"Are ya plannin' on ignorin' me awl day?" Spot asked the next
morning, about halfway through selling.
"I'se busy, thank ya very much," I informed him. Spot snorted.
I turned around. "What da hell was dat for?" I asked.
"I'se jus' tryin' ta imagine ya awl prissy, in a dress thinkin' youse bettah den everybody else," he told me. If he'd been one of my friends, I would've smacked him upside the head for that comment. But, since he wasn't, I couldn't.
"I do NOT wear dresses, thank ya very much. An' I ain't bettah den everybody else, I'se jus' a bit smarter den some," I said.
"Whatevah."
I rolled my eyes and continued selling. The rest of the day was pretty much the same- the two of us selling, making cracks at each other all the while. All in all, it wasn't horrible. That night, however, was as bad as the previous one. I got sick of it and went upstairs early, pretending to go to bed. (Aces and I were still planning to meet that night, and I was sort of looking forward to it.)
Spot was obviously not in a very good mood when he came up to the room later. I rolled over and pretended to be asleep, but he did not have a problem making a considerable amount of noise. It's not that hard to take off a shirt and pants without slamming things and throwing them against the wall, but I guess he wasn't aware of that. Honestly, I didn't know how we managed to stand each other at all. If every night was going to be like this, I was going back to Manhattan next week, no matter what Jack said.
I hadn't seen Aces that night, so I guessed he was out somewhere and was just meeting me by the bridge. When I thought it was around midnight, I got up, put my shoes on and left via the fire escape, leaving the window open so I could get back in.
It took about ten minutes to walk to the bridge, and about halfway there I realized that being alone, and female, in Brooklyn, in the middle of the night, was probably not the smartest thing I've ever done. But I was stubborn, so I kept walking, ignoring my subconscious, which had a big, bright *WARNING* light flashing.
I hadn't seen Aces by the time I reached the bridge. Though the street was dim, the bridge itself was well enough lit that I couldn't see anyone on the Brooklyn side of it. I turned around, figuring he would be coming from somewhere in Brooklyn, and saw several shapes coming out of the shadows.
"Well, well, well, what have we heah? Looks like a Manhattan newsie out by herself," said a voice. Goddamn the fact that I had long, bright hair and no hat.
"What da hell do you want?" I demanded, angrily. I can sound pissed even when I'm scared out of my mind- which I was approaching.
The leader was close enough so I could smell his breath. "What do ya think?" he asked.
And then it dawned on me- he'd called me a Manhattan newsie. "Fuck. Queens," I said, coming to this realization out loud.
"Yup," he said. "Wid' a liddle help from Brooklyn, a coise," he said with a little laugh.
I looked to the side, and sure enough, Aces was standing there, a little bit back. "Heya Treble," he said, cocky.
"You bastard." I managed to get out, before something hard hit the back of my head and everything went dark.
"I'se busy, thank ya very much," I informed him. Spot snorted.
I turned around. "What da hell was dat for?" I asked.
"I'se jus' tryin' ta imagine ya awl prissy, in a dress thinkin' youse bettah den everybody else," he told me. If he'd been one of my friends, I would've smacked him upside the head for that comment. But, since he wasn't, I couldn't.
"I do NOT wear dresses, thank ya very much. An' I ain't bettah den everybody else, I'se jus' a bit smarter den some," I said.
"Whatevah."
I rolled my eyes and continued selling. The rest of the day was pretty much the same- the two of us selling, making cracks at each other all the while. All in all, it wasn't horrible. That night, however, was as bad as the previous one. I got sick of it and went upstairs early, pretending to go to bed. (Aces and I were still planning to meet that night, and I was sort of looking forward to it.)
Spot was obviously not in a very good mood when he came up to the room later. I rolled over and pretended to be asleep, but he did not have a problem making a considerable amount of noise. It's not that hard to take off a shirt and pants without slamming things and throwing them against the wall, but I guess he wasn't aware of that. Honestly, I didn't know how we managed to stand each other at all. If every night was going to be like this, I was going back to Manhattan next week, no matter what Jack said.
I hadn't seen Aces that night, so I guessed he was out somewhere and was just meeting me by the bridge. When I thought it was around midnight, I got up, put my shoes on and left via the fire escape, leaving the window open so I could get back in.
It took about ten minutes to walk to the bridge, and about halfway there I realized that being alone, and female, in Brooklyn, in the middle of the night, was probably not the smartest thing I've ever done. But I was stubborn, so I kept walking, ignoring my subconscious, which had a big, bright *WARNING* light flashing.
I hadn't seen Aces by the time I reached the bridge. Though the street was dim, the bridge itself was well enough lit that I couldn't see anyone on the Brooklyn side of it. I turned around, figuring he would be coming from somewhere in Brooklyn, and saw several shapes coming out of the shadows.
"Well, well, well, what have we heah? Looks like a Manhattan newsie out by herself," said a voice. Goddamn the fact that I had long, bright hair and no hat.
"What da hell do you want?" I demanded, angrily. I can sound pissed even when I'm scared out of my mind- which I was approaching.
The leader was close enough so I could smell his breath. "What do ya think?" he asked.
And then it dawned on me- he'd called me a Manhattan newsie. "Fuck. Queens," I said, coming to this realization out loud.
"Yup," he said. "Wid' a liddle help from Brooklyn, a coise," he said with a little laugh.
I looked to the side, and sure enough, Aces was standing there, a little bit back. "Heya Treble," he said, cocky.
"You bastard." I managed to get out, before something hard hit the back of my head and everything went dark.