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Chapter 4:
I spent most of the next week in that bar. It was a great place to make money and Jack decided as long as I had someone with me, I could keep going. I told him to stick it. He answered with "Fine, but you're still taking someone with you." I took Blink; he doesn't get in my way. I walked in and looked at the barkeep and rolled my eyes as I walked in.
"Had to bring the sitter along, did you, faery?" He asked me in the native tongue. I nodded my head and ordered a guiness. Blink looked at me.
"I didn't know you spoke another language. What was that?" He asked. I shrugged.
"Gaelic. I come from Ireland, boyo, that's what everyone speaks."
"Oh, okay. What did you say?" I looked at him.
"I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you." Blink swallowed and nodded his head. I looked at Aidan and winked. He smiled back and handed me a pint of Guinness. It was pretty slow until Snotty burst into the pub and told me that I had to come quick. I ran out with Blink close behind me. Snotty led us to the square where Jack was fighting an entire mob of scabs by himself.
"Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" I exclaimed before throwing myself into the chaos. I had managed to flatten six boys before Jack even noticed I was there. He opened his mouth, to yell at me I imagine, and I told him to shut up and fight.
Wishing I had a shalalie with me, I still managed to fight off my portion of the crowd. The scabs were running and I looked at the back of my hands to see them bloody and bruising. I shrugged and touched my eye gingerly. One surly overgrown leprechaun had managed to hit me, but I think I then knocked him out with a head butt. I turned to Jack. He was panting and he looked mad until he got a glance at my shiner. I think maybe then he was forgetting all his problems becuase he grabbed my chin with a face full of concern.
"Are you all right?" He asked.
"I've survived worse than this, Jackie boy, but I think I might be needing help tying up me hand," I answered glancing down at the painful appendages. He nodded with a slight smile and we walked back to the house.
As he finished bandaging my hands, being as gentle as a summer breeze across the Emerald Isles, he leaned down and kissed the battle wounds. I was slightly dazed from the blows to the head and enchanted by the fact that he was kissing my hand better and could to nothing but stare at him as he looked up at me. Someone walked into the room then and Jack stood up quickly.
Spot Collins stood just inside the door, his arms open in a boisterous greeting.
"Jack-be-nimble, Jack-be-quick, heard you had to take on a mob today."
"Well, not by myself. Lexus here helped me."
"Well now, that's a switch. Nice shiner, Lexus."
"I'm proud of it," I answered nodding my head.
"Jackie, she's an Irish broad?" Spot asked. This was the first time he had actually heard me speak.
"Born and raised, boyo, in Limmerick," I answered.
"Well then, good for you." I thought it odd that he was praising me for being from Ireland. Maybe it was for being brave enough to leave a country that I knew so well to a strange new land. I shrugged not wanting to pursue it any further.
"So, Spot, what brings you to this end of the city?" Jack asked.
"I just came to tell you that there's this big party going on next Saturday night. Dancing, eating, drinking, Newsies, it'll be the party of the year. It's in the old union hall, you know where that is." Jack nodded and shook hands with Spot before he left. Jack looked at me.
"Wanna go?" He asked.
"Not me, Jackie boy. I'm not getting dolled up for a party unless someone wins that bet." I walked out. It's certain that if I had waited just a little longer, I would've seen a slow smile creep across Jack's face as a plan started to formulate in his head. I was going to be in for one tough week.
Chapter 4:
I spent most of the next week in that bar. It was a great place to make money and Jack decided as long as I had someone with me, I could keep going. I told him to stick it. He answered with "Fine, but you're still taking someone with you." I took Blink; he doesn't get in my way. I walked in and looked at the barkeep and rolled my eyes as I walked in.
"Had to bring the sitter along, did you, faery?" He asked me in the native tongue. I nodded my head and ordered a guiness. Blink looked at me.
"I didn't know you spoke another language. What was that?" He asked. I shrugged.
"Gaelic. I come from Ireland, boyo, that's what everyone speaks."
"Oh, okay. What did you say?" I looked at him.
"I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you." Blink swallowed and nodded his head. I looked at Aidan and winked. He smiled back and handed me a pint of Guinness. It was pretty slow until Snotty burst into the pub and told me that I had to come quick. I ran out with Blink close behind me. Snotty led us to the square where Jack was fighting an entire mob of scabs by himself.
"Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" I exclaimed before throwing myself into the chaos. I had managed to flatten six boys before Jack even noticed I was there. He opened his mouth, to yell at me I imagine, and I told him to shut up and fight.
Wishing I had a shalalie with me, I still managed to fight off my portion of the crowd. The scabs were running and I looked at the back of my hands to see them bloody and bruising. I shrugged and touched my eye gingerly. One surly overgrown leprechaun had managed to hit me, but I think I then knocked him out with a head butt. I turned to Jack. He was panting and he looked mad until he got a glance at my shiner. I think maybe then he was forgetting all his problems becuase he grabbed my chin with a face full of concern.
"Are you all right?" He asked.
"I've survived worse than this, Jackie boy, but I think I might be needing help tying up me hand," I answered glancing down at the painful appendages. He nodded with a slight smile and we walked back to the house.
As he finished bandaging my hands, being as gentle as a summer breeze across the Emerald Isles, he leaned down and kissed the battle wounds. I was slightly dazed from the blows to the head and enchanted by the fact that he was kissing my hand better and could to nothing but stare at him as he looked up at me. Someone walked into the room then and Jack stood up quickly.
Spot Collins stood just inside the door, his arms open in a boisterous greeting.
"Jack-be-nimble, Jack-be-quick, heard you had to take on a mob today."
"Well, not by myself. Lexus here helped me."
"Well now, that's a switch. Nice shiner, Lexus."
"I'm proud of it," I answered nodding my head.
"Jackie, she's an Irish broad?" Spot asked. This was the first time he had actually heard me speak.
"Born and raised, boyo, in Limmerick," I answered.
"Well then, good for you." I thought it odd that he was praising me for being from Ireland. Maybe it was for being brave enough to leave a country that I knew so well to a strange new land. I shrugged not wanting to pursue it any further.
"So, Spot, what brings you to this end of the city?" Jack asked.
"I just came to tell you that there's this big party going on next Saturday night. Dancing, eating, drinking, Newsies, it'll be the party of the year. It's in the old union hall, you know where that is." Jack nodded and shook hands with Spot before he left. Jack looked at me.
"Wanna go?" He asked.
"Not me, Jackie boy. I'm not getting dolled up for a party unless someone wins that bet." I walked out. It's certain that if I had waited just a little longer, I would've seen a slow smile creep across Jack's face as a plan started to formulate in his head. I was going to be in for one tough week.