It's been a week since the strike started and everyone is gathering
at Medda's for the big rally. Jack came early so he could talk with Irish,
he walks in and up to Medda and sees talking with Toby. "Hey Medda is
Irish around?"
Medda smiled at the boy who was like a son to her, "Yeah she's in hoir room, you do remember where that is don't you?"
Jack smiled and nodded, he'd been to visit her so many times over the past year that he'd lost count. He climbed the stairs and knocked on her door, when he heard no answer he opened it and saw her laying on her bed with her eyes closed. He smiled at her but then noticed the tear tracks running down her face and realized that he'd never seen her cry and even though he knew a lot about her that she'd never cried while telling him about her past. He walked over and sat down on the edge of her bed and brushed a stray piece of hair out of her face.
She opened her eyes and looked up at him and smiled sadly, "Irish, what's wrong wit you'se?"
She sat up quickly and glared at him, "Today jist isn't a good day for me, but I'se gotta get ready so what do you want Sullivan?"
"I'se wanted to remind you'se bout you meetin Sara tonight."
"Oh." She frowned and looked deep in thought, "I tought you liked dat udder goil da one wit da red hair, da only goil newsie in all of Manhattan."
Jack blushed, "Well she don't like me like dat, I tink she likes Blink."
Irish smiled and put her hand on Jack's cheek, "Jacky you'se gotta know dat you'se awfully handsome and you'se smart, great sellah, and real loyal. What's dere not ta like, sides why you datin Sara if you'se like someone else?"
"Well Trouble hasn't been wit no one since she came ta da lodgin house and I don't tink she's planning on bein wit no one for a while."
Irish wagged her finger in his face, "I'll let dis go for now Jack Kelly but if I'se don't like dis goil den you'se ain't gonna heah da end of it from me."
He spit in his hand and held it out, "Deal." I did the same and we shook on it and then Jack left to wait outside the door for Irish to finish getting ready. When she was done he walked her downstairs and out to the front where most of the newsies were already gathered. He walked her over to his table which was currently occupied by two other girls she didn't know, the boy who was introduced to her as Dave, Spot, and Rage. When Irish's eyes came to rest on Rage she turned around and tried to bolt but Jack held onto her arm forcing her to take a seat next to him. Irish looked up and noticed jealousy on one girls face and distaste on the others. She immediately knew she wouldn't like the one who was looking at her like she was a whore and she leaned into Jack to tell him.
"Okay if Sara is da broad who is lookin at me like I'se a 25 cent hoe den I'se don't like hoir." Jack looked at the girl Irish was motioning to and nodded his head telling me that was her. "I'se like da udder one and she likes you."
Jack turned and looked at her surprised but Irish just nodded her head and then turned towards the other people sitting at the table. "I'se Irish and I'se know Spot, Race, and him but I'se don't know you'se two ladies."
I held out my hand to the one I liked and she spit in hers obviously trying to disgust me but I must have caught her off guard when I did the same. "Trouble."
I then turned to the girl who was Sara and held out my hand but she just wrinkled her nose in disgust, "I'm Sara." I pulled my hand back and glared at her but she just smirked, "So you're the girl who works here." She said it as if it was disgusting and Jack had to put a restraining hand on my shoulder to hold me down.
"Yeah I'se woirk here, of coirse dat don't mean I'se a whore like you'se obviously tink."
"Really so what exactly do you do here?"
That pushed me to far I stood up and brushed Jack's hand away, I then walked behind the girl and pulled her up by the collar of her shirt and got in her face. "Don't tawk ta me dat way, it ain't good for you'se health. Specially if you'se wanna live ta see tomorrow!" Then I went back to my chair and grabbed Jack's drink and swallowed it all at once. It burned all the way down my throat but I knew it wouldn't affect me because I could hold my liquir.
Medda smiled at the boy who was like a son to her, "Yeah she's in hoir room, you do remember where that is don't you?"
Jack smiled and nodded, he'd been to visit her so many times over the past year that he'd lost count. He climbed the stairs and knocked on her door, when he heard no answer he opened it and saw her laying on her bed with her eyes closed. He smiled at her but then noticed the tear tracks running down her face and realized that he'd never seen her cry and even though he knew a lot about her that she'd never cried while telling him about her past. He walked over and sat down on the edge of her bed and brushed a stray piece of hair out of her face.
She opened her eyes and looked up at him and smiled sadly, "Irish, what's wrong wit you'se?"
She sat up quickly and glared at him, "Today jist isn't a good day for me, but I'se gotta get ready so what do you want Sullivan?"
"I'se wanted to remind you'se bout you meetin Sara tonight."
"Oh." She frowned and looked deep in thought, "I tought you liked dat udder goil da one wit da red hair, da only goil newsie in all of Manhattan."
Jack blushed, "Well she don't like me like dat, I tink she likes Blink."
Irish smiled and put her hand on Jack's cheek, "Jacky you'se gotta know dat you'se awfully handsome and you'se smart, great sellah, and real loyal. What's dere not ta like, sides why you datin Sara if you'se like someone else?"
"Well Trouble hasn't been wit no one since she came ta da lodgin house and I don't tink she's planning on bein wit no one for a while."
Irish wagged her finger in his face, "I'll let dis go for now Jack Kelly but if I'se don't like dis goil den you'se ain't gonna heah da end of it from me."
He spit in his hand and held it out, "Deal." I did the same and we shook on it and then Jack left to wait outside the door for Irish to finish getting ready. When she was done he walked her downstairs and out to the front where most of the newsies were already gathered. He walked her over to his table which was currently occupied by two other girls she didn't know, the boy who was introduced to her as Dave, Spot, and Rage. When Irish's eyes came to rest on Rage she turned around and tried to bolt but Jack held onto her arm forcing her to take a seat next to him. Irish looked up and noticed jealousy on one girls face and distaste on the others. She immediately knew she wouldn't like the one who was looking at her like she was a whore and she leaned into Jack to tell him.
"Okay if Sara is da broad who is lookin at me like I'se a 25 cent hoe den I'se don't like hoir." Jack looked at the girl Irish was motioning to and nodded his head telling me that was her. "I'se like da udder one and she likes you."
Jack turned and looked at her surprised but Irish just nodded her head and then turned towards the other people sitting at the table. "I'se Irish and I'se know Spot, Race, and him but I'se don't know you'se two ladies."
I held out my hand to the one I liked and she spit in hers obviously trying to disgust me but I must have caught her off guard when I did the same. "Trouble."
I then turned to the girl who was Sara and held out my hand but she just wrinkled her nose in disgust, "I'm Sara." I pulled my hand back and glared at her but she just smirked, "So you're the girl who works here." She said it as if it was disgusting and Jack had to put a restraining hand on my shoulder to hold me down.
"Yeah I'se woirk here, of coirse dat don't mean I'se a whore like you'se obviously tink."
"Really so what exactly do you do here?"
That pushed me to far I stood up and brushed Jack's hand away, I then walked behind the girl and pulled her up by the collar of her shirt and got in her face. "Don't tawk ta me dat way, it ain't good for you'se health. Specially if you'se wanna live ta see tomorrow!" Then I went back to my chair and grabbed Jack's drink and swallowed it all at once. It burned all the way down my throat but I knew it wouldn't affect me because I could hold my liquir.