David looked around Tibby's nervously. Blink and Race had promised him that Betsy was neither a hippie nor an elephant lifter.
"She's a blonde and she'll have a brown dress on, right Blink?"
"Oh yeah, the last time I checked her dress was still kind of a muddy brown..." David recalled his friend's words. They were getting stranger all the time.
"David! Hey!" Race jumped up from his seat at a table, "Okay, you ready to meet Betsy?"
"Yeah sure....uh...bring it on."
Race raised an eyebrow, "Riiiight..." He shrugged and pointed to a booth across the room, where a blonde girl in a dress the color of mud stared vacantly out the window. "Well, I'm eatin' with Blink, Mush and some of the hippies--"
"Disaffected youth!!" Someone called from across the restaurant.
"Right. What 'Skunk Spraying Nobility' said. Enjoy your date." Just as quickly as he came, Race was back at the table with his friends, and the disaffected youth.
David took a deep breath and took a few steps towards the table. He stopped, looking nervously back towards Race and the others. They stifled some laughter and urged him on.
"Hi, Betsy? I'm David." He said awkwardly, a few feet from the table. She ignored him, and continued to gaze out the window.
He sat down across from her. "So, how do you know Blink and Race?" Betsy still ignored him.
David looked over at Racetrack and the rest of them. They turned away sharply, as if they didnt want them to know they had been watching.
Waving a hand in front of Betsy's eyes did nothing. David looked helplessly over at Blink, Race and the hippies who were now laughing openly.
"You wanted a blind date! So you got one!" Blink called between hystercial laughter.
David gave them a blank look.
"She's blind!! And deaf and mute too!! AAHAHAHAHAA..." Race called.
The moment of realization. He looked back at Betsy.
"Memo to self: Never trust Blink or Race EVER again." He muttered softly.
So there our poor hero sat with a girl who couldnt see, hear or speak. Minutes turned into hours until it was practically closing time. All the other newsies left and soon it was just David, Betsy and Tibby.
A haughty older woman came by, claiming to be from Flickglod's Academy for Uncurably Insane and Detrimental Mutant Barbarians And Also Deaf, Blind and Mute Teenage Girls. (F'sUIDMBADBMTG Academy for short) She tapped Betsy on the shoulder 6 times, once with each finger on her right hand. Betsy immidietly stood up and left, letting this 11 fingered woman guide her. David threw down the bouquet of flowers he had planned to give Betsy, and set his head down on the table.
"My life bites." He stated to no one in particular.
"That it does, my friend." Jack said, sliding in across from him. David lifted his head slightly, to see who it was.
"What do you want?" David muttered, laying his head on the table again.
"Question is--what do *you* want?" Jack asked.
"Ummm," David sat up and pondered this one for a second, "A drink so powerful that it'll knock me into next week."
"Sorry, we're fresh out of those." Tibby piped up as he dried some glasses, "But our sauerkraut will do a number on ya..."
Jack rolled his eyes "Hell no! I mean, do you want another date?"
David looked up, petrified. "No....please no..." He begged, "Dont set me up, I'll do anything....I'll.....I'll dress up in drag and do the hula in Horace Greeley Square..."
"Sorry Dave, but Denton's already signed up for that on kareoke night--"
"Whatever...just...no more dates."
"Aw come on--she's wordly--from another country!" Jack enticed.
"Yeah yeah," David rolled his eyes, "You'll set me up with some immigrant who can't even speak english and I'll have to walk around with this little foreign harpie chirping in my ear all night in a language I cant even understand and have NO DESIRE TO!!" He said this all in one breath. By this time-- David was standing on top of the table, shouting.
"David, okay whatever just be at Horace Greeley square tommorow at 6. She'll be all in pink and sing the 2nd to last song on kareoke night, okay?"
"Fine! And now, for the love of burritos, I'M GOING HOME!!" With that, David marched out the door.
Jack chuckled to himself. This was gonna goooood.
"Hey Tibby, got any burritos?" Jack called to the kitchen.
"No, but we got plenty a' sauerkraut!!"
"She's a blonde and she'll have a brown dress on, right Blink?"
"Oh yeah, the last time I checked her dress was still kind of a muddy brown..." David recalled his friend's words. They were getting stranger all the time.
"David! Hey!" Race jumped up from his seat at a table, "Okay, you ready to meet Betsy?"
"Yeah sure....uh...bring it on."
Race raised an eyebrow, "Riiiight..." He shrugged and pointed to a booth across the room, where a blonde girl in a dress the color of mud stared vacantly out the window. "Well, I'm eatin' with Blink, Mush and some of the hippies--"
"Disaffected youth!!" Someone called from across the restaurant.
"Right. What 'Skunk Spraying Nobility' said. Enjoy your date." Just as quickly as he came, Race was back at the table with his friends, and the disaffected youth.
David took a deep breath and took a few steps towards the table. He stopped, looking nervously back towards Race and the others. They stifled some laughter and urged him on.
"Hi, Betsy? I'm David." He said awkwardly, a few feet from the table. She ignored him, and continued to gaze out the window.
He sat down across from her. "So, how do you know Blink and Race?" Betsy still ignored him.
David looked over at Racetrack and the rest of them. They turned away sharply, as if they didnt want them to know they had been watching.
Waving a hand in front of Betsy's eyes did nothing. David looked helplessly over at Blink, Race and the hippies who were now laughing openly.
"You wanted a blind date! So you got one!" Blink called between hystercial laughter.
David gave them a blank look.
"She's blind!! And deaf and mute too!! AAHAHAHAHAA..." Race called.
The moment of realization. He looked back at Betsy.
"Memo to self: Never trust Blink or Race EVER again." He muttered softly.
So there our poor hero sat with a girl who couldnt see, hear or speak. Minutes turned into hours until it was practically closing time. All the other newsies left and soon it was just David, Betsy and Tibby.
A haughty older woman came by, claiming to be from Flickglod's Academy for Uncurably Insane and Detrimental Mutant Barbarians And Also Deaf, Blind and Mute Teenage Girls. (F'sUIDMBADBMTG Academy for short) She tapped Betsy on the shoulder 6 times, once with each finger on her right hand. Betsy immidietly stood up and left, letting this 11 fingered woman guide her. David threw down the bouquet of flowers he had planned to give Betsy, and set his head down on the table.
"My life bites." He stated to no one in particular.
"That it does, my friend." Jack said, sliding in across from him. David lifted his head slightly, to see who it was.
"What do you want?" David muttered, laying his head on the table again.
"Question is--what do *you* want?" Jack asked.
"Ummm," David sat up and pondered this one for a second, "A drink so powerful that it'll knock me into next week."
"Sorry, we're fresh out of those." Tibby piped up as he dried some glasses, "But our sauerkraut will do a number on ya..."
Jack rolled his eyes "Hell no! I mean, do you want another date?"
David looked up, petrified. "No....please no..." He begged, "Dont set me up, I'll do anything....I'll.....I'll dress up in drag and do the hula in Horace Greeley Square..."
"Sorry Dave, but Denton's already signed up for that on kareoke night--"
"Whatever...just...no more dates."
"Aw come on--she's wordly--from another country!" Jack enticed.
"Yeah yeah," David rolled his eyes, "You'll set me up with some immigrant who can't even speak english and I'll have to walk around with this little foreign harpie chirping in my ear all night in a language I cant even understand and have NO DESIRE TO!!" He said this all in one breath. By this time-- David was standing on top of the table, shouting.
"David, okay whatever just be at Horace Greeley square tommorow at 6. She'll be all in pink and sing the 2nd to last song on kareoke night, okay?"
"Fine! And now, for the love of burritos, I'M GOING HOME!!" With that, David marched out the door.
Jack chuckled to himself. This was gonna goooood.
"Hey Tibby, got any burritos?" Jack called to the kitchen.
"No, but we got plenty a' sauerkraut!!"