Shout-Outs (First then I won't forget them this time)
Sage1899- Thanks for both of the reviews! I'm not a big slash person either, or I never used
to. I love the game I've never, even though I've only played it
once.without
alcohol. Well, I don't think the slash is going to get that
graphic, because
personally I still have a hard time writing it.
The Jack Loving Misfit- Of Course you should type up Drunken Confessions! Fanfiction.net needs more Race/Jack stories! Because hey, we have to create the new trend right? I'm starting to think that this is the most I've updated a story I
one week, and please update your fic Prayers and Promises.it's so
good. I love you!
Soaker- They thanks for the review, I hope you liked the second part.
STUPID STORY- I'm very sorry that I have offended you, I only have one question, if it
was so bad why did you continue reading it to the second chapter? I'd like you to
know that your flame had been used to burn the left over Newspapers from the
strike. Please don't bother to flame again.
Specsglasses- You're right, that person didn't have a right to flame me...or maybe they
did... I don't really care anymore though, because I requested a song on Show
Tune Saturday Night.and they played it! So, now I'm kinda wired.
The Cowboy and the Gambler
Chapter 3
"Good morning, Sunshine," Jack's voice pierced though Race's dreams to awaken him.
"Heya Jack, what's up?" Race said turning to look for his cigar.
"Well, not you . . . so come on get up! I'm takin' ya ta Tibby's fer Breakfast before we sell our papes." Jack grinned.
Race smiled, "That would be great!" He looked around the lodging house bedroom to see Mush sitting in the corner crying once more. "Do you think we can take Mush with us? I think he's kinda heartbroken about Blink."
Jack looked at Race for a moment, wondering if he should tell Race no, but then his eyes drifted to Mush, who didn't look like himself. Mush's eyes were concentrated on Blink's empty bunk, and they were filled with unshed tears. No matter how much Jack wanted to be alone with Race, he just couldn't bring himself to be selfish while Mush was crying like a baby over a broken heart. "Of course he can come with us . . . just don't try to comfort him like you comforted me after my break up."
Race smiled and kissed Jack quickly on the cheek, "Dang, but that's the only way I can get a boy . . ." Jack hit Race gently across the head. "Geez, Jack, I was only kidding, ya know I only have eyes fer you."
Jack smiled, "Come on, let's go invite Mush ta come."
Mush looked up to see Jack and Race narrowing into his position. He hastily wiped the tears from his eyes, and put on his best fake smile. Race stopped worrying about Mush for long enough to be grateful that Mush was horrible at playing poker, because if he could use this poker face, then he could beat anyone . . . well, besides him.
"Hey fellas how are ya?" Mush's voice squeaked as he tried to cover up the hurt in it once more.
"We're great, to bad ya can't say da same Mush." Race said placing a hand on Mush's shoulder.
"Why do ya say dat Race? Ise fine. See, Ise just not in bed 'cause I err . . . um . . . lost my glasses." Mush bluffed.
"Nice lie Mush, and it may have worked if say, Specs was to say it." Race said smiling.
"Why's dat, Race?" He asked.
"Gee, I don't know, maybe 'cause you don wear glasses." Jack said trying not to laugh.
Mush looked up at Jack, "But I do wear glasses, or I did . . . but I lost 'em when I was five.I left 'em at me parent's house when I was running away."
"Oh, so . . . um . . . why were you crying Mushee?" Jack asked, confused as to what got them on the subject of Mush having glasses.
"I wasn't crying." Mush bluffed.
"You like Blink don't ya, Mushee." Race asked.
"I . . . um . . . how could you tell?" Mush asked.
"It's kinda obvious, I'm sorry about last night." Race said looking at his feet.
"You know there plenty more fish in the sea ya know." Jack put in.
"I know . . . but dey ain't Blink." Mush pouted.
"Well, let's get going before it's too late, I mean, it will make you feel better to eat something Mushee." Jack said smiling.
"Okay, let's go." Mush walked out of the door.
"You're a good guy, ya know dat Jack . . . and I love you." Race grinned, as they walked out the door.
A/N: Wow, I had that chapter typed up for a LONG time. But now I have a problem . . . and my new muses (which I actually have now) went on strike . . . again, so I don't know who Blink should be with, because I mean Spot is so cool.and there is defenity something going on there, but I don't want to hurt Mush . . . so um. . .
Sage1899- Thanks for both of the reviews! I'm not a big slash person either, or I never used
to. I love the game I've never, even though I've only played it
once.without
alcohol. Well, I don't think the slash is going to get that
graphic, because
personally I still have a hard time writing it.
The Jack Loving Misfit- Of Course you should type up Drunken Confessions! Fanfiction.net needs more Race/Jack stories! Because hey, we have to create the new trend right? I'm starting to think that this is the most I've updated a story I
one week, and please update your fic Prayers and Promises.it's so
good. I love you!
Soaker- They thanks for the review, I hope you liked the second part.
STUPID STORY- I'm very sorry that I have offended you, I only have one question, if it
was so bad why did you continue reading it to the second chapter? I'd like you to
know that your flame had been used to burn the left over Newspapers from the
strike. Please don't bother to flame again.
Specsglasses- You're right, that person didn't have a right to flame me...or maybe they
did... I don't really care anymore though, because I requested a song on Show
Tune Saturday Night.and they played it! So, now I'm kinda wired.
The Cowboy and the Gambler
Chapter 3
"Good morning, Sunshine," Jack's voice pierced though Race's dreams to awaken him.
"Heya Jack, what's up?" Race said turning to look for his cigar.
"Well, not you . . . so come on get up! I'm takin' ya ta Tibby's fer Breakfast before we sell our papes." Jack grinned.
Race smiled, "That would be great!" He looked around the lodging house bedroom to see Mush sitting in the corner crying once more. "Do you think we can take Mush with us? I think he's kinda heartbroken about Blink."
Jack looked at Race for a moment, wondering if he should tell Race no, but then his eyes drifted to Mush, who didn't look like himself. Mush's eyes were concentrated on Blink's empty bunk, and they were filled with unshed tears. No matter how much Jack wanted to be alone with Race, he just couldn't bring himself to be selfish while Mush was crying like a baby over a broken heart. "Of course he can come with us . . . just don't try to comfort him like you comforted me after my break up."
Race smiled and kissed Jack quickly on the cheek, "Dang, but that's the only way I can get a boy . . ." Jack hit Race gently across the head. "Geez, Jack, I was only kidding, ya know I only have eyes fer you."
Jack smiled, "Come on, let's go invite Mush ta come."
Mush looked up to see Jack and Race narrowing into his position. He hastily wiped the tears from his eyes, and put on his best fake smile. Race stopped worrying about Mush for long enough to be grateful that Mush was horrible at playing poker, because if he could use this poker face, then he could beat anyone . . . well, besides him.
"Hey fellas how are ya?" Mush's voice squeaked as he tried to cover up the hurt in it once more.
"We're great, to bad ya can't say da same Mush." Race said placing a hand on Mush's shoulder.
"Why do ya say dat Race? Ise fine. See, Ise just not in bed 'cause I err . . . um . . . lost my glasses." Mush bluffed.
"Nice lie Mush, and it may have worked if say, Specs was to say it." Race said smiling.
"Why's dat, Race?" He asked.
"Gee, I don't know, maybe 'cause you don wear glasses." Jack said trying not to laugh.
Mush looked up at Jack, "But I do wear glasses, or I did . . . but I lost 'em when I was five.I left 'em at me parent's house when I was running away."
"Oh, so . . . um . . . why were you crying Mushee?" Jack asked, confused as to what got them on the subject of Mush having glasses.
"I wasn't crying." Mush bluffed.
"You like Blink don't ya, Mushee." Race asked.
"I . . . um . . . how could you tell?" Mush asked.
"It's kinda obvious, I'm sorry about last night." Race said looking at his feet.
"You know there plenty more fish in the sea ya know." Jack put in.
"I know . . . but dey ain't Blink." Mush pouted.
"Well, let's get going before it's too late, I mean, it will make you feel better to eat something Mushee." Jack said smiling.
"Okay, let's go." Mush walked out of the door.
"You're a good guy, ya know dat Jack . . . and I love you." Race grinned, as they walked out the door.
A/N: Wow, I had that chapter typed up for a LONG time. But now I have a problem . . . and my new muses (which I actually have now) went on strike . . . again, so I don't know who Blink should be with, because I mean Spot is so cool.and there is defenity something going on there, but I don't want to hurt Mush . . . so um. . .