two English Jews become unlikely friends.

“Yeah, Jack can make molotov cocktails because he w---” Jack using his sister’s drunk state and his greater height to successfully put his hand over her mouth to prevent her revealing where his skills came from.

“Huge fan of the Good Place.” He says with a laugh that works good enough for the two women who end up changing the topic while Sam Coldwell silently agrees to keep his secret.

He’d been in a gang until he got too good at it and pissed off the leader causing him to end up in fucking Melbourne, Australia to avoid prison. Luckily there had been no proof and Jack was able to return with a masters in finance and a short but lucrative career as a webcam model.

Now he had graduated from Harvard Business College, gotten the investment firm off the ground to great success and would marry the love of his life if she could just get here to bail them out.

“Do you guys need any help getting bailed out, my girl says she doesn’t mind.” He offers after the phone call goes well enough.

“My brother-in-law is already coming, thanks for the offer.” Sam rejects the offer, and both guide their sisters ---who are tearfully bidding each other farewell and exchanging numbers as jumbled as they come out their mouths--- out of their cells.

Jack finds Eva chatting amicably with what he presumed is Rose’s husband and greets his future wife with a short kiss and threw his arm over her shoulder before asking, “How do you guys know each other?”

“We fucked the same guy.” Evie answered far too casually as she led them out the station and into Colin’s car.