Author's note: Thanks for all the reviews, and just for being such good little chicklets, I might tell you why Juliet hates Jack. (Maybe! Muhahaha!)
"Another round?" asked Medda.
Juliet looked around the crowded hall and counted her last bit of change into her hand.
"Ah hell, shoah," she slurred.
"Juliet, mah dear," said Blink "I tink ya might have had just a wee bit too much ta drink."
"Ah," she replied patting his cheek "Ya prolly right."
Spot wrapped his arm around Rae and laughed heartily.
"Ya gunna have one hell of hangover in da morning."
Juliet smiled sleepily at her friends and laid her heavy head down on her arm. Unbeknownst to her, the party raged on around her. Factory workers and newsies celebrating their victories, more workers joined their cause everyday.
Unknown to them all though, another group of people were meeting and theirs was not a happy meeting.
"Why should I help you?" Asked William Hearst.
Jonathan Oliver swallowed another sip of his drink and sighed. He hated asking someone like Hearst for help. The man just oozed scandal.
"Stress!" Juliet yelled, "I'm goin home."
Stress looked over at her and then back at Blue.
"You need someone ta come wit ya?" she asked.
Juliet smiled.
"Nah, I'm good."
Oscar and Morris Delancey slid out the door behind her. They looked at each other and laughed, catching this one was going to be too easy.
"Hello pussycat," said Oscar when they had finally gotten far enough away from Irving Hall.
"Deres only one Pussy…cat here." Slurred Juliet "And it aint me."
"Git her Morris," hissed Oscar.
"Stay away from me Delancey." Juliet whispered menacingly.
"What are ya gunna do about it?" he asked smiling.
"She aint gonna do nuttin." Said a voice.
The two turned around to see Jack standing in the alley bathed in the light from the streetlamps.
"But I'm gonna shove mah boot in ya face if ya touch her," said Jack.
Oscar grabbed Juliet and pressed a knife to her kneck.
"Sorry Cowboy, we've been sent ta pick up a package and dis is it." He said smiling.
Holiday smiled up at Bumlets as they walked back to the Lodging House.
"Hol?" he whispered "Can I ask ya sumptin?"
"Ah Bums, ya know ya kin ask me anything," she replied kissing his hand.
"Why doesn't Jay like Jack?" he asked.
"Shh!" she whispered "Did ya hear sumptin?"
"Who sent ya?" asked Jack.
"Mista Oliver" said Morris.
"Shuddup!" yelled Oscar.
"Need some help Cowboy?" asked Bumlets as he and Holiday walked hand in hand into the alley.
"dat would be mighty good of ya," said Jack……
Hahaha! Did ya really think I would give up something that big right away? Don't worry though, its prolly coming up soon.
~Revolution~