Everyone needs a little Jester

In their lives!

Ok, this story came from one of my other stories, Not Another Hole. If you have read it, you know what I mean. If you have not read it, then I hope you enjoy this. First Jester and Brooke Lyn wreaked havoc on the D-tent. Now they will wreak havoc on the newsies. I hope you like it.

"Jester what are you doin'?" Brooke Lyn asked, putting a hand on her hip and watched as her best friend sneaked up behind a bull on top of a horse.

Jester put a finger to her lips, hushing Brooke Lyn and then smirked. She quickly smacked the horse on its rump as hard as she could and then ran, hiding behind some crates to watch. The horse reeled up, catching the bull by surprise as he fell backwards. "Ahhh…" he tried to grab the reins, but missed landing on his back in a fresh pile of manure his horse had just done.

Jester burst out laughing, unable to control herself. She glanced up to see the officer staring angrily at her. "Why you little…"he growled, standing up and chased after her, not caring about his runaway horse. Jester's eyes widened and she squealed running as fast as she could. She passed Brooke Lyn, who just shook her head at her. "Good luck Jester." She called after her.

"Meet me at Tibby's!" Jester called out to her and then ducked into a building, the cop hot on her heels.

Brooke Lyn laughed and turned towards Tibby's. "One of these days you'll get caught Jester." She said to herself and opened the door to Tibby's and walked in. Tibby's was filled with boys this after noon and made it hard to find a spot. Finally she spotted an empty booth and made her way to it sitting down. She ignored a few whistles and avoided the boy's looks.

"Hey ya goily. Whatcha doin' sittin' here all by yaself?"

Brooke Lyn looked up to see a short guy with slicked back hair. "Tryin' to eat. What are you doin' buggin' a girl all by yaself?"

"Names Race. Mind if I sit down."

"Seats taken. Sorry." She faked a sad look. Race just shrugged and sat down anyway. "HE can find another one."

"Who?" she asked him, grinning.

"Whoever's seat this is." He replied.

"Oh no I don't think SHE would like that."

"She? Well then she can just sit next to me. Unless you want to sit next to me?" He smirked raising his brow invitingly.

"No thanks."

A bell sounded over the door as Jester ran inside out of breath. She looked around and spotted Brooke Lyn. She walked over and raised her brow at her, nodding towards Race. "Ya loin something new everyday huh." She grinned and sat down next to Race, pushing him over before he could say or do anything. "Move it or lose it buddy." She smirked and turned towards him leaning on her elbow.

"So hello, how are you? What's your name? What brings you ta these parts of Tibby's?" she batted her lashes at him her blue eyes sparkling.

Race blinked. "Um, well…Hi. Names Race and well I saw a beautiful girl and thought I'd say hi." He smirked, winking at Brooke Lyn. Brooke Lyn just rolled her eyes.

"Oh that's nice. So Race, what do you like to do?" She nodded to him as if this was all so interesting.

"Well I like to go to the racetracks and bet on da horses." He tapped his leg nervously. This girl was weird. He looked up to see the other guys watching. A few were snickering and whispering to each other.

"Oh, well that's nice. You like racing, and betting. Well how about this, I will race you and I'll bet ya a quarter I'll win." She smirked. Brooke Lyn nudged her under the table. Jester winked at her.

Races brows shot up. He was always up for a bet. "Race me huh?" He sized her up. The girl was pretty short, he was guessing around 4"9'. He could beat her. It was settled then. He nodded and held out his hand. "Ya got a deal."

Jester licked her hand and shook his, then slid out of the booth heading outside. She noticed that not only did Race and Brooke Lyn follow, but so did the other boys.

"Ok here's how it goes. We race and who ever gets back here first, wins. Got it."

Race was thinking too much of beating her and didn't think to ask where they were gonna race to. "Got it."

"Brookey you start us." She grinned and got ready. She looked over at Race and blew him a kiss. Race grinned at her.

"On your marks. Get set. GO!" Brooke Lyn shouted.

Race shot forward, running as fast as he could. Jester ran for about 8 feet and then turned around and ran back leaning onto a crate nearby Brooke Lyn. "I wonder how far he'll go." She asked as if she was a bystander this whole time. Brooke Lyn laughed. "You don't even have a quarter to give him."

"What do you mean? I won."

"No you didn't. You stopped." Brooke Lyn said looking around at the boys who were laughing at Race.

"Sure I did. I said that the first one back here wins. I never said how far we had to go." She grinned.

"Oh boy." Brooke Lyn laughed, shaking her head. "Race is gonna be so mad."

"His fault, he didn't ask." She shrugged and turned to one of the boys and tapped his shoulder. "Hey you."

The boy looked at her with the one eye that was showing. A patch covered his other. "What?"

"Where's Cowboy?"

"He's prolly wit Sarah at the Lodging House." He smirked as he saw Racetrack heading back this way. "You might want to hurry, Race don't look too happy."

Jester nodded and grabbed Brooke Lyn's hand, moving through the crowd and dashed down the street to the Lodging House. Race was too far away to see.

Well what'd you think of that? Good start? Interested in reading more? Review and let me know. Thank you :).