Mwahaha . . . my triumphant return! Ok, maybe not so triumphant, but timely
nonetheless. Here my next assignment to myself known as only as "Anyone".
Enjoy!
"I can get anyone to fall in love with me" When Blink makes a boast that the newsies take him up on, will a simple bet become a cruel joke?
Alexandria: What are you waiting for? Read the story! Go! Dutchy: Yeah, yer lookin' at an interestin' piece a' literature here. ____________________________________________________________________
Chapter One: You've got to be kidding
"Yeah? Well so's ya mudda!"
Blink leans back in his chair and observes the pointless and random argument that has sprung up between Dutchy and Jack. He smiles smugly to himself and continues to shuffle the cards that he, Spot, and Swifty are using for their game. Spot stands and strides over to the two, a smirk adorning his face. He places a hand on Jack's shoulder and steps between the feuding newsies, his back to Dutchy.
"Whaddya arguein' for? Ya mudda ain't da peach ya say she is, Jack. I would know!"
He ducks and Jack takes a swing at him. When he straightens back up Dutchy smiles down at Jack, who is now flat on his back. Spot laughs and throws an arm around Dutch.
"Takes after his mudda."
They return to the table, leaving Jack to pick himself off the floor. Spot sits and Dutchy turns a chair so he can sit and watch. After a moment, Swifty tosses his hand onto the table and sighs.
"Well, I'm out. Whaddabout you, Blink?"
Blink glances at his hand, thinks for a second, and throws it down as well.
"You win again Spot."
He stands and pulls a quarter out of his pocket, then hands it to Spot.
"I'm good at two things, but cards ain't one of 'em."
Dutchy laughs at this.
"What do ya think yer good at Blink? I can't even think of one thing ya might be halfway bad at!"
Blink frowns and sits back down. He leans back in his chair and puts his feet up in Swifty's lap, who takes the opportunity to knock him to the floor. Blink jumps back up and reaches over to cuff Swifty, but he is already on the other side of the table.
"It's quite obvious," he begins, puffing himself up big-headedly, "Papes and broads."
The four boys break into laughter. Blink, unfazed, continues.
"It's the god-honest truth. I can make anyone fall in love with me."
Spot stops laughing and considers this.
"Anyone? Ya think ya can get anyone to fall for ya?"
"Of course I can!"
Spot smiles mischievously and turns to his three companions.
"Stop laughin' and shuddup! I got me an idea."
Jack stops first, then nudges Swifty and Dutchy to silence.
"A bet."
Blink frowns.
"Bout what?"
"A bet. Ya say you can get anyone to fall in love wit ya, so do it. If you win, we sell yer papes for . . ."
Jack jumps up and cuts him off.
"A month, and if we wind, you sell our papes for a week."
Blink crosses his arms over his chest.
"I don't know -"
Swifty joins in now, too.
"It's a good deal, Blink." Blink sighs and turns to Dutchy.
"What do ya think Dutch?"
Dutchy stands and leans on Jack's shoulder. He glances at Spot and contemplates.
"I think . . . ya should take the bet, Blink."
"Ok. I accept yer bet."
Blink puts his hand out and spit-shakes with all four of the newsies. After this, Spot puts his hand on Blink's shoulder and leans in as if his next bit of information is confidential.
"Alright Blinky boy, next person that walks in the door is yer target. Ya gotta make 'em fall in love with ya."
"Fine. This'll be a piece of cake."
The boys sit back down at the table, and all but Dutchy start up a new game of poker. After a few minutes, the lodging house door opens. Blink glances up from his hand and his eyes widen. Spot looks up at Blink and smiles.
"Spot, I said-"
"Anyone."
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Who entered the boarder house? Will Blink keep to the bet? Review and guess!
Spot!Muse: he he.. I'm so evil.
"I can get anyone to fall in love with me" When Blink makes a boast that the newsies take him up on, will a simple bet become a cruel joke?
Alexandria: What are you waiting for? Read the story! Go! Dutchy: Yeah, yer lookin' at an interestin' piece a' literature here. ____________________________________________________________________
Chapter One: You've got to be kidding
"Yeah? Well so's ya mudda!"
Blink leans back in his chair and observes the pointless and random argument that has sprung up between Dutchy and Jack. He smiles smugly to himself and continues to shuffle the cards that he, Spot, and Swifty are using for their game. Spot stands and strides over to the two, a smirk adorning his face. He places a hand on Jack's shoulder and steps between the feuding newsies, his back to Dutchy.
"Whaddya arguein' for? Ya mudda ain't da peach ya say she is, Jack. I would know!"
He ducks and Jack takes a swing at him. When he straightens back up Dutchy smiles down at Jack, who is now flat on his back. Spot laughs and throws an arm around Dutch.
"Takes after his mudda."
They return to the table, leaving Jack to pick himself off the floor. Spot sits and Dutchy turns a chair so he can sit and watch. After a moment, Swifty tosses his hand onto the table and sighs.
"Well, I'm out. Whaddabout you, Blink?"
Blink glances at his hand, thinks for a second, and throws it down as well.
"You win again Spot."
He stands and pulls a quarter out of his pocket, then hands it to Spot.
"I'm good at two things, but cards ain't one of 'em."
Dutchy laughs at this.
"What do ya think yer good at Blink? I can't even think of one thing ya might be halfway bad at!"
Blink frowns and sits back down. He leans back in his chair and puts his feet up in Swifty's lap, who takes the opportunity to knock him to the floor. Blink jumps back up and reaches over to cuff Swifty, but he is already on the other side of the table.
"It's quite obvious," he begins, puffing himself up big-headedly, "Papes and broads."
The four boys break into laughter. Blink, unfazed, continues.
"It's the god-honest truth. I can make anyone fall in love with me."
Spot stops laughing and considers this.
"Anyone? Ya think ya can get anyone to fall for ya?"
"Of course I can!"
Spot smiles mischievously and turns to his three companions.
"Stop laughin' and shuddup! I got me an idea."
Jack stops first, then nudges Swifty and Dutchy to silence.
"A bet."
Blink frowns.
"Bout what?"
"A bet. Ya say you can get anyone to fall in love wit ya, so do it. If you win, we sell yer papes for . . ."
Jack jumps up and cuts him off.
"A month, and if we wind, you sell our papes for a week."
Blink crosses his arms over his chest.
"I don't know -"
Swifty joins in now, too.
"It's a good deal, Blink." Blink sighs and turns to Dutchy.
"What do ya think Dutch?"
Dutchy stands and leans on Jack's shoulder. He glances at Spot and contemplates.
"I think . . . ya should take the bet, Blink."
"Ok. I accept yer bet."
Blink puts his hand out and spit-shakes with all four of the newsies. After this, Spot puts his hand on Blink's shoulder and leans in as if his next bit of information is confidential.
"Alright Blinky boy, next person that walks in the door is yer target. Ya gotta make 'em fall in love with ya."
"Fine. This'll be a piece of cake."
The boys sit back down at the table, and all but Dutchy start up a new game of poker. After a few minutes, the lodging house door opens. Blink glances up from his hand and his eyes widen. Spot looks up at Blink and smiles.
"Spot, I said-"
"Anyone."
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Who entered the boarder house? Will Blink keep to the bet? Review and guess!
Spot!Muse: he he.. I'm so evil.