A/N Well, well we have a chapter don't we! Ha! Ha! Erm yes thanks to all!
"Well, well, well look whose back," a snide voice came from the corner. Several laughs echoed around the room. I walked over to the bar and sat down staring at the worn finish of the counter top. I had the sudden urge to bang my head repeatedly against the table, but refrained. Sweets walked in with Blink's arms wrapped around her, face all a glow. She sat down next to me and ordered a drink as Blink began to do strange things to her ear.
"Could you possibly refrain from that?" I stared at Blink pointedly. He removed his mouth and flashed me a smile, "Sure."
Sweets pouted for a minute, "So, what's this about you hating the 'Hattan boys?" Blink cocked his head, "You hate the 'Hattan boys?" he said rather loudly. Several heads perked up until the room was filled with people asking about me hating the 'Hattan boys.
I sent a glare towards Sweets who innocently turned away from me. Jack sauntered up towards me and sat down next to me, ordering a beer. His drink was brought to him and he took a sip, my eyes followed his every movement. Wiping his mouth he turned towards me, "So, what's this about you hating the 'Hattan boys?"
I stammered searching for an answer. Jack pulled me off my stool and slung his arm around my shoulders, "'Cause the way I see it you can't really afford to hate us, now can you?"
I shot him a quivering smile, "No I suppose not."
"Exactly, and I think we could all make this a pleasant experience if we all just got along. Now what do you say to that."
I nodded, knowing this was not the place to argue. "I knew that we could come to an agreement, 'cause you don't hate me boys anymore, now do you?"
"Not at all, we've become like family." Jack and I slid into a booth, positioned across from David, Race, and Snoddy. Race removed the cigar from hid mouth and stared at me for a while, "There's something weird about you kid, I don't like it."
I shrugged, "nah, there's nothing weird about me besides, weird is such a strong word."
"Like I said, weird." Snoddy perked up from his reverie, "Wait, who's weird?"
Race pointed at me with his cigar, "Him."
"Haven't I seen you before?" I stared at Snoddy, had I seen him? "No, I don't think so."
Snoddy persisted, "Where do you come from?"
"Oh, no place in particular." "Uh huh." David cut in, "Guys, guys don't you remember what it was like to be the newbie." Several heads were shook. David through up his hands walking away from the table mumbling about how we were all hopeless.
Jack stood up and motioned for me to follow him, "Come on, we've got the evening addition, and I think we should sell together, take some time to bond."
I smiled weakly, "Yeah, let's bond, together."
Jack tromped ahead of me a smile plastered on his face, "Now I know that you've been selling for a few days now, but that doesn't mean you can't pick up some things."
I sold a few papers, tuning him out. "Yup, headlines don't sell papes, newsies sell papes. Ya know, David had a little trouble with learning that." On and on he went about David's sister and David's family and the strike and Pulitzer, and pigeons. I wasn't quite sure how he reached the topic of killing off pigeons, but he certainly could rant about it.
"So Jack, do ya got a girl?"
"Nah, Sarah - David's sister - I asked her to marry me a while back, but she said no. We broke up for a while and then we had a rather on and off relationship after that, ending well more off than on. But let me tell you, you should see the tits on that girl, even David admits that they're huge."
A look of disgust came onto my face, "Yeah, you gotta love that."
"You bet ya do, I remember the first time I ever saw a girls breasts. Wow, and do I mean wow. Her name was uh... Josephine."
I nodded, "Jeez, I would love to hear all about the first time you got laid and everything, but I left some stuff in Brooklyn, and I really think that I should go get it."
"I could tell you about it on the way."
"It just wouldn't be the same. I mean I wouldn't be giving your story my full attention. I'll just hear about it later," I started jogging away muttering to myself, "Hopefully when I'm drunk."
I ran towards Brooklyn thinking of how perverted guys were. I stopped at the foot of the bridge wondering to myself what I was doing. I slowly turned around and headed back towards the Manhattan lodging house.
I signed in, paying the night's fee. I then trudged up the staircase, hoping that Jack wouldn't be there, waiting to corner me with his story. I ducked my head in to make sure that the coast was clear, and then I flopped onto my bunk. My face hit something crinkly. I sat up looking at a small piece of paper. On it three words were plainly written: We Found You.
I let out a small gasp and tore up the paper. Turning I came face to face with, well another face.
A/N HA HA HA It's Tuesday! Ok Casting call: I wanna put some people in, one person will be the mysterious face. Dun Dun Dun. If you want to be in this then e-mail me w/ the usual profile crap at DarkRoom35@aol.com I'm not guaranteeing anything, first come first served and depending on your traits you will have different parts. I'm off and you can all force Sweets to update! Sli
OH and if you don't want to wear skirts then tell me.
"Well, well, well look whose back," a snide voice came from the corner. Several laughs echoed around the room. I walked over to the bar and sat down staring at the worn finish of the counter top. I had the sudden urge to bang my head repeatedly against the table, but refrained. Sweets walked in with Blink's arms wrapped around her, face all a glow. She sat down next to me and ordered a drink as Blink began to do strange things to her ear.
"Could you possibly refrain from that?" I stared at Blink pointedly. He removed his mouth and flashed me a smile, "Sure."
Sweets pouted for a minute, "So, what's this about you hating the 'Hattan boys?" Blink cocked his head, "You hate the 'Hattan boys?" he said rather loudly. Several heads perked up until the room was filled with people asking about me hating the 'Hattan boys.
I sent a glare towards Sweets who innocently turned away from me. Jack sauntered up towards me and sat down next to me, ordering a beer. His drink was brought to him and he took a sip, my eyes followed his every movement. Wiping his mouth he turned towards me, "So, what's this about you hating the 'Hattan boys?"
I stammered searching for an answer. Jack pulled me off my stool and slung his arm around my shoulders, "'Cause the way I see it you can't really afford to hate us, now can you?"
I shot him a quivering smile, "No I suppose not."
"Exactly, and I think we could all make this a pleasant experience if we all just got along. Now what do you say to that."
I nodded, knowing this was not the place to argue. "I knew that we could come to an agreement, 'cause you don't hate me boys anymore, now do you?"
"Not at all, we've become like family." Jack and I slid into a booth, positioned across from David, Race, and Snoddy. Race removed the cigar from hid mouth and stared at me for a while, "There's something weird about you kid, I don't like it."
I shrugged, "nah, there's nothing weird about me besides, weird is such a strong word."
"Like I said, weird." Snoddy perked up from his reverie, "Wait, who's weird?"
Race pointed at me with his cigar, "Him."
"Haven't I seen you before?" I stared at Snoddy, had I seen him? "No, I don't think so."
Snoddy persisted, "Where do you come from?"
"Oh, no place in particular." "Uh huh." David cut in, "Guys, guys don't you remember what it was like to be the newbie." Several heads were shook. David through up his hands walking away from the table mumbling about how we were all hopeless.
Jack stood up and motioned for me to follow him, "Come on, we've got the evening addition, and I think we should sell together, take some time to bond."
I smiled weakly, "Yeah, let's bond, together."
Jack tromped ahead of me a smile plastered on his face, "Now I know that you've been selling for a few days now, but that doesn't mean you can't pick up some things."
I sold a few papers, tuning him out. "Yup, headlines don't sell papes, newsies sell papes. Ya know, David had a little trouble with learning that." On and on he went about David's sister and David's family and the strike and Pulitzer, and pigeons. I wasn't quite sure how he reached the topic of killing off pigeons, but he certainly could rant about it.
"So Jack, do ya got a girl?"
"Nah, Sarah - David's sister - I asked her to marry me a while back, but she said no. We broke up for a while and then we had a rather on and off relationship after that, ending well more off than on. But let me tell you, you should see the tits on that girl, even David admits that they're huge."
A look of disgust came onto my face, "Yeah, you gotta love that."
"You bet ya do, I remember the first time I ever saw a girls breasts. Wow, and do I mean wow. Her name was uh... Josephine."
I nodded, "Jeez, I would love to hear all about the first time you got laid and everything, but I left some stuff in Brooklyn, and I really think that I should go get it."
"I could tell you about it on the way."
"It just wouldn't be the same. I mean I wouldn't be giving your story my full attention. I'll just hear about it later," I started jogging away muttering to myself, "Hopefully when I'm drunk."
I ran towards Brooklyn thinking of how perverted guys were. I stopped at the foot of the bridge wondering to myself what I was doing. I slowly turned around and headed back towards the Manhattan lodging house.
I signed in, paying the night's fee. I then trudged up the staircase, hoping that Jack wouldn't be there, waiting to corner me with his story. I ducked my head in to make sure that the coast was clear, and then I flopped onto my bunk. My face hit something crinkly. I sat up looking at a small piece of paper. On it three words were plainly written: We Found You.
I let out a small gasp and tore up the paper. Turning I came face to face with, well another face.
A/N HA HA HA It's Tuesday! Ok Casting call: I wanna put some people in, one person will be the mysterious face. Dun Dun Dun. If you want to be in this then e-mail me w/ the usual profile crap at DarkRoom35@aol.com I'm not guaranteeing anything, first come first served and depending on your traits you will have different parts. I'm off and you can all force Sweets to update! Sli
OH and if you don't want to wear skirts then tell me.