"... And then, we's decided to come ova here, and ran inta youse two!" Dolly finished, sitting in Tibby's with Misfit, Wini, and Spot. Misfit patted the crying Wini, who had simmered down a lot compared to her previous state. Misfit looked angry, Spot looked pissed and about ready to murder Mush, and Dolly was sipping on a coke. Though her eyes looked concerened, her voice was slighty hoarse from trying to console Wini and retracking their story.
"I'm goin ta-" The rest was not easily understandable, considering it was in Gaelic, and the parts that were in English were not appropriate for our younger viewers. Moving on, MIsfit took her hand and rested it on Spot's shoulder, who looked up from his glaring contest with the tabel and sighed. "Wini, if youse want, I can get some a the strongest Brooklyn-" Wini raised a hand, telling him to stop. Not usually being the one to follow orders, being the one usually giving them, he shut his mouth.
"No, don't. Ise don't actaually want 'im hoit, Ise just don't wanna see 'im foah a bit. Just so Ise can calm down enough to have a convoisation." The only one who really couldn't understand that was Spot. If she had offered to beat the girl who had screwed him over to pulp, since Spot never, ever, ever hit a girl, he would've accepted in a heart beat. Though Wini had the same general looks, despite having lighter skin, lighter hair, and softer looking eyes, they obviously had persinality differences, not to mention different job choices.
"Wini, youse shoah?" She nodded. Looking at her brother, she noticed that his eyes, usually filled with ice cold glances, looked a lot genteler. She thought it was because of her situation; but then she considered another option. When his old soft glances had first turned cold, it had been when Misfit stopped coming to see him, around 7 years ago, long before he was even leader and before all of the drama that had occured several months ago. His eyes quickly hardened, though, when he looked towards the door. There were three people; two girls and boy, and the faces where ones everyone who was familiar with crimes knew. A gun shot was fired from the gun in the boy's hand, and he grabbed the person cloesest to him, Misfit.
"Awright, gimme the money and this here girly don't get her brains blowed out!" He shoved the gun to her temple, and Spot almost couldn't control his automatic reflexes. Looking at Dolly and Wini's faces, he saw absolute fear and anxiousness plastered on their faces.
"Didja hear 'im? The money, hand it to 'im! NOW!" The first girl, a black haired girl who looked like the boy with the gun, screamed. The second one, who had short blood red hair, walked over to the bar. The owner and name sake of the place started handing her the cash, when Spot stood up, a serious air following him as he glared at the three, who had been called "the terrible trio", curtosy of one of the World's worst title makers, and popped his cane out of his belt loop.
"What exactly do ya think youse doin?" He asked, curiousity filling his voice. The three stood in shock for a few second, and then the two girls walked over to him.
"We should be askin ya the same question. Now, siddown! Or do ya want us to hurt ya little friend there, hmm?" The first girl asked him, throwing herself at him sluttily. Wini shot up, unnoticed by none but the redheaded robber, and slung a dagger from her corset. Creeping closely behind the brunette, she grabbed her by the hair and out the dagger to her neck.
"Now that we's got somethin' a yoahs, Ise think we can compromise, dont youse?" Spot asked, dangerously calm.
"Awright, awright. But I'll only let ya lady friend go if ya follow-"
"We'll kill yoahs den." Wini answered, digging the dagger in the girls neck slightly so that the blade wouldn't draw blood but made the brunette squeel in fear.
"Ya wouldn't." The boy was realesing the gun, so Spot took his chance. Signingling Wini, they both went into action at the same time. Wini lifted her knife off of the girl's neck, and just as quickly as she did that, threw her at her redheaded friend. They toppled and landed on top of a table. A smack was heard as the now dazed girls lay on the floor.
Spot took his cane and hit the guy right in the head, lightly so he could feel what Spot did next. In his dazed moment, he had lowered the gun, which Spot took advantage of and threw to Dolly, who caught it swiftly but carefully. Bringing back his right hand, he punched him in the nose, breaking it easily with a sickening crunch. The boy fell, clutching his nose, as the polic rushed in. MIsfit, gripping onto Spot in a death hug, was shaking and breathing heavily. Sitting her back at the booth as the restraunt owner talked to the cops, the customers came up to Wini and Spot and congratulated them on theire 'bravery and gallantry'.
"Spot," Dolly gasped, looking at the blood on her friend's arm. It was just a slight scratch, but was still blood. Misfit, hands shaking, took a handkerchief from out of her pocket and placed it on his arm, trying to sock up the blood.
"Youse hands is shakin. Is there any-" MIsfit clamped a shaking hand over his mouth. The bad luck in his next words might mean that somebody would die. Laughing dryly, she still clutched onto the boy, and looked over at the glaring trio, whose names where actually Freda, Wilma, and Horace.
"Say that phrase, hero boy, and somebody is gunna be killed! God!" Her voice quivered a little, and that was definatley true. The only way it could get worse was if somebody was killed, and that's never a good way to end the day.
