Introduction: First off, thanks to Sketches for this first part. Somewhat
mostly inspired by an RP. Also, this was I guess, after I thought about
the idea and wrote four chapters of it at school, I realized it was really
close to Moulin Rouge. Scary huh? But maybe this story will have a happy
ending. Anyway, it's not just a Blade/Random story. I promise Spot and
Spit Fire will be in here. Also, I don't own Newsies. (But you already
knew that) Fortunately, I DO own Random, Chance, Jax and Trip. Also:
Sketches owns Spit Fire and Blade.
Authors Notes: This first chapter…more of an intro…this part is rated G/PG for elements. But don't worry! I promise, it will get worse! Lol j/k!
1 Everything For A Price
"Come on! One more Blade!" Random giggled as she sat at a table in the Brooklyn club.
Blade sat down next to her and slid a glass filled with foul-tasting liquor away from her reach. The Brooklyn newsies, out celebrating Random's eighteenth birthday, bought her as many drinks as she could swallow. Fortunately, Blade had kept a close watch on her all night to make sure none of the boys would take advantage of her. It only took two hours for Random to get drunk enough to act like a five-year-old. Her flaws with immaturity were showing through even brighter now that she was wasted.
"Aw, Blade," Random playfully glared at Blade with glazed over eyes, "Come on. You don't let me have no fun."
She reached for the glass again, but Blade stood up, taking the liquor across to another table. She watched him intently. When he returned he was smiling.
"What you smilin' at?" Random smirked.
"Yous. You ready to go home yet?" Blade put a hand up to her face, pulling back a piece of hair in her eyes.
She shook her head and backed up, moving the hair herself. She placed her hands on the table and pushed herself to a standing position. Blade watched carefully. He didn't know what she was up to, but he knew it would be something unexpected. She started walking away from him back to the dance floor. Blade sighed and followed.
"Blade…go away. I can take care of meself," She commented upon noticing him following her.
"That's what Ise worried about Random. Come on, yous celebrated enough. Let's git back to the LH," Blade frowned and took her hand.
She stopped and looked back at Blade. She loved looking into his midnight blue eyes. She could lose herself completely just by looking at him. Her eyes locked on his, and she felt weak. Just the way he looked back at her made her feel like agreeing to anything.
"Yeah, let's git back."
Blade smiled and nodded, pulling his arm around her waist and leading her home.
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"Chance, who's the goirl?" A tall, built Brooklyn newsie poked his friend, motioning towards Random as she left with Blade.
Chance looked up at the brown eyed sixteen-year-old, "That's Random Jax. She's the goirl we was throwin' the party for."
"Yeah? That her guy?"
"Yeah, sorry Jax. She's taken."
Jax nodded, "I undahstand. What's this I hoird 'bout her bein' from the Bronx?"
Chance shrugged and took a sip from the drink he was holding. He turned away from watching Random and Blade leave, "Well, yeah she's from da Bronx. Things got a bit heated down there, so she moved up heyah. Don't yous know anythin' bout her?"
Jax shook his head. He was one of the few Brooklyn boys to have a family and a home to return to. He worked at the club when he wasn't selling papers, but rarely saw Random. Something about her impressed him though, and he wanted to know more.
"Nah, Ise on a need to know basis. And now Ise need ta know."
Chance nodded, "What do yous wanna know?"
"Think she'd like to make a few extra dollahs a week?" Jax smiled, "Cause ya know, Ise got some of me friends always goin' to the Bronx for some entertainment. If she's up for it, she'd make a fortune 'round heyah…"
Chance laughed, "She ain't that kinda goirl Jax. 'Specially now that she's got Blade lookin' out for'er."
Jax nodded, "We'll see. Ya nevah know. Everythin's up for a price. Ise shoah she can be bought."
Authors Notes: This first chapter…more of an intro…this part is rated G/PG for elements. But don't worry! I promise, it will get worse! Lol j/k!
1 Everything For A Price
"Come on! One more Blade!" Random giggled as she sat at a table in the Brooklyn club.
Blade sat down next to her and slid a glass filled with foul-tasting liquor away from her reach. The Brooklyn newsies, out celebrating Random's eighteenth birthday, bought her as many drinks as she could swallow. Fortunately, Blade had kept a close watch on her all night to make sure none of the boys would take advantage of her. It only took two hours for Random to get drunk enough to act like a five-year-old. Her flaws with immaturity were showing through even brighter now that she was wasted.
"Aw, Blade," Random playfully glared at Blade with glazed over eyes, "Come on. You don't let me have no fun."
She reached for the glass again, but Blade stood up, taking the liquor across to another table. She watched him intently. When he returned he was smiling.
"What you smilin' at?" Random smirked.
"Yous. You ready to go home yet?" Blade put a hand up to her face, pulling back a piece of hair in her eyes.
She shook her head and backed up, moving the hair herself. She placed her hands on the table and pushed herself to a standing position. Blade watched carefully. He didn't know what she was up to, but he knew it would be something unexpected. She started walking away from him back to the dance floor. Blade sighed and followed.
"Blade…go away. I can take care of meself," She commented upon noticing him following her.
"That's what Ise worried about Random. Come on, yous celebrated enough. Let's git back to the LH," Blade frowned and took her hand.
She stopped and looked back at Blade. She loved looking into his midnight blue eyes. She could lose herself completely just by looking at him. Her eyes locked on his, and she felt weak. Just the way he looked back at her made her feel like agreeing to anything.
"Yeah, let's git back."
Blade smiled and nodded, pulling his arm around her waist and leading her home.
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"Chance, who's the goirl?" A tall, built Brooklyn newsie poked his friend, motioning towards Random as she left with Blade.
Chance looked up at the brown eyed sixteen-year-old, "That's Random Jax. She's the goirl we was throwin' the party for."
"Yeah? That her guy?"
"Yeah, sorry Jax. She's taken."
Jax nodded, "I undahstand. What's this I hoird 'bout her bein' from the Bronx?"
Chance shrugged and took a sip from the drink he was holding. He turned away from watching Random and Blade leave, "Well, yeah she's from da Bronx. Things got a bit heated down there, so she moved up heyah. Don't yous know anythin' bout her?"
Jax shook his head. He was one of the few Brooklyn boys to have a family and a home to return to. He worked at the club when he wasn't selling papers, but rarely saw Random. Something about her impressed him though, and he wanted to know more.
"Nah, Ise on a need to know basis. And now Ise need ta know."
Chance nodded, "What do yous wanna know?"
"Think she'd like to make a few extra dollahs a week?" Jax smiled, "Cause ya know, Ise got some of me friends always goin' to the Bronx for some entertainment. If she's up for it, she'd make a fortune 'round heyah…"
Chance laughed, "She ain't that kinda goirl Jax. 'Specially now that she's got Blade lookin' out for'er."
Jax nodded, "We'll see. Ya nevah know. Everythin's up for a price. Ise shoah she can be bought."