BLEEDING HEARTS

This was a drabble written based on fanart of Syvacoer's -

http // www.deviantart . com/ deviation/ 43739099/

You must remove the spaces, or just go and look her up at deviant art.

So it's AU (but not really) -
Enjoy. Owning nothing (yeah, yeah).

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On the east side of town, that was their playground.

Long Shot McGrady, as he was called, threw down another pair of aces, as his partner was at the back squandering what little they had on prostitutes. While Bullsye Bee Molloy, stood watch at the door, lest anyone come in and find themselves liable of losing an eye.

"Ya out McGrady. Pay up." Said the sneering man across from him.

Bee came and slammed her palm down on the table. "We got a problem here?" She smirked.

Trouble was her speciality. And whilst most girls her age, were polishing shoes, or even offering even more for less than a shilling, Bee had hooked up with a back alley gang on the streets of NY.

It was where she belonged. Even if she had to deal with a half-incompetent, hormonally indulgent leader and a gambling-addicted sub-leader who stood in for the older boy when Black Michael "Jet" Walsh was too drunk to stand (which happened more times than she could count).

Half-incompetent, because when he was around, he was too busy muttering under his alcohol-stained breath about who had done him wrong, then to actually strategically plan a decent plot of vengence.

The three in the room, exchanged glances, before the man opposite Long Shot McGrady leaned back.

"No problem, little missy. Just waitin' to collect." He responded. Eyes hard. Chastising her.

"Well... how about you play another round. And THEN we can see about collecting." Bee said, not willing to play games.

The best thing to do was to keep the game goin', because after the cards stopped circulating and beer stopped flowing, there would be all hell to pay.

And with the back of the lot, still filled with giggles and strewn clothes, Bee knew she had to buy time...

---- back to reality ----

The boys' eyes were locked together in a dangerous dance of intimidation, seeing who would be the first to let up.

The wind whisped through the trees, into the tree house and whooshed through sweeping the cards on the table to the floor.

"Longshot. Just pay Sneers what he's owed" Smellerbee said, groaning and tucking her kopis type knife back away, in her armor.
Longshot stifled a sigh and pushed over the nuts he'd collected earlier. Sneers raised a nut filled hand in victory.

"Good game, McGrady" Sneers smirked and popped a nut into his mouth.

Smellerbee put her hand over Longshot's.

"Com'on let's go see if Jet's finished showing Katara around."

He nodded and Sneers gagged on a nut, at the sight of them holding hands.

"Sorry. Black Michael "Jet" Walsh." Smellerbee said, while the three of them shared a conspiring smile.

Afternoons with the Freedom Fighters were never dull, as long as they had their imaginations.