A/N: Omigosh I'm horrible. I haven't updated in forty-two days. I started
writing this a couple weeks ago but couldn't finish because my bat mitzvah
came up and then writer's block kicked in. But as long as Kelly's out of
town and I have nowhere to go I might as well write to pass the time.
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"So, that wasn't too painful, was it?" Chris asked her the next morning when she woke up. She looked up at him and he was sitting there once again without a shirt on. Shannyn glanced around the room trying to get her grip on where she was. She never was good at getting her bearings first thing when she woke up. A moment later she realized that was inside a bunkroom, surrounded by people from the night before.
Mush was sitting on the edge of her bed, and her dress was sort of loose and off from the way it was situated the night before. A moment later she realized that it was because the midsection of the dress was completely unhooked, leaving her stomach area a lot freer. Half of her corset was also unbuttoned, but it still fit firmly around her body. She glanced at Mush, who had a grin on his face that wasn't fading. "We didn't--"
"Sleep tagetha?" he finished her sentence for her. "Nah. I ain't gonna take ya ta bed wit' me when you'se smashed, I'se an honest boy if nothin' else."
She nodded. "Thank ya," she said, leaning forward and kissing his cheek.
As she did so the unfastened dress began to slip, exposing the front of her very "uplifting" (if you know what I mean) corset, and everything that went along with it. Mush instantly reached out his arms and pulled the dress back up, starting to fasten the back as he went. "Sorry I did dat foah ya, but da boys was lookin' atcha, an' I didn' t'ink ya wanted dat."
"You're sweet, you know that?" she said, her head resting on his arm as his nimble fingers worked with the hooks on the back of her top.
Chris grinned softly before attempting to wipe the smile off his face and seem less excited. With a barely detectable hint of sadness he informed her, "You'se still drunk, aren't ya? I'll have ta find out who doubled da alcohol content. I'se got a killah hangovah meself."
"Even if I was drunk, you're still a sweetie. Honestly, Mush, you remind me of Andre," she told him.
Mush was somewhat taken aback that she would compare him to her late husband, and he didn't exactly know how to respond to that. Fortunately, he didn't have to, because at that moment Shannyn cried out. "What's wrong?" Chris asked, worried.
"My hangover just kicked in," she answered, grabbing her head.
Mush laughed, secretly relieved that that was all that was wrong. "Lemme go see if Spot heah's got anythin' that'll help ya out wit' dat. Most of us is so used ta it we jus' let 'em roll of, but I'se gotta be woikin' taday so I bettah find meself somethin' too."
Shannyn nodded and followed Mush, not wanting to resist. After trying out a few of the boy's homemade remedies she wasn't quite sure she should have been so willing, but what was done was done.
As she waltzed into work a few hours later having changed her clothing, bathed, and just generally cleaned herself up. Unable to get the bags out from under her eyes she had also applied make-up, leading to the use of light blush, lip rouge, and mascara.
"Shannyn, what have ya done ta yaself?" Chris asked when he saw her fully decked out in her new look.
She smiled, but it didn't appear to be her own smile. "Just thought I'd try something new. You don't like it?"
He looked her up and down, not knowing how to answer her. "It's not dat I don' like it, 'cause I could nevah lie an' say I don' like dolls, but it ain't you I'se lookin' at. I ain't seein' Shannyn, I'se seein' some sort a desperate tart."
"But you liked it fine to stare at me at Spot's party? Honestly, I'll never understand you, Chris." With those last words, Shannyn stormed back out of the club, not caring that she could lose her job for her actions. Indeed, the consequence of her leaving had not even reached her brain. She wanted to get away from Chris; that was all that mattered to her at the time.
Reaching an alleyway she threw herself desperately to the ground, ruining her dress. Tears fell down her face, causing rivers of tears to merge with streams of black mascara, like oil spilling into the ocean's waters. "Why in hell did I do that? Why? What was I thinking was to be gained by this?"
"Ah, what the hell," she said, pulling out her blade and once again making the horizontal slash marks she'd become accustomed to. She let the wounds bleed freely as she pulled the knife back from its resting place and put it back in her pocket. Once again, the world beyond slumber called her as colors swirled around and around, faster and faster until all of the sudden it went black again. Too bad she'd be back in the world by tomorrow morning.
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A/N: Yup, she's not dead. So the story isn't done. And I am a horrible updater. I swear I'll try to get better. It's not easy! Well, I guess it really is, but I'm working on it! Yeah. I know how I want this to end, and I'm forming ideas for the rest of the story, so it should only be getting better.
REVIEW MY MINIONS!!
Oh yes, shout-outs (not that you'll even remember what you said):
Firecracker: I know, I know. I'm bad. So are you. Yup. Making out with Mush would be fun. I'm tying you in to my story, I just don't know how yet. If you couldn't tell, there's been limited interaction with most of the newsies, so that's why you weren't in here.
Frenchy: I'm talking to you right now. Moony, Padfoot, and Prongs are my lovers. Well, our lovers. That had nothing to do with your review, but we're discussing it. Yup. And mini-Racetracks are hot. You know you secretly love Race, you just won't admit it! "Once you go 'Track, you'll never go back." Damn, I just wrote that outta nowhere. I like it.
ember: glad you like it. and I am keeping it going, even if I'm going ridiculously slow. Heh.
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"So, that wasn't too painful, was it?" Chris asked her the next morning when she woke up. She looked up at him and he was sitting there once again without a shirt on. Shannyn glanced around the room trying to get her grip on where she was. She never was good at getting her bearings first thing when she woke up. A moment later she realized that was inside a bunkroom, surrounded by people from the night before.
Mush was sitting on the edge of her bed, and her dress was sort of loose and off from the way it was situated the night before. A moment later she realized that it was because the midsection of the dress was completely unhooked, leaving her stomach area a lot freer. Half of her corset was also unbuttoned, but it still fit firmly around her body. She glanced at Mush, who had a grin on his face that wasn't fading. "We didn't--"
"Sleep tagetha?" he finished her sentence for her. "Nah. I ain't gonna take ya ta bed wit' me when you'se smashed, I'se an honest boy if nothin' else."
She nodded. "Thank ya," she said, leaning forward and kissing his cheek.
As she did so the unfastened dress began to slip, exposing the front of her very "uplifting" (if you know what I mean) corset, and everything that went along with it. Mush instantly reached out his arms and pulled the dress back up, starting to fasten the back as he went. "Sorry I did dat foah ya, but da boys was lookin' atcha, an' I didn' t'ink ya wanted dat."
"You're sweet, you know that?" she said, her head resting on his arm as his nimble fingers worked with the hooks on the back of her top.
Chris grinned softly before attempting to wipe the smile off his face and seem less excited. With a barely detectable hint of sadness he informed her, "You'se still drunk, aren't ya? I'll have ta find out who doubled da alcohol content. I'se got a killah hangovah meself."
"Even if I was drunk, you're still a sweetie. Honestly, Mush, you remind me of Andre," she told him.
Mush was somewhat taken aback that she would compare him to her late husband, and he didn't exactly know how to respond to that. Fortunately, he didn't have to, because at that moment Shannyn cried out. "What's wrong?" Chris asked, worried.
"My hangover just kicked in," she answered, grabbing her head.
Mush laughed, secretly relieved that that was all that was wrong. "Lemme go see if Spot heah's got anythin' that'll help ya out wit' dat. Most of us is so used ta it we jus' let 'em roll of, but I'se gotta be woikin' taday so I bettah find meself somethin' too."
Shannyn nodded and followed Mush, not wanting to resist. After trying out a few of the boy's homemade remedies she wasn't quite sure she should have been so willing, but what was done was done.
As she waltzed into work a few hours later having changed her clothing, bathed, and just generally cleaned herself up. Unable to get the bags out from under her eyes she had also applied make-up, leading to the use of light blush, lip rouge, and mascara.
"Shannyn, what have ya done ta yaself?" Chris asked when he saw her fully decked out in her new look.
She smiled, but it didn't appear to be her own smile. "Just thought I'd try something new. You don't like it?"
He looked her up and down, not knowing how to answer her. "It's not dat I don' like it, 'cause I could nevah lie an' say I don' like dolls, but it ain't you I'se lookin' at. I ain't seein' Shannyn, I'se seein' some sort a desperate tart."
"But you liked it fine to stare at me at Spot's party? Honestly, I'll never understand you, Chris." With those last words, Shannyn stormed back out of the club, not caring that she could lose her job for her actions. Indeed, the consequence of her leaving had not even reached her brain. She wanted to get away from Chris; that was all that mattered to her at the time.
Reaching an alleyway she threw herself desperately to the ground, ruining her dress. Tears fell down her face, causing rivers of tears to merge with streams of black mascara, like oil spilling into the ocean's waters. "Why in hell did I do that? Why? What was I thinking was to be gained by this?"
"Ah, what the hell," she said, pulling out her blade and once again making the horizontal slash marks she'd become accustomed to. She let the wounds bleed freely as she pulled the knife back from its resting place and put it back in her pocket. Once again, the world beyond slumber called her as colors swirled around and around, faster and faster until all of the sudden it went black again. Too bad she'd be back in the world by tomorrow morning.
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A/N: Yup, she's not dead. So the story isn't done. And I am a horrible updater. I swear I'll try to get better. It's not easy! Well, I guess it really is, but I'm working on it! Yeah. I know how I want this to end, and I'm forming ideas for the rest of the story, so it should only be getting better.
REVIEW MY MINIONS!!
Oh yes, shout-outs (not that you'll even remember what you said):
Firecracker: I know, I know. I'm bad. So are you. Yup. Making out with Mush would be fun. I'm tying you in to my story, I just don't know how yet. If you couldn't tell, there's been limited interaction with most of the newsies, so that's why you weren't in here.
Frenchy: I'm talking to you right now. Moony, Padfoot, and Prongs are my lovers. Well, our lovers. That had nothing to do with your review, but we're discussing it. Yup. And mini-Racetracks are hot. You know you secretly love Race, you just won't admit it! "Once you go 'Track, you'll never go back." Damn, I just wrote that outta nowhere. I like it.
ember: glad you like it. and I am keeping it going, even if I'm going ridiculously slow. Heh.
