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Chapter Ten
How About A Swim
Rhythm stared at Jack and he pulled her to a table and sat her down.
"I's new I shouldn't have let youse out a me site." Jack said more to himself than to Rhythm. "What were youse doin?"
"I was ...uh...playing"
"Do you know who dat was?"
"No. Who?" Rhythm said like she didn't care.
"Dat was Knuckles O'Malley!!"
"Who?"
"Dat's da best fighter in New York!!"
"Oh then how come he didn't beat me?"
"Probably because youse a goil and guys don't hit goils, well most guys anyway."
At Jacks statement Rhythm was fuming, "So he didn't hit me because I's a GOIL?"
"Yeah. Now I's don't want youse to get into anymore trouble so be a good little goil." He said the last part with sarcasm. He patted her head and went off.
Rhythm got up and started walking to the dance floor when she heard a familiar voice talking about her. The voice belonged to Spot, how surprising!! "I's have `er right where I's want her, eatin out a me hand!" He said then there was a lot of laughter.
"That's it!!!" Rhythm said as she grabbed a pie and walked/ran towards were Spot was sitting with a group of guys. She stopped behind Spot everyone but him stopped laughing. She tapped Spot on the shoulder. He turned around and before he knew what happened a cheery pie was hurled at his face. Rhythm gave him a murderous glare and stormed away. She sat down at a table near the dance floor, but closer to the water, and after a while she started to dance to get her mind off of Spot.
By the end of the night Rhythm was dancing like you wouldn't believe and everyone was clapping at the end of every song. It was about one-thirty in the morning and Rhythm was the only one on the floor when it started to pour. Jack gathered up all of his newsies. "Listen everybody, we's stayin da night in Brooklyn so get inside da warehouse and find a place ta sleep". Spot came up to Jack and started talking. Rhythm was collecting her stuff when she felt hands on her back. There was a loud splash. Rhythm came up for air and saw Spot shaking with laughter. She climbed out of the water and lunged at him but was stopped by a pair of hands.
"He's lettin us stay heah, be nice!" Jack said as he let go of her.
"Yeah I's lettin youse stay heah so ya better be nice or...."
!!SPLASH!! Rhythm had flung Spot into the icy-cold water. She glared at him from the dock. Spot was about to say something when he was stopped by another loud splash: Jack came to the surface and was gasping for breath. He hadn't expected that.
Rhythm was now laughing at the looks on both of their faces. She turned to go back in, it was starting to get cold. But Jack grabbed her ankle and pulled her back into the water. This nonsense went on for about fifteen minutes, and then Spot said that he had to get to bed, so he left Jack and Rhythm to their childish games. About five minutes after Spot had left they both noticed that he was gone.
"I tink he said da he was tired," said Rhythm to Jack when he had asked her if she new. The faces were very close together when Jack realized that Rhythm was shivering.
"Youse cold?"
"No." Rhythm said through chattering teeth.
"Come on lets go in side before youse catch ammonia."
They both got out of the water, but instead of going inside Rhythm pushed jack into the water one last time and ran off inside.
Once jack had come in he pulled out a pair of pants and a shirt and handed then to Rhythm. Then he pointed out to a door.
Rhythm walked to the door and on it was scratched the letters B-A-T-R-0-M she knocked and went in.
She came out of the bathroom and walked over to Jack. He was lying down on a bed, with his shirt missing. Rhythm turned around and hung her wet clothes next to Jack's dripping shirt. She looked around but didn't see any open beds, so she walked over to the dresser. She found the drawer that had extra blankets in it and pulled one out. She was about to lie down when Jack spoke.
"It's must be so cold to sleep on da floor in dis temp. And especially when it rains. It's so cold and wet. He said this with his eyes still closed.
"No way in fuckin hell I'm sleepin on da floor!" She looked around and went up to a pile of old crates.
"A bed would be al lot more comfortable."
"Do youse see a free bed?" Jack moved over a little.
"Youse can bunk wit me tonoight if ya want."
"Fine!" Rhythm said exasperated, "Only if ya stop bothering me and let me get some sleep."
"Shoura (sure)."
Rhythm climbed in next to Jack and laid her head down on his bare chest. The rhythm of Jack's breathing made Rhythm slowly drift into a peaceful sleep.
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Chapter Ten
How About A Swim
Rhythm stared at Jack and he pulled her to a table and sat her down.
"I's new I shouldn't have let youse out a me site." Jack said more to himself than to Rhythm. "What were youse doin?"
"I was ...uh...playing"
"Do you know who dat was?"
"No. Who?" Rhythm said like she didn't care.
"Dat was Knuckles O'Malley!!"
"Who?"
"Dat's da best fighter in New York!!"
"Oh then how come he didn't beat me?"
"Probably because youse a goil and guys don't hit goils, well most guys anyway."
At Jacks statement Rhythm was fuming, "So he didn't hit me because I's a GOIL?"
"Yeah. Now I's don't want youse to get into anymore trouble so be a good little goil." He said the last part with sarcasm. He patted her head and went off.
Rhythm got up and started walking to the dance floor when she heard a familiar voice talking about her. The voice belonged to Spot, how surprising!! "I's have `er right where I's want her, eatin out a me hand!" He said then there was a lot of laughter.
"That's it!!!" Rhythm said as she grabbed a pie and walked/ran towards were Spot was sitting with a group of guys. She stopped behind Spot everyone but him stopped laughing. She tapped Spot on the shoulder. He turned around and before he knew what happened a cheery pie was hurled at his face. Rhythm gave him a murderous glare and stormed away. She sat down at a table near the dance floor, but closer to the water, and after a while she started to dance to get her mind off of Spot.
By the end of the night Rhythm was dancing like you wouldn't believe and everyone was clapping at the end of every song. It was about one-thirty in the morning and Rhythm was the only one on the floor when it started to pour. Jack gathered up all of his newsies. "Listen everybody, we's stayin da night in Brooklyn so get inside da warehouse and find a place ta sleep". Spot came up to Jack and started talking. Rhythm was collecting her stuff when she felt hands on her back. There was a loud splash. Rhythm came up for air and saw Spot shaking with laughter. She climbed out of the water and lunged at him but was stopped by a pair of hands.
"He's lettin us stay heah, be nice!" Jack said as he let go of her.
"Yeah I's lettin youse stay heah so ya better be nice or...."
!!SPLASH!! Rhythm had flung Spot into the icy-cold water. She glared at him from the dock. Spot was about to say something when he was stopped by another loud splash: Jack came to the surface and was gasping for breath. He hadn't expected that.
Rhythm was now laughing at the looks on both of their faces. She turned to go back in, it was starting to get cold. But Jack grabbed her ankle and pulled her back into the water. This nonsense went on for about fifteen minutes, and then Spot said that he had to get to bed, so he left Jack and Rhythm to their childish games. About five minutes after Spot had left they both noticed that he was gone.
"I tink he said da he was tired," said Rhythm to Jack when he had asked her if she new. The faces were very close together when Jack realized that Rhythm was shivering.
"Youse cold?"
"No." Rhythm said through chattering teeth.
"Come on lets go in side before youse catch ammonia."
They both got out of the water, but instead of going inside Rhythm pushed jack into the water one last time and ran off inside.
Once jack had come in he pulled out a pair of pants and a shirt and handed then to Rhythm. Then he pointed out to a door.
Rhythm walked to the door and on it was scratched the letters B-A-T-R-0-M she knocked and went in.
She came out of the bathroom and walked over to Jack. He was lying down on a bed, with his shirt missing. Rhythm turned around and hung her wet clothes next to Jack's dripping shirt. She looked around but didn't see any open beds, so she walked over to the dresser. She found the drawer that had extra blankets in it and pulled one out. She was about to lie down when Jack spoke.
"It's must be so cold to sleep on da floor in dis temp. And especially when it rains. It's so cold and wet. He said this with his eyes still closed.
"No way in fuckin hell I'm sleepin on da floor!" She looked around and went up to a pile of old crates.
"A bed would be al lot more comfortable."
"Do youse see a free bed?" Jack moved over a little.
"Youse can bunk wit me tonoight if ya want."
"Fine!" Rhythm said exasperated, "Only if ya stop bothering me and let me get some sleep."
"Shoura (sure)."
Rhythm climbed in next to Jack and laid her head down on his bare chest. The rhythm of Jack's breathing made Rhythm slowly drift into a peaceful sleep.
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