Chapter Twenty-Three
"Well, well. What do we have here?" Spot opened the door to Blink's prison. "Looks like… Blink. How ya been?" Not really caring, Spot grabbed Blink by the collar of his stolen clothes and pulled him into the hall. "Ya know, Blinky, I don't really appreciate you tryin' to steal my baby girl. And ya know, I think ya should a learned yer lesson the last time we caught ya. So now, ya gotta learn it again." Turning to Singah, "Would you like ta do the honors, Singah?"
"Damn right. Hiya Blink. Ya know, I don't really like it when the same guy who made me lose my first baby tries to take my second…" With that, she began hitting, slapping, scratching, and kicking Blink wherever she could. He was trying to block as best as he could, but Spot had his arms pinned behind him. It was an unfair fight, but no one really cared at that point. Just as Singah's arms were getting tired, Jack, Race, and Race's new girl, Half-Pint showed up. Half-Pint was fresh off the boat from Ireland, with curly, fiery red hair, bright green eyes, and more freckles than one could count. Race had met her on the dock when she was unloading her stuff, and finding she had no place to go, brought her back to the Manhattan Lodging House. Her Irish brogue and slang had endeared her to Race, and within days the two were inseparable.
"Singah! What the hell is goin' on here?!" Jack yelled. Seeing that she was beating the shit out of Blink, he shouted, "Stop!" Throwing one more punch, Singah obeyed, and looked at Jack.
"Why?" She asked.
"Why…What? Why the hell is he here anyway?!?"
"I can answer that, Jacky-boy. Dis bastard tried to kidnap Maire, and got caught. Singah was just givin' him his just reward!"
"Who is dis, Race? And why was he tryin' to take the wee bairn?"
"Dis is Kid Blink- he was Singah's boyfriend until she fell in love with Spot… and he went kinda nuts… He tried to kidnap them and take over Brooklyn, and it didn't work, but he made her lose her baby she was carryin'. Now, looks like he tried to take Maire."
"Poor lass. Den he deserves all he gets. But where is the bairn?" She looked about. She had had brothers and sisters back in Ireland, and she loved babies.
"Oh, she's upstairs sleeping. Race, you can take her upstairs to see her if ya want." Singah stated. Looking at Jack, "Now if I may continue?" He nodded, and she went back to beating Blink. Race led Half-Pint upstairs to where Maire was asleep in her crib. He closed the door behind them for two reasons- one so the yells and cheers from downstairs wouldn't wake the baby, and two, so he could kiss Half-Pint without an audience. He caught her by the waist and swung her around. Laughing, she looked up at him. He was short, but she was even shorter. He bent down and kissed her, a kiss she gladly returned. Electricity sparked between them. It was ironic, he thought, that he would love an Irish girl… He was Italian, but with an Irish name, so it fit. Half-Pint pulled away from the kiss sooner than he would have liked, but she grinned at him. "Nothing personal, acushla, I just want to see the bairn! She stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek and turned towards the cradle. Race watched her lift Maire from the cradle and rock her gently. Christ. He had just met this girl a few days ago, and he couldn't stop thinking about her. Now he understood why Singah and Spot had gotten together so fast. Once you were in love, everything happened so quickly.
***
Downstairs, Blink had finally started to lose consciousness from Singah's continued beating. Satisfied, she backed away from him and dusted her hands. He wasn't going to forget this any time soon. She nodded at Spot, who dragged Blink's limp form back to the tiny room they had kept him in earlier. Once he was safely locked in, he returned to Singah and kissed her. "Now I wonder what Race and his girl are getting up too." Smirking, he kissed his wife (his wife! He still wasn't used to that) and they walked up the stairs, leaving the other newsies to talk. Jack and Fastdancer pulled away from the crowd and went outside to "talk." Lately their talking had given way towards more kissing, and Jack felt that it was soon going to be time to ask her something important. He loved Fast, and he knew she loved him. He was getting old for a newsie; he was going to be 20 soon, and he wanted to settle down, raise a family. He was going to ask Fast to marry him.
Author's Note: most of the slang Half-Pint uses can be found at The O'Byrne Files. I don't own it, and some of the slang isn't here because I'm kinda mixing nationalities, but this is where most of it will come from. http://homepage.tinet.ie/~nobyrne/slang.html
I don't own Fastdancer, Rae, Half-Pint. They own themselves and I'm just borrowing them. Thanks you guys! Luv ya! (hugs and kisses and gives them Jolly Ranchers) I don't own the original newsies either, so don't sue me. But if ya ever wanted to give them to me…
"Well, well. What do we have here?" Spot opened the door to Blink's prison. "Looks like… Blink. How ya been?" Not really caring, Spot grabbed Blink by the collar of his stolen clothes and pulled him into the hall. "Ya know, Blinky, I don't really appreciate you tryin' to steal my baby girl. And ya know, I think ya should a learned yer lesson the last time we caught ya. So now, ya gotta learn it again." Turning to Singah, "Would you like ta do the honors, Singah?"
"Damn right. Hiya Blink. Ya know, I don't really like it when the same guy who made me lose my first baby tries to take my second…" With that, she began hitting, slapping, scratching, and kicking Blink wherever she could. He was trying to block as best as he could, but Spot had his arms pinned behind him. It was an unfair fight, but no one really cared at that point. Just as Singah's arms were getting tired, Jack, Race, and Race's new girl, Half-Pint showed up. Half-Pint was fresh off the boat from Ireland, with curly, fiery red hair, bright green eyes, and more freckles than one could count. Race had met her on the dock when she was unloading her stuff, and finding she had no place to go, brought her back to the Manhattan Lodging House. Her Irish brogue and slang had endeared her to Race, and within days the two were inseparable.
"Singah! What the hell is goin' on here?!" Jack yelled. Seeing that she was beating the shit out of Blink, he shouted, "Stop!" Throwing one more punch, Singah obeyed, and looked at Jack.
"Why?" She asked.
"Why…What? Why the hell is he here anyway?!?"
"I can answer that, Jacky-boy. Dis bastard tried to kidnap Maire, and got caught. Singah was just givin' him his just reward!"
"Who is dis, Race? And why was he tryin' to take the wee bairn?"
"Dis is Kid Blink- he was Singah's boyfriend until she fell in love with Spot… and he went kinda nuts… He tried to kidnap them and take over Brooklyn, and it didn't work, but he made her lose her baby she was carryin'. Now, looks like he tried to take Maire."
"Poor lass. Den he deserves all he gets. But where is the bairn?" She looked about. She had had brothers and sisters back in Ireland, and she loved babies.
"Oh, she's upstairs sleeping. Race, you can take her upstairs to see her if ya want." Singah stated. Looking at Jack, "Now if I may continue?" He nodded, and she went back to beating Blink. Race led Half-Pint upstairs to where Maire was asleep in her crib. He closed the door behind them for two reasons- one so the yells and cheers from downstairs wouldn't wake the baby, and two, so he could kiss Half-Pint without an audience. He caught her by the waist and swung her around. Laughing, she looked up at him. He was short, but she was even shorter. He bent down and kissed her, a kiss she gladly returned. Electricity sparked between them. It was ironic, he thought, that he would love an Irish girl… He was Italian, but with an Irish name, so it fit. Half-Pint pulled away from the kiss sooner than he would have liked, but she grinned at him. "Nothing personal, acushla, I just want to see the bairn! She stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek and turned towards the cradle. Race watched her lift Maire from the cradle and rock her gently. Christ. He had just met this girl a few days ago, and he couldn't stop thinking about her. Now he understood why Singah and Spot had gotten together so fast. Once you were in love, everything happened so quickly.
***
Downstairs, Blink had finally started to lose consciousness from Singah's continued beating. Satisfied, she backed away from him and dusted her hands. He wasn't going to forget this any time soon. She nodded at Spot, who dragged Blink's limp form back to the tiny room they had kept him in earlier. Once he was safely locked in, he returned to Singah and kissed her. "Now I wonder what Race and his girl are getting up too." Smirking, he kissed his wife (his wife! He still wasn't used to that) and they walked up the stairs, leaving the other newsies to talk. Jack and Fastdancer pulled away from the crowd and went outside to "talk." Lately their talking had given way towards more kissing, and Jack felt that it was soon going to be time to ask her something important. He loved Fast, and he knew she loved him. He was getting old for a newsie; he was going to be 20 soon, and he wanted to settle down, raise a family. He was going to ask Fast to marry him.
Author's Note: most of the slang Half-Pint uses can be found at The O'Byrne Files. I don't own it, and some of the slang isn't here because I'm kinda mixing nationalities, but this is where most of it will come from. http://homepage.tinet.ie/~nobyrne/slang.html
I don't own Fastdancer, Rae, Half-Pint. They own themselves and I'm just borrowing them. Thanks you guys! Luv ya! (hugs and kisses and gives them Jolly Ranchers) I don't own the original newsies either, so don't sue me. But if ya ever wanted to give them to me…