Warning: This story contains adult language, adult themes, and sexually
explicit themes. Reader's discretion is advised. Rating - R.
Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies or any of the Newsies characters. Brett, Brynn, Cocoa, Agnes, Maddock, Ms. Barrett, and other miscellaneous characters are all mine. Sweets and Morning Dew own themselves.
Come Away With Me
Chapter One: New York City Life
She was a young, attractive, tawny-skinned woman in her early 20s. She walked with a swivel in her hips and had an attitude to match. Men took notice of her on their way to work or in passing. Their reactions varied. Some tipped their hats to her in a gentlemanly fashion. Others stared at her openly. Those of the lower variety whistled and made cat-calls to her without shame. She just merely ignored those men. Today was the beginning of a new day for her and New York City.
Soon she came upon a tall, white brick building in the middle of a stately street. Walking through the doors, she was pepped up for another day of taking care of business.
"Good morning, Brett. How are you today?"
"Fine, Ms. Barrett. How are you?"
A tall, dark brown-skinned young woman entered the hallway, cheerful and in high spirits. "Well, how are you doing today, Brett? Are you ready for another day of setting tables and dusting vases?"
"As always." She said as her co-worker patted her on the shoulder. Making her way into the kitchen to grab a snack out of the icebox before working, she was met by the hard smack of a hand on her backside. She jumped up startled only to be met by the boarding house's resident handyman.
"Hi, cutie. Were you bending over to grab something out of the icebox or were you just happy to see me?"
"Maddock, you're such a pervert when you want to be."
"Aw, come on, darling. You know that I can't keep my hands off of the ladies, especially the pretty ones."
Brett just rolled her eyes at him as she poured herself a glass of orange juice. Maddock made himself comfortable standing next to her while tossing around an apple.
"So, Maddock, what have you done lately?"
"I think you mean who I have done lately." He said, moving closer to her. His salacious smile had already told her what he did. Maddock was a player to his ever-loving heart. Brett rolled her eyes as she nibbled on a powdered doughnut. Shortly, he heard Ms. Barrett call for him.
"Maddock! The sink in room 4 is leaking. Get on it!"
"Duty calls." He said, adjusting his hat. Maddock was an attractive, well- built young man who thought that he was God's gift to women. He made light passes at women whenever he got the chance to do so. He practically hit on every woman that has stayed at the boarding house and all of the employees, that is except for Agnes Mulligan.
Agnes was a former rich girl that never had to work a day in her life until she and her family lost everything they had in a fire in the Hamptons and had to start all over. She even lost her father in the fire. She had to give up her posh, boarding school education to work to help make ends meet.
Everyone viewed Agnes with a certain tolerance. Agnes had a negative air about her, which was why she was the most disliked person there. They detected her snobbish ways, but they let her know that she wasn't all that.
One day Maddock tried to flirt with her and she insulted him by saying that she did not want to have anything to do with a lower-class cad such as him. He told her that he didn't mean to hit on her and that he assumed that she was a woman but found out that she was just an ugly guy in a dress. They were enemies ever since.
Brett sat down and consumed her morning snack when she was greeted by her other friend. "Top of the morning to you, Brett, how are you, lass?"
"Fine, are you ready for another day of filling potpourri trays and polishing furniture?"
"As ready as I'll ever be."
Brynn made herself comfortable at the table with her cup of coffee. She and Brett talked for a few minutes before starting their chores of the day. Brynn was an outgoing, friendly redhead that never held her tongue. She and Brynn have been friends with each other for the past couple of years. They met when Brett started working at the boarding house. They were also good friends with Mary, better known as Cocoa.
Cocoa was a statuesque dark beauty who possessed a mature quality for her age. She was an intelligent, polite young lady whose advice one would seek, especially her cousin Boots. She was friends with all of the employees and she was the second-in-command whenever Ms. Barrett, owner of the boarding house, was away.
Ms. Barrett adored all her employees, except for Agnes. She was only tolerated. Ordinarily she would not put up with a person of such a nasty character, but because she was had good references and Ms. Barrett was familiar with her situation, she decided to turn a blind eye to her personality and employ her.
Brett and Brynn began their first chores of the day by making sure the bedroom curtains were open to allow for adequate sunshine into each room, making sure soap, candles, and other toiletries were present in every bathroom, and flowers were to be placed in every room. Ms. Barrett had a thing for flowers.
Cocoa was busy at work making a list of supplies that needed to be replenished at the end of the month. Ms. Barrett was busy checking the books for the boarding house's account.
Brett walked into the room where Maddock was lying on his back, inspecting and repairing the plumbing underneath the sink's basin. "Maddock, have you seen the dove-shaped soaps anywhere?"
"Can't say that I have, babe."
"Well, if you run across any while you're in here, I would appreciate it if you let me know."
"Sure thing, sweetness." He said, looking up at her as she was kneeling down the whole time to talk to him. He stared at her for a moment.
"What?"
"The view from down here is heavenly. I wish I could get a better look!"
Brett looked down, realizing that he was referring to the sight of her chest. She smacked him on the leg and proceeded to leave as he laughed at her playful display of anger.
She continued with her chores throughout the day. She, along with Brynn, Cocoa and Maddock, was a favored employee of Ms. Barrett's. As she worked, she made plans for herself to curl up with a good book. Normally, she would have hung out with Brynn and Cocoa for a "Girls Night Out" deal, but she decided to catch up on one of her favorite stories. She loved romance novels.
~
The Manhattan Iron Works was busy as ever. Men working on dozens of machinery throughout the foundry were the order of the day as usual. Blood, sweat, and tears drenched the employees who dealt with the heavy metal and steel that was transferred throughout the place.
Racetrack was delivering a message to another foreman about wrought iron bands in another section of the mill. The machines were functional but some of the equipment was in dire need of repair and the owner needed to know about the conditions of such. In the middle of sending the note, he made a quick stop to greet a friend. "Heya, Jack. Don't work too hard now. Ya don't wanna strain those muscles!"
Jack just smiled at his friend's concern as he left to complete his assigned task. Jack, Blink, Mush, Bumlets, and Skittery all worked in the hub of everything since they were more muscular. Racetrack, Boots, and Snipeshooter were all messengers in the large establishment. Since they were small guys, it was deciphered that they should not do die-hard manual labor. All of the former newsies liked what they did for a living. It was honest, respectable, and gave them a sense of accomplishment.
"Say, Jack, after dis ya wanna meet up at O'Brien's for some drinks? It's my turn to buy drinks. Whadda ya say?" Blink asked while in the middle maneuvering a major piece of equipment.
"Sure, Blink. Consider me there."
"Cool. When Mush gets back I'll tell him ya said yes."
He resumed his duties of operating the heavy-duty machinery as did Blink. The workday was about to come to a close and Jack needed to unwind before hanging out with his friends. The sweat glistened from his strapping body as he pulled a handkerchief from his back pocket and wiped his face of the perspiration. He couldn't wait to get home and take a cold shower. Within time the whistle blew, signaling to all that the work day was officially over and that they could go home.
"Well, that's it, fellas. I'll meet'cha at the regular meeting place, alright?"
"Sure thing, Jack. Seeya in a couple of hours." Blink said.
~
Kloppman was at his desk counting the monies for the lodging house for the week and double checking the signing book. Racetrack was keeping him company while waiting for his buddies to show up so that they could all go out for drinks. Leaning against the desk, Racetrack puffed on his cigar like there was no tomorrow.
Looking at the clock, Kloppman saw that it was nine o'clock and he wanted the boys to turn in so that they could be fully rested to deliver the weekend edition of the newspapers early the next morning. He didn't want to hear any of them complaining the next day about how they did not get enough sleep from the night before.
"Heya Race, why don't you do me a favor and tell those boys to take their showers after they finish playing cards or whatever it is they do up there."
"Sure thing, Kloppman."
With a cigar in his mouth, Racetrack happily obliged his wishes. Traveling up the stairs he heard the banter of the newsies as they were lollygagging around, playing cards, telling jokes, bragging about girls that they were planning to bed and all.
"Okay, fellas. Kloppman says dat after ya finish all ya games and stuff dat ya gotta take your showers and go ta bed."
They guys just groaned at his announcement. Race, getting antsy, stuck his cigar in his mouth and proceeded to walk around, looking at everyone sternly.
"Guys, dis ain't no joke! You're gonna take your showers and baths right after ya finish your play period. And make sure ya wash everything! It smells like ass soup in here!"
The newsies just groaned and rolled their eyes at his wiseass remark. Be that as it may, they knew that Race meant well. Soon Race was met with the hard-stomping feet of his best friends.
"Heya, Race! Ya ready ta go ta O'Brien's?"
"Heya, Jack. Yeah, let's hit it!" He said with Blink trailing right behind through the doorway.
Jack waved to the newsies that remained lounging around waiting for their turn to wash up and brush their teeth, as did Blink.
"Hey, where's Mush? Isn't he gonna join us?"
"Yeah, he's outside talking ta some cute little honey he met on da way ovah here."
"I hope I'll get lucky tonight with da ladies." Stated Jack.
"Aw, Jack. I've nevah known you ta have trouble getting women."
"Getting them in bed is da easy part. Finding one that is worth keeping is da hard part."
"Aw, Jack, don't be so down on yourself. You'll find someone dat will love ya enough for you ta keep. You'll see." Blink added, patting his friend on the back for reassurance.
"Easy for you ta say. Ya got Sweets ta keep ya warm at all times. Where's Sweets, anyway? Isn't she gonna be upset dat you're hanging out with us instead of her?"
"Nah, she isn't like dat. She knows dat I like ta hang out with my boys. She's probably hanging out with Spot or one of her girlfriends or something in Brooklyn."
Exiting the lodging house and waving goodbye to Kloppman, the guys casually strolled through the streets of Manhattan to one of their favorite hangouts for a night of male bonding and nighttime fun.
Once they entered the bar, they quickly made themselves at home in the drinking hole. Their usual hangout, Paddy's Tavern, was temporarily closed for a few days due to a death in the owner's family. They decided to go to O'Brien's instead. A busty waitress quickly approached them and took their orders.
"Beers all around, Miss." Blink said. As they made themselves comfortable, Racetrack kept eyeing the waitress.
"Keep yourself tagedda, Race. If ya smile too big, you'll get your ears wet!" Jack teased.
"Aww, shut up, Cowboy! I don't see any feminine hands roaming your body."
"Dat's because they are holding on to my tight ass when I've got them in a lip-lock!" The guys howled with laughter as they tossed down their beers in unison.
"Say, has anyone seen Spot lately?" Mush inquired.
"I saw him last week. He's been in high spirits evah since he got a new goil on his arm. And dis time it seems like da real McCoy. He really seems ta love dis one." Blink said.
"He was like dat kid in dat nursery rhyme, Georgie Porgie. He kissed all da girls and made them cry. Well, in Spot's case, he did more than kiss them!"
Everybody erupted with laughter at Racetrack's perfect analysis of Spot. They found it great that Morning Dew was in his life, taking him off of the market for flings and one-night stands. They wondered if they should be so lucky. The only one who came close was Blink. He was currently enjoying the love and attention from Spot's sister, Sweets. One of the reasons she and Blink had a successful relationship was because they both gave each other their space. Sometimes Sweets would sleep at Blink's apartment, which he shared with Mush. Race had his own place, primarily because he was a smoker and enjoyed his privacy.
Suddenly, Race saw an attractive young woman sitting at the bar cordially sipping her spirits. He had seen her before and decided to go talk to her. He proceeded to walk over to her with the others looking on.
With her back to him, she just sat at the bar primping herself as she looked into her mirror she retrieved from her purse. "Hello, dere, sunshine. How are ya doing this fine night?" He said while slanting his body onto the bar's counter.
"I was doing fine, 'til you arrived."
A look of complete shock spread across Race's face. He was not expecting such a hostile response. Jack, Blink and the others bowed their heads out of embarrassment for their friend. Racetrack, however, was persistent. He didn't seem to falter as he kept trying to gain the interest of girl at the bar. Eventually, he went back to his table.
"Ya know, I'm gonna take da high road, and not because I'm high, either!" He said as the others snickered at his comments. He decided to leave her alone, but not before insulting her behind her back for a few minutes.
"Ya know, she used ta look good from afar. Now, she's far from looking good!"
The guys laughed at his statement as he gulped down his beer. "Poor Race! Can't get close enough to a goil ta get some."
"Eh, you just wait, Mush. Dis ain't ovah yet!"
Jack just laughed at his friends' conversation. This was the life he thought. He had a job, close friends, and a roof over his head. Everything was a clean slate for him. He didn't have a woman in his life for the time being, but he still had time. He would eventually meet someone.
He soon found his thoughts drifting over to David. He was wondering how he was doing. David was currently away at college on a journalism scholarship. He kept in touch with the rest of the guys on his progress in his scholastic achievements. He was happy for him ever since he went away to college.
The night went by with the guys flirting with the various women that graced the bar, except for Blink. He was quite reserved the entire time in the presence of the opposite sex and he didn't want to give the wrong impression about his relationship with Sweets. He was very much in love with his sweetheart. He thought about paying her a visit later on that night.
After about three hours of drinking and trading sex stories, the crew decided to leave the bar and head to one of the cabaret shows that went on into all hours of the night. Passing through the streets of Manhattan, the handsome foursome strolled without a care in the world, only to explore their fun-filled dreams.
~
Author's Note: The character of Maddock is based on the appearance of actor Tyler Hoechlin, the handsome young actor who starred in the movie "Road to Perdition." He's quite the cutie now! ~ Apollonia
Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies or any of the Newsies characters. Brett, Brynn, Cocoa, Agnes, Maddock, Ms. Barrett, and other miscellaneous characters are all mine. Sweets and Morning Dew own themselves.
Come Away With Me
Chapter One: New York City Life
She was a young, attractive, tawny-skinned woman in her early 20s. She walked with a swivel in her hips and had an attitude to match. Men took notice of her on their way to work or in passing. Their reactions varied. Some tipped their hats to her in a gentlemanly fashion. Others stared at her openly. Those of the lower variety whistled and made cat-calls to her without shame. She just merely ignored those men. Today was the beginning of a new day for her and New York City.
Soon she came upon a tall, white brick building in the middle of a stately street. Walking through the doors, she was pepped up for another day of taking care of business.
"Good morning, Brett. How are you today?"
"Fine, Ms. Barrett. How are you?"
A tall, dark brown-skinned young woman entered the hallway, cheerful and in high spirits. "Well, how are you doing today, Brett? Are you ready for another day of setting tables and dusting vases?"
"As always." She said as her co-worker patted her on the shoulder. Making her way into the kitchen to grab a snack out of the icebox before working, she was met by the hard smack of a hand on her backside. She jumped up startled only to be met by the boarding house's resident handyman.
"Hi, cutie. Were you bending over to grab something out of the icebox or were you just happy to see me?"
"Maddock, you're such a pervert when you want to be."
"Aw, come on, darling. You know that I can't keep my hands off of the ladies, especially the pretty ones."
Brett just rolled her eyes at him as she poured herself a glass of orange juice. Maddock made himself comfortable standing next to her while tossing around an apple.
"So, Maddock, what have you done lately?"
"I think you mean who I have done lately." He said, moving closer to her. His salacious smile had already told her what he did. Maddock was a player to his ever-loving heart. Brett rolled her eyes as she nibbled on a powdered doughnut. Shortly, he heard Ms. Barrett call for him.
"Maddock! The sink in room 4 is leaking. Get on it!"
"Duty calls." He said, adjusting his hat. Maddock was an attractive, well- built young man who thought that he was God's gift to women. He made light passes at women whenever he got the chance to do so. He practically hit on every woman that has stayed at the boarding house and all of the employees, that is except for Agnes Mulligan.
Agnes was a former rich girl that never had to work a day in her life until she and her family lost everything they had in a fire in the Hamptons and had to start all over. She even lost her father in the fire. She had to give up her posh, boarding school education to work to help make ends meet.
Everyone viewed Agnes with a certain tolerance. Agnes had a negative air about her, which was why she was the most disliked person there. They detected her snobbish ways, but they let her know that she wasn't all that.
One day Maddock tried to flirt with her and she insulted him by saying that she did not want to have anything to do with a lower-class cad such as him. He told her that he didn't mean to hit on her and that he assumed that she was a woman but found out that she was just an ugly guy in a dress. They were enemies ever since.
Brett sat down and consumed her morning snack when she was greeted by her other friend. "Top of the morning to you, Brett, how are you, lass?"
"Fine, are you ready for another day of filling potpourri trays and polishing furniture?"
"As ready as I'll ever be."
Brynn made herself comfortable at the table with her cup of coffee. She and Brett talked for a few minutes before starting their chores of the day. Brynn was an outgoing, friendly redhead that never held her tongue. She and Brynn have been friends with each other for the past couple of years. They met when Brett started working at the boarding house. They were also good friends with Mary, better known as Cocoa.
Cocoa was a statuesque dark beauty who possessed a mature quality for her age. She was an intelligent, polite young lady whose advice one would seek, especially her cousin Boots. She was friends with all of the employees and she was the second-in-command whenever Ms. Barrett, owner of the boarding house, was away.
Ms. Barrett adored all her employees, except for Agnes. She was only tolerated. Ordinarily she would not put up with a person of such a nasty character, but because she was had good references and Ms. Barrett was familiar with her situation, she decided to turn a blind eye to her personality and employ her.
Brett and Brynn began their first chores of the day by making sure the bedroom curtains were open to allow for adequate sunshine into each room, making sure soap, candles, and other toiletries were present in every bathroom, and flowers were to be placed in every room. Ms. Barrett had a thing for flowers.
Cocoa was busy at work making a list of supplies that needed to be replenished at the end of the month. Ms. Barrett was busy checking the books for the boarding house's account.
Brett walked into the room where Maddock was lying on his back, inspecting and repairing the plumbing underneath the sink's basin. "Maddock, have you seen the dove-shaped soaps anywhere?"
"Can't say that I have, babe."
"Well, if you run across any while you're in here, I would appreciate it if you let me know."
"Sure thing, sweetness." He said, looking up at her as she was kneeling down the whole time to talk to him. He stared at her for a moment.
"What?"
"The view from down here is heavenly. I wish I could get a better look!"
Brett looked down, realizing that he was referring to the sight of her chest. She smacked him on the leg and proceeded to leave as he laughed at her playful display of anger.
She continued with her chores throughout the day. She, along with Brynn, Cocoa and Maddock, was a favored employee of Ms. Barrett's. As she worked, she made plans for herself to curl up with a good book. Normally, she would have hung out with Brynn and Cocoa for a "Girls Night Out" deal, but she decided to catch up on one of her favorite stories. She loved romance novels.
~
The Manhattan Iron Works was busy as ever. Men working on dozens of machinery throughout the foundry were the order of the day as usual. Blood, sweat, and tears drenched the employees who dealt with the heavy metal and steel that was transferred throughout the place.
Racetrack was delivering a message to another foreman about wrought iron bands in another section of the mill. The machines were functional but some of the equipment was in dire need of repair and the owner needed to know about the conditions of such. In the middle of sending the note, he made a quick stop to greet a friend. "Heya, Jack. Don't work too hard now. Ya don't wanna strain those muscles!"
Jack just smiled at his friend's concern as he left to complete his assigned task. Jack, Blink, Mush, Bumlets, and Skittery all worked in the hub of everything since they were more muscular. Racetrack, Boots, and Snipeshooter were all messengers in the large establishment. Since they were small guys, it was deciphered that they should not do die-hard manual labor. All of the former newsies liked what they did for a living. It was honest, respectable, and gave them a sense of accomplishment.
"Say, Jack, after dis ya wanna meet up at O'Brien's for some drinks? It's my turn to buy drinks. Whadda ya say?" Blink asked while in the middle maneuvering a major piece of equipment.
"Sure, Blink. Consider me there."
"Cool. When Mush gets back I'll tell him ya said yes."
He resumed his duties of operating the heavy-duty machinery as did Blink. The workday was about to come to a close and Jack needed to unwind before hanging out with his friends. The sweat glistened from his strapping body as he pulled a handkerchief from his back pocket and wiped his face of the perspiration. He couldn't wait to get home and take a cold shower. Within time the whistle blew, signaling to all that the work day was officially over and that they could go home.
"Well, that's it, fellas. I'll meet'cha at the regular meeting place, alright?"
"Sure thing, Jack. Seeya in a couple of hours." Blink said.
~
Kloppman was at his desk counting the monies for the lodging house for the week and double checking the signing book. Racetrack was keeping him company while waiting for his buddies to show up so that they could all go out for drinks. Leaning against the desk, Racetrack puffed on his cigar like there was no tomorrow.
Looking at the clock, Kloppman saw that it was nine o'clock and he wanted the boys to turn in so that they could be fully rested to deliver the weekend edition of the newspapers early the next morning. He didn't want to hear any of them complaining the next day about how they did not get enough sleep from the night before.
"Heya Race, why don't you do me a favor and tell those boys to take their showers after they finish playing cards or whatever it is they do up there."
"Sure thing, Kloppman."
With a cigar in his mouth, Racetrack happily obliged his wishes. Traveling up the stairs he heard the banter of the newsies as they were lollygagging around, playing cards, telling jokes, bragging about girls that they were planning to bed and all.
"Okay, fellas. Kloppman says dat after ya finish all ya games and stuff dat ya gotta take your showers and go ta bed."
They guys just groaned at his announcement. Race, getting antsy, stuck his cigar in his mouth and proceeded to walk around, looking at everyone sternly.
"Guys, dis ain't no joke! You're gonna take your showers and baths right after ya finish your play period. And make sure ya wash everything! It smells like ass soup in here!"
The newsies just groaned and rolled their eyes at his wiseass remark. Be that as it may, they knew that Race meant well. Soon Race was met with the hard-stomping feet of his best friends.
"Heya, Race! Ya ready ta go ta O'Brien's?"
"Heya, Jack. Yeah, let's hit it!" He said with Blink trailing right behind through the doorway.
Jack waved to the newsies that remained lounging around waiting for their turn to wash up and brush their teeth, as did Blink.
"Hey, where's Mush? Isn't he gonna join us?"
"Yeah, he's outside talking ta some cute little honey he met on da way ovah here."
"I hope I'll get lucky tonight with da ladies." Stated Jack.
"Aw, Jack. I've nevah known you ta have trouble getting women."
"Getting them in bed is da easy part. Finding one that is worth keeping is da hard part."
"Aw, Jack, don't be so down on yourself. You'll find someone dat will love ya enough for you ta keep. You'll see." Blink added, patting his friend on the back for reassurance.
"Easy for you ta say. Ya got Sweets ta keep ya warm at all times. Where's Sweets, anyway? Isn't she gonna be upset dat you're hanging out with us instead of her?"
"Nah, she isn't like dat. She knows dat I like ta hang out with my boys. She's probably hanging out with Spot or one of her girlfriends or something in Brooklyn."
Exiting the lodging house and waving goodbye to Kloppman, the guys casually strolled through the streets of Manhattan to one of their favorite hangouts for a night of male bonding and nighttime fun.
Once they entered the bar, they quickly made themselves at home in the drinking hole. Their usual hangout, Paddy's Tavern, was temporarily closed for a few days due to a death in the owner's family. They decided to go to O'Brien's instead. A busty waitress quickly approached them and took their orders.
"Beers all around, Miss." Blink said. As they made themselves comfortable, Racetrack kept eyeing the waitress.
"Keep yourself tagedda, Race. If ya smile too big, you'll get your ears wet!" Jack teased.
"Aww, shut up, Cowboy! I don't see any feminine hands roaming your body."
"Dat's because they are holding on to my tight ass when I've got them in a lip-lock!" The guys howled with laughter as they tossed down their beers in unison.
"Say, has anyone seen Spot lately?" Mush inquired.
"I saw him last week. He's been in high spirits evah since he got a new goil on his arm. And dis time it seems like da real McCoy. He really seems ta love dis one." Blink said.
"He was like dat kid in dat nursery rhyme, Georgie Porgie. He kissed all da girls and made them cry. Well, in Spot's case, he did more than kiss them!"
Everybody erupted with laughter at Racetrack's perfect analysis of Spot. They found it great that Morning Dew was in his life, taking him off of the market for flings and one-night stands. They wondered if they should be so lucky. The only one who came close was Blink. He was currently enjoying the love and attention from Spot's sister, Sweets. One of the reasons she and Blink had a successful relationship was because they both gave each other their space. Sometimes Sweets would sleep at Blink's apartment, which he shared with Mush. Race had his own place, primarily because he was a smoker and enjoyed his privacy.
Suddenly, Race saw an attractive young woman sitting at the bar cordially sipping her spirits. He had seen her before and decided to go talk to her. He proceeded to walk over to her with the others looking on.
With her back to him, she just sat at the bar primping herself as she looked into her mirror she retrieved from her purse. "Hello, dere, sunshine. How are ya doing this fine night?" He said while slanting his body onto the bar's counter.
"I was doing fine, 'til you arrived."
A look of complete shock spread across Race's face. He was not expecting such a hostile response. Jack, Blink and the others bowed their heads out of embarrassment for their friend. Racetrack, however, was persistent. He didn't seem to falter as he kept trying to gain the interest of girl at the bar. Eventually, he went back to his table.
"Ya know, I'm gonna take da high road, and not because I'm high, either!" He said as the others snickered at his comments. He decided to leave her alone, but not before insulting her behind her back for a few minutes.
"Ya know, she used ta look good from afar. Now, she's far from looking good!"
The guys laughed at his statement as he gulped down his beer. "Poor Race! Can't get close enough to a goil ta get some."
"Eh, you just wait, Mush. Dis ain't ovah yet!"
Jack just laughed at his friends' conversation. This was the life he thought. He had a job, close friends, and a roof over his head. Everything was a clean slate for him. He didn't have a woman in his life for the time being, but he still had time. He would eventually meet someone.
He soon found his thoughts drifting over to David. He was wondering how he was doing. David was currently away at college on a journalism scholarship. He kept in touch with the rest of the guys on his progress in his scholastic achievements. He was happy for him ever since he went away to college.
The night went by with the guys flirting with the various women that graced the bar, except for Blink. He was quite reserved the entire time in the presence of the opposite sex and he didn't want to give the wrong impression about his relationship with Sweets. He was very much in love with his sweetheart. He thought about paying her a visit later on that night.
After about three hours of drinking and trading sex stories, the crew decided to leave the bar and head to one of the cabaret shows that went on into all hours of the night. Passing through the streets of Manhattan, the handsome foursome strolled without a care in the world, only to explore their fun-filled dreams.
~
Author's Note: The character of Maddock is based on the appearance of actor Tyler Hoechlin, the handsome young actor who starred in the movie "Road to Perdition." He's quite the cutie now! ~ Apollonia