Cards glared at Tiger as if it was all her fault " I'se had a good hand!"
"So did I, " Tiger said and adjusted her shirt, "I nevah knew Itey was such a great kissah!"
"He ain't."
"Hmm... maybe dat was Snitch den, I always get dem confused," Tiger shrugged.
"Neither of them are That good." Cards said.
"An' How da hell would you know?" A voice asked.
"Aww Spot I ain't in Brooklyn." Cards said with out turning around.
Tiger whipped her head around, obviously confused.
"How did he get here?" Cards pointed to the Brooklyn leader. "I tought it only kicked us out..." She walked around and picked up a newspaper. "Holy Shit."
"What's it say?" A different voice asked. This time it was one Tiger recognized.
"Heya Blink. It says dat its 2002" Cards said "Mus be a misprint!"
Tiger stared down at the pavement she was standing on. "What is dis stuff?" She stomped on it with her foot.
"Never mind dat," Blink said forcefully, "Why are ya' makin out wit Itey?"
"Yeah Cards why were ya making out wid one a dem?" Spot asked.
"I tink dey still mad at us..."
"Whatevah gave ya dat ideah?" Tiger asked sarcastically.
"Da fact we ain't getten pressed up against da wall wid dere tongues down our throats...." Cards muttered. A bum came into the alleyway and saw them, he pointed at Tiger's Pants.
"Crazy pants." He laughed. "You all look stupid."
"Dose pants have been on more floors, " Blink muttered when the bum had left. Tiger smacked him across the face. "What's dat papah say dere Spot?"
Spot grabbed it from Cards. "Says sumden about Iraq an' Spies..."
"Iraq? What's dat?"
"Dunno Tigah, go ask da writer." Blink muttered.
"It says someting about New-cle-ar weapons." Cards said reading over Spot's shoulder.
Tiger looked even more confused than before. "Well, we're not gonna get any where standin in dis 'ere alley," She said and moved into the light of the streetlamp.
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