Disclaimer: Yah! I own another person now. I now own Emerald and Summer;
however, I still don't own the Newsies.
That night all the boys, including Jack (even though he would have rather stayed out longer and pissed Summer off more), had managed to get back to the Lodging House before curfew at nine thirty; however, when they entered the building, they were shocked. The once dust-covered lobby was spotless. What was even more shocking was their bunkroom. Their beds, which usually were always in disarray, were made with out a single wrinkle in them and their extra clothes, if they had a second pair, were folded neatly on top of the bunk. Even their bathroom was clean. Everything was spotless.
Summer sat behind her desk finishing some paper work when she checked her pocket watch. Deciding that the paper work could wait till morning, she got up and went to lock the front door. As she started to stick the key in the door, it flew open slamming Summer in the face. She clutched her bleeding nose as she pulled her father's handkerchief out of her pocket. Summer, who was still bent over trying to stop the blood, turned her head to see a girl in boys clothing, carrying a carpetbag, run up the stairs two at a time. Still holding her nose with the handkerchief, Summer followed the girl up the stairs to the newsies' bunkroom.
As soon as she entered the door, she was hit with a twang of jealousy. There, in front of her eyes, the blonde headed girl was hugging Jack. Once the girl let go of Jack, Summer got a better look at her. She was beautiful. It wasn't humanly possible for someone to be that beautiful.
'Wait a minute James Alexander Summer! This is Jack were talking about here. The same one that's being a little prick to you. Why do you care what little whore he hires for the night?'
"I got here as soon as I got your letter Jack. I'm sorry I couldn't be for the funeral." The girl said, her words dripping with a southern accent.
Before Jack could answer the girl, Skittery blurted, "What happened ta yous, Summer?" every head in the room turned and looked at the manager.
"I got in a fight with the front door. Needless to say the door one." Summer answered, pushing her thoughts away. Skittery grabbed her arms and guided her over to one of the beds so she could sit down.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't no there was anyone behind the door." The mystery girl walked over to Summer to get a better look at the damage she had done.
"It's ok. It's almost stopped bleeding and I don't think you broke it. Jack, you better quit laughing or so help you'll have a matching bloody nose." Jack quickly sobered up at this.
"Ah, finally another girl that can put Jack in his place. I'm Emily Duke." Emmy extended her hand out to Summer.
Summer took Emmy's hand after making sure there was no blood on it and answered, "Summer Johnson. Nice to meet you. Jack, I thought my grandfather enforced the rule of no girlfriends in the bunkroom after curfew?"
"She's…" Before Jack could finish, Emmy butted in.
"You think I'm his girlfriend? Ha! That's a laugh. I wouldn't date him even if he was the last guy on earth." Jack placed his hands over his heart and acted like he was hurt. "He's like my overly protective older brother. And since when was curfew nine thirty?"
"Since your 'brother' decided to be a smart ass. Then who are you?" Summer asked as she stood up, shoving the bloody handkerchief into her pants pocket.
"What'd ya mean who is she? This is me girlfriend, the infamous Emerald Duke." A blonde headed newsy spoke as he wrapped an arm around Emmy's waste.
"You say that like it's a bad thing." Emmy said placing a kiss on his cheek.
"Only 'cuz I love ya Emmy."
"You mean it?"
"Yeah…"
"All right! Dat's enough outta the two of yous. As Dutchy was sayin' this is Emerald a.k.a Emmy Duke, the foist female newsy of New York; best newsy next ta Jack, best fighter next ta Spot Conlon, and best poker player nest ta yous truly. She also owns the bed Dutchy sleeps in." Race said finishing out what Dutchy was originally saying while other newsies around him made gagging noises. A bright gleam formed in Summer's eyes at the mention of poker.
"And I would know this how? No one around here has told me anything in the last twenty-four hours, like for instance Mush here didn't tell me you had a kitchen ("We's got a kitchen?")."
"Well maybe if yous asked, we's woulda told ya."
"Can it Jack." Both Summer and Emmy yelled at the same time.
"So, Emmy. Just how good are you at poker?" Summer asked moving closer to the girl.
"I would say pretty good. Why'd ya ask?" Emmy said letting go of her boyfriend and facing Summer.
"Where I come from it's costmary to play a game of poker to seal a new friendship. You in?" Summer stuck out her hand. Emmy thought for a moment then took Summer's hand.
"I'm in"
**
The game had been going on for at least two hours now with Summer and Emmy being the only two to have won any hands. Jack, Race, Blink, and Mush had all folded and now sat watching the two girls. Skittery was looking over Summer's shoulder while Dutchy looked over Emmy's. Neither of the girls looked too happy with their hands.
"I'll see your five and raise you ten." Emmy placed fifteen dollars into the center of the 'table'. Most of the boys couldn't believe the girls were bidding so high.
"I call." Summer said as she placed her money on the table. Carefully Summer placed down her five cards. "Royal flush." Summer smiled.
"Wait that's impossible." Emmy looked back and forth between the cards she held in her hands and the ones on he table.
"No it isn't."
"Yes it is because I got a royal flush too." Emmy said as she laid down her cards.
"Someone must have cheated." Jack said mumbling to himself.
"What did you say, Cowboy?" Summer asked as she stood up, fury growing in her blue eyes.
"Nothing."
"It sure didn't sound like nothing. It sounded like you were calling me a cheat. I have never cheated someone in my life because where I come from, if someone gets caught cheating, they have the right to be hung with out a trial*." Summer now stood right in front of Jack looking him in the eye the best she could considering she was only 5'6.
"I think we'll just call it a strange miracle." Emmy said stepping between the two.
"And I'se t'ink we should go ta bed now, considerin' it's after midnight." Skittery said as he pulled Summer towards the door.
"But what about Emmy?" Summer grabbed onto the doorframe to be kept from being completely pushed out.
"You can relax Summer. These boys know not to lay a finger on me."
"It's not you I'm worried about. Well goodnight. It was nice meeting you Emmy." Summer said as she headed for her room down stairs.
"You to Summer."
**
(*) I don't remember exactly where it was in the U.S., but there was a place where people would get hanged if they were caught cheating in poker. Now that you know this, please R&R (!
That night all the boys, including Jack (even though he would have rather stayed out longer and pissed Summer off more), had managed to get back to the Lodging House before curfew at nine thirty; however, when they entered the building, they were shocked. The once dust-covered lobby was spotless. What was even more shocking was their bunkroom. Their beds, which usually were always in disarray, were made with out a single wrinkle in them and their extra clothes, if they had a second pair, were folded neatly on top of the bunk. Even their bathroom was clean. Everything was spotless.
Summer sat behind her desk finishing some paper work when she checked her pocket watch. Deciding that the paper work could wait till morning, she got up and went to lock the front door. As she started to stick the key in the door, it flew open slamming Summer in the face. She clutched her bleeding nose as she pulled her father's handkerchief out of her pocket. Summer, who was still bent over trying to stop the blood, turned her head to see a girl in boys clothing, carrying a carpetbag, run up the stairs two at a time. Still holding her nose with the handkerchief, Summer followed the girl up the stairs to the newsies' bunkroom.
As soon as she entered the door, she was hit with a twang of jealousy. There, in front of her eyes, the blonde headed girl was hugging Jack. Once the girl let go of Jack, Summer got a better look at her. She was beautiful. It wasn't humanly possible for someone to be that beautiful.
'Wait a minute James Alexander Summer! This is Jack were talking about here. The same one that's being a little prick to you. Why do you care what little whore he hires for the night?'
"I got here as soon as I got your letter Jack. I'm sorry I couldn't be for the funeral." The girl said, her words dripping with a southern accent.
Before Jack could answer the girl, Skittery blurted, "What happened ta yous, Summer?" every head in the room turned and looked at the manager.
"I got in a fight with the front door. Needless to say the door one." Summer answered, pushing her thoughts away. Skittery grabbed her arms and guided her over to one of the beds so she could sit down.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't no there was anyone behind the door." The mystery girl walked over to Summer to get a better look at the damage she had done.
"It's ok. It's almost stopped bleeding and I don't think you broke it. Jack, you better quit laughing or so help you'll have a matching bloody nose." Jack quickly sobered up at this.
"Ah, finally another girl that can put Jack in his place. I'm Emily Duke." Emmy extended her hand out to Summer.
Summer took Emmy's hand after making sure there was no blood on it and answered, "Summer Johnson. Nice to meet you. Jack, I thought my grandfather enforced the rule of no girlfriends in the bunkroom after curfew?"
"She's…" Before Jack could finish, Emmy butted in.
"You think I'm his girlfriend? Ha! That's a laugh. I wouldn't date him even if he was the last guy on earth." Jack placed his hands over his heart and acted like he was hurt. "He's like my overly protective older brother. And since when was curfew nine thirty?"
"Since your 'brother' decided to be a smart ass. Then who are you?" Summer asked as she stood up, shoving the bloody handkerchief into her pants pocket.
"What'd ya mean who is she? This is me girlfriend, the infamous Emerald Duke." A blonde headed newsy spoke as he wrapped an arm around Emmy's waste.
"You say that like it's a bad thing." Emmy said placing a kiss on his cheek.
"Only 'cuz I love ya Emmy."
"You mean it?"
"Yeah…"
"All right! Dat's enough outta the two of yous. As Dutchy was sayin' this is Emerald a.k.a Emmy Duke, the foist female newsy of New York; best newsy next ta Jack, best fighter next ta Spot Conlon, and best poker player nest ta yous truly. She also owns the bed Dutchy sleeps in." Race said finishing out what Dutchy was originally saying while other newsies around him made gagging noises. A bright gleam formed in Summer's eyes at the mention of poker.
"And I would know this how? No one around here has told me anything in the last twenty-four hours, like for instance Mush here didn't tell me you had a kitchen ("We's got a kitchen?")."
"Well maybe if yous asked, we's woulda told ya."
"Can it Jack." Both Summer and Emmy yelled at the same time.
"So, Emmy. Just how good are you at poker?" Summer asked moving closer to the girl.
"I would say pretty good. Why'd ya ask?" Emmy said letting go of her boyfriend and facing Summer.
"Where I come from it's costmary to play a game of poker to seal a new friendship. You in?" Summer stuck out her hand. Emmy thought for a moment then took Summer's hand.
"I'm in"
**
The game had been going on for at least two hours now with Summer and Emmy being the only two to have won any hands. Jack, Race, Blink, and Mush had all folded and now sat watching the two girls. Skittery was looking over Summer's shoulder while Dutchy looked over Emmy's. Neither of the girls looked too happy with their hands.
"I'll see your five and raise you ten." Emmy placed fifteen dollars into the center of the 'table'. Most of the boys couldn't believe the girls were bidding so high.
"I call." Summer said as she placed her money on the table. Carefully Summer placed down her five cards. "Royal flush." Summer smiled.
"Wait that's impossible." Emmy looked back and forth between the cards she held in her hands and the ones on he table.
"No it isn't."
"Yes it is because I got a royal flush too." Emmy said as she laid down her cards.
"Someone must have cheated." Jack said mumbling to himself.
"What did you say, Cowboy?" Summer asked as she stood up, fury growing in her blue eyes.
"Nothing."
"It sure didn't sound like nothing. It sounded like you were calling me a cheat. I have never cheated someone in my life because where I come from, if someone gets caught cheating, they have the right to be hung with out a trial*." Summer now stood right in front of Jack looking him in the eye the best she could considering she was only 5'6.
"I think we'll just call it a strange miracle." Emmy said stepping between the two.
"And I'se t'ink we should go ta bed now, considerin' it's after midnight." Skittery said as he pulled Summer towards the door.
"But what about Emmy?" Summer grabbed onto the doorframe to be kept from being completely pushed out.
"You can relax Summer. These boys know not to lay a finger on me."
"It's not you I'm worried about. Well goodnight. It was nice meeting you Emmy." Summer said as she headed for her room down stairs.
"You to Summer."
**
(*) I don't remember exactly where it was in the U.S., but there was a place where people would get hanged if they were caught cheating in poker. Now that you know this, please R&R (!
