A/N - I hate this chapter and it's really short. Sorry, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. :)
Disclaimer - Anything that looks familiar belongs to Disney.
It had been a month since I came out as a girl, and life was good. The boys still had me sleeping in the bunk room, and I still shared a bed with Blanket. But all was good. I wore dresses now, I bought some about a week ago, my hair was also growing out pretty quickly, too. It was almost to my shoulders.
Racetrack kept flirting with me, but it's just friendly. We were too close of friends to be together like that.
It was weird, because it seems like we've gotten closer since this whole 'I'm actually a girl' thing started.
Skittery was same 'ol Skittery. Itey was shyer now. Bumlets was the same. And the little newsies looked up to me like a big sister.
Right now, it was around eight 'o clock and we were at Medda's. She was doing her big number and we were all sitting around, joking, drinking and smoking. Bumlets was tapping his feet and smiling as Medda sang, he was holding a glass of beer in one hand.
I smiled and looked at Les, who was just watching Medda, trying to get a drink of beer off of one of the other newsies.
I then looked at Angelo, who had just stood up and walked over to me.
He cleared his throat, held one arm behind his back and offered his other hand to me, "Would ye' like ta' dance, my fair lady?"
I smiled and rolled my eyes before acting posh and taking his hand, "Why yes, my good sir, I'd be honored."
He smiled and pulled me to my feet and pulled me to the middle of the room; he put one hand on my waist and the other in my free hand before he started swaying us around the room. I giggled and enjoyed myself.
A few minutes into the dance, I looked over and saw Racetrack walk over to Blink and offer his hand.
"Would ye' like ta' dance, sweetheart?" Race said in an upper class voice.
Blink choked back a laugh before clearing his throat and saying, "It'd be my pleasa'."
I held back a chuckle as Blink was pulled to his feet by Race. They made their way to the center of the room, not far from me and Angelo. They took the same position as us and started dancing. I threw my head back and laughed as they started dancing, big smiles on both their faces.
As the song came to a close, Angelo took me back to our table and winked at me as I sat down before he went back to his seat and took a sip of beer.
"Quite the danca' you are," Snipeshooter said from the seat next to me.
I smiled at him sweetly, "Thank you."
As the next song began, he held out his hand, "Wanna dance?"
"Sure," I smiled, taking his hand and standing back up.
As I did with Angelo, I made my way to the center of the floor with Snipeshooter. We danced for a few seconds silently before Snipeshooter whispered, "A few somebody's have gots their eyes on ye'."
I looked in the direction Snipeshooter was glancing and saw Bumlets, Itey and Davie all looking at me. I smiled and turned my face back to Snipeshooter's and shook my head in disbelief, "They're just not used to seein' me all dolled up."
"Probly right," Snipeshooter nodded as he continued to sway us back and forth.
After a few more minutes, the song ended and Medda spoke, "We're going to take a quick intermission. I'll be back to preform one last number in about thirty minutes."
She then disappeared to the back. I smiled and kissed Snipeshooter on the cheek, making him blush as I grabbed his hand and dragged him back to the table. After we sat down, all the boys at this table looked at us and smiled.
"Quite da danca' youse are, Leah," Itey smiled, both his hands wrapped around his glass of whiskey.
"Thanks," I smiled, looking around the table at all the boys.
"I've got an idea!" Jack suddenly cried, raising his glass. He was drunk, "Let's all play twenty questions!"
I giggled, "Alright, you go first."
"A'right…" He slurred, his eyes falling heavy, "If youse could go any place in da world, where would ye' go?"
I thought for a moment, looking up at the ceiling in contemplation before responding with, "Paris."
"Paris?" He said in a French accent as he swished his drink around the glass with his hand.
"Yes, Paris," I said, mocking the way he said Paris with a French accent, "And I already know your answer."
"What? How do youse know what my answer's gonna be?" Jack burst, seemingly offended in some way.
"Oh, Santa Fe, my love! If only we could be together!" I dramatized, putting the back of my hand to my forehead.
"Hardy har, very funny," Jack rolled his eyes, "Youse ask da next question."
"Alright, how about… Skittery. Ever been kissed?" I asked, resting my chin in my hands and smiling smugly.
He smiled and leaned back in his chair, slinging one of his arms over the back of it, "Yeah. I was… Fourteen. Her name was Taylor Barnett. She was beautiful."
"Awe… How sweet," I gushed like a girl, making Skittery roll his eyes.
"Yeah, well what about youse? You eva' been kissed?" He asked.
"Well… No… No I have not…" I said, not counting the time I was assaulted by Patrick.
"What? You've neva' been kissed? But… You-You're beautiful!" Itey cried, his brown eyes wide.
I blushed, and Itey, realizing what he said, blushed as well and dipped his head down to avoid eye contact with everyone.
"Nope, I've never been kissed," I said, my face bright red.
"Alright, let's not play this game anymo', it's borin'!" Jack cried, swatting his hands around drunkenly.
"Good idea," I said before grabbing my drink and taking a large swig.
