It was almost seven and Spot Conlon was just now crossing the bridge. He
was terribly worried he'd be late to pick up Tachinya for their date. He
had gotten himself all studded up just for the occasion. Wearing his pink
suspenders under a black vest and finally some slacks that were long
enough. He had washed his hair upon Tachinya's request and combed it away
from his face. Around his neck he wore his ever-present key to the city.
Tachinya loved that key, she played with it during their make-out sessions.
No, just kidding, they never had make-out sessions.
Spot arrived at McCain's Newsgirls Lodging House on time. He entered to see McCain and Racey talking near the front desk. "Heya, Spot." McCain said smiling. "Here tah pick up Tachinya?"
"Yeah, is she ready?" Spot asked.
"I'll go see." Racey said, and she proceeded up the stairs. Miss McCain was a really swell lady and allowed Tachinya to stay at the Newsgirls Lodging House, despite the fact that she was not a newsgirl. When Racey found Tachinya she was in the bathing area looking in the mirror. "Spot's 'ere." She said to the ever-vain Tachinya.
"Okay, thanks, Racey." She gave herself one last look and headed for the stairs. Before leaving she said to Blind Dymond, "Thanks fer watchin' Momoe fer me Blind Dymond."
"No problem."
"Have fun!" said Luna, probably the "leader" or "mommy" of the other newsgirls living at McCain's.
Tachinya nodded her thanks and proceeded down the wooden stairs. She looked pretty in her long blue skirt and white blouse, as opposed to her normal garb: a spandexy costume worn while working (she's a contortionist, you know) and a dingy peach-colored frock worn in the evening with a vibrantly pink lace shawl. Spot smiled seeing her and together they left the lodging house.
+~*~+
The sun was setting once again on a long day of labor for Jack. He strolled wearily along the streets but perked when he heard shouting across the street.
"Don't worry fellahs, I'll have dah money as soon as I sell dis last bit. Gimme two moah days." A girl with obvious charisma tried to haggle with two burly men.
"Dat's what you said two days ago, girlie!" responded the booming voice of one of the men. The other man pulled out a knife and waved in the girl's face. "Dis is yer warnin', Spyd. Ya bettah have it bye tahmarrah."
The girl did not look at all phased by the silver blade of the knife
that was glistening in the moonlight. "Shoah, fellahs. Tahmarrah."
After passing by this situation, Jack didn't think any further on it.
Spot arrived at McCain's Newsgirls Lodging House on time. He entered to see McCain and Racey talking near the front desk. "Heya, Spot." McCain said smiling. "Here tah pick up Tachinya?"
"Yeah, is she ready?" Spot asked.
"I'll go see." Racey said, and she proceeded up the stairs. Miss McCain was a really swell lady and allowed Tachinya to stay at the Newsgirls Lodging House, despite the fact that she was not a newsgirl. When Racey found Tachinya she was in the bathing area looking in the mirror. "Spot's 'ere." She said to the ever-vain Tachinya.
"Okay, thanks, Racey." She gave herself one last look and headed for the stairs. Before leaving she said to Blind Dymond, "Thanks fer watchin' Momoe fer me Blind Dymond."
"No problem."
"Have fun!" said Luna, probably the "leader" or "mommy" of the other newsgirls living at McCain's.
Tachinya nodded her thanks and proceeded down the wooden stairs. She looked pretty in her long blue skirt and white blouse, as opposed to her normal garb: a spandexy costume worn while working (she's a contortionist, you know) and a dingy peach-colored frock worn in the evening with a vibrantly pink lace shawl. Spot smiled seeing her and together they left the lodging house.
+~*~+
The sun was setting once again on a long day of labor for Jack. He strolled wearily along the streets but perked when he heard shouting across the street.
"Don't worry fellahs, I'll have dah money as soon as I sell dis last bit. Gimme two moah days." A girl with obvious charisma tried to haggle with two burly men.
"Dat's what you said two days ago, girlie!" responded the booming voice of one of the men. The other man pulled out a knife and waved in the girl's face. "Dis is yer warnin', Spyd. Ya bettah have it bye tahmarrah."
The girl did not look at all phased by the silver blade of the knife
that was glistening in the moonlight. "Shoah, fellahs. Tahmarrah."
After passing by this situation, Jack didn't think any further on it.