Spot's Milkshake
Chapter Seventeen: Failure
Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies, or the characters. I do own Brandie, and that's about it.
And so began my week with my old friends. I wasn't entirely sure what I was going to do, nor did I know how I as going to tell Frederick that I was busy all week. It didn't matter right now. What mattered was I still had the whole day without having to worry about Frederick.
Spot lead me out of his small room, and all the way back to the Manhattan lodging house. He politely kissed my hand, and held the door open for me.
"Dis is wheah I leave ya Missy Brandie." He told me, bowing lowly, tipping his hat to me. I laughed out loud, making him smirk. I didn't want him to leave, but accepted that there was no way to make him come back. I slowly walked into the lodging house, expecting it to be loud with talking, but I never expected what I saw or heard when I walked into the extra room Kloppman had built.
The boys were running around, some without their shirts on, others had their shirts tied around their necks like capes. It was almost a funny site, except for the fact that most of them were drunk. I saw Jack standing in the corner. He looked sober, so I quickly made my way across the havoc filled room.
"What's going on?" I asked him, having to raise my voice a little in order to be heard.
"Dey had demselves a drinkin' contest, ta see who could get drunk foist. It was close between Race and Kid Blink, not sure who dey decided won it. Now dey is jus' havin' a good time." I smiled slightly. I was a little funny watching grown men running around like idiots.
"Where's Brianna?" I asked, a little scared at first. He smirked.
"She's fine. Upstairs wit da younger boys. Well, younger compared ta us. Da ages ranged from 12-18. Once ya hit 19 ya move ova heah. But most of da boys leave once day turn 19. Why don't cha go git 'er." He told me. I nodded, walking back across the room at a hurried pace.
"Dollface, wheah ya goin'?" I heard a voice call to me, a hand gripping my shoulder. I turned, face to face with Racetrack. The boy I was supposed to help. I didn't say anything for awhile.
"I was going to go get Bri, but, can we talk?" I asked him, sure my girl could hold her own, besides, if she was like me, she would enjoy being around all of those boys.
"Sure." He told me, walking out of the lodging house, holding my hand. He sat on a bench right outside the lodging house. I sat next to him, a little uneasy. Spot hadn't really told me what his problems were. Only that he didn't gamble anymore, and wasn't allowed at the tracks. I didn't know how I was going to 'help' him. But maybe talking about it would help somewhat. I drew in a breath, and locked it inside my chest, thinking about how I was going to get him to let out his feelings. He was drunk, so maybe this wasn't the best time, but I really had to break the ice.
"So, how is number seven doing nowadays? "I asked, pretending I had no idea he had been banned from the track, or about him quitting gambling. He winced.
"She's doin' purdy good actually. Jus' saw 'er yesterday." He told me, producing a half smile. I could see the hint of sadness in his eyes. I smiled, pretending to believe him.
"That's good. Want to go to the tracks sometime this week?" I asked, wanting him to tell me the truth.
"Uh, not dis week. Booked really. How's about next week?" He frowned. I knew he knew I wouldn't be here next week.
"I won't be here. We are leaving for Europe." I told him. I detected sympathy in my own voice.
"Europe eh?" He asked, his speech a little slurred. I nodded, blushing. "Wha' da hell is in Europe?" He asked, looking quite upset.
"Nothing really. Just the sites. Freddie wants to see them. He loves to travel." I said, sighing.
"Ya don't like it?" He asked, taking hold of my hand. I shook my head.
"It's not that. I do like it. But, I really just want to settle down for awhile. He promises that we will someday. But I can't wait for 'someday.' It's been so long, and he still isn't satisfied. Now we're going out of the country!" I said, exasperated. He grinned.
"Goin' ta France?" He asked, smiling. "I heah da wine in France is superb." He told me, grinning widely.
"Yeah, France. That, and Italy, Germany, Ireland, England, Switzerland all over. We'll probably be over there a couple of years. Well, a year and a half. Freddie already as some big shot plan about him and Terra, my other daughter, staying over there with his cousin. He told me I could come back to America and buy a house and then wait for him and Terra to come home. And then, according to him, our traveling days would be over." I smiled, hoping it was all true.
"Wheah ya gonna live?" He asked. I stopped to think about this.
"Uh, well I don't know. Probably New Jersey or something. It's where we both grew up." I told him.
"Will ya come back an' visit us?" He asked quietly. I nodded slowly. This made him smile. "Promise ta bring me some of dat French wine?" He asked, smiling again. Again I nodded, but then came to my senses.
"Race, we've really got to talk." I started slowly, not exactly sure how I was going to say this.
"Bout what?" He asked, his speech still a little slurred.
"About you." I told him. His smile faded into a frown.
"Me?" He asked, a little bewildered. I could only nod. "Wha about me? What did I do now?" He asked, very upset. "Wha' did dey tell ya ta tell me? Dat I had betta clean me act up an' get a jump start on life?" He raged, a couple passerby's stared at him. I waved, reminding me of the days when I would do that just for fun, to spite people around me.
"They didn't tell me any of that. How is your life out of control? You obviously know it is!" I equaled his volume. "How do you know that anyone told me how you live now?" I asked him.
"Someone did! I know dey did. But why? I don't need help! Neva did." He fumed, standing up. He turned his back to me and walked away into the evening. I watched him go, noticing his stagger.
"Didn't go so well eh Milkie?" Spot stepped out from the shadows. I should have known he would be listening.
"Please don't call me that." I said politely. He nodded, taking my hand.
"I'm sorry. I put ya up ta an impossible challenge. We've all tried ta help him. It's impossible. I don't know why I thought ya would change anyt'ing. T'anks fer tryin' though." He smiled weakly.
"I want to see Sniff." I said bluntly. He stared at me, shocked.
"S-sniff? But why?" He asked me.
"I want to see him. You should be there anyways." I told him, turning to go get Brianna, ready to see my old friend in need.
a/n
Yep, very short. Please forgive me. I am very busy with my fics right now. Lot's going on right now. I am currently working on a new story, that I won't be posting until it is entirely finished, so that is my main priority at the moment. I think I will update my fics one more time, and then work on that story. I will be writing this one too.
Expect an update around September 27th at the latest. That is when I want to have this new story totally done by. I may update before then, but I'm not sure yet.
I do know how this story is going to end. I've known since I started the first chapter. Nothing has changed at all. Everything is going according to what I envisioned when I first started writing this chapter.
Please stick with the story, even if there are no updates in the month of August! Much love to you all!
Shoutouts:
BlackWiltedRose: Thank you soo much for your reviews! I love reading them. See, see, I got this chapter out! YAY! Yeah, it's short, but it's something huh? I'll try to hurry along with the next one, but I really want to get this new story finished. So far I've done a chapter a day..whew..much work. Anyways, hope you liked this one.
Vinnie Monfredo: Of course it's all for the story. Guess who gets to be in the next chapter? Yep, Smalls does! YAY! Besides, you've raise Emil for four years. Geez, isn't that good enough for you? HA! Just kidding. Hope you liked this chapter, kinda short, you'll get over it! Thankies for the last review!
Coin: Hope you are having fun in Ireland! Heh, I am Irish too! Hope you like this chapter, mucho fun! It is short, but hey, less reading for you ;)
Tiggie: Kill Freddy! MUHAWW! kills freddy there, I killed him. But that wasn't really him, you see, he has a decoy..damn..anyways, thanks for the review! Yes, I want Spot and Brandie together sighs We'll see what happens!
Clover6776: Glad you found me story! Yeah, their lives do suck right now. Hope you liked this chapter! Kinda short, but no big deal! Thankies for reviewing!
Until next chapter...
Chapter Seventeen: Failure
Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies, or the characters. I do own Brandie, and that's about it.
And so began my week with my old friends. I wasn't entirely sure what I was going to do, nor did I know how I as going to tell Frederick that I was busy all week. It didn't matter right now. What mattered was I still had the whole day without having to worry about Frederick.
Spot lead me out of his small room, and all the way back to the Manhattan lodging house. He politely kissed my hand, and held the door open for me.
"Dis is wheah I leave ya Missy Brandie." He told me, bowing lowly, tipping his hat to me. I laughed out loud, making him smirk. I didn't want him to leave, but accepted that there was no way to make him come back. I slowly walked into the lodging house, expecting it to be loud with talking, but I never expected what I saw or heard when I walked into the extra room Kloppman had built.
The boys were running around, some without their shirts on, others had their shirts tied around their necks like capes. It was almost a funny site, except for the fact that most of them were drunk. I saw Jack standing in the corner. He looked sober, so I quickly made my way across the havoc filled room.
"What's going on?" I asked him, having to raise my voice a little in order to be heard.
"Dey had demselves a drinkin' contest, ta see who could get drunk foist. It was close between Race and Kid Blink, not sure who dey decided won it. Now dey is jus' havin' a good time." I smiled slightly. I was a little funny watching grown men running around like idiots.
"Where's Brianna?" I asked, a little scared at first. He smirked.
"She's fine. Upstairs wit da younger boys. Well, younger compared ta us. Da ages ranged from 12-18. Once ya hit 19 ya move ova heah. But most of da boys leave once day turn 19. Why don't cha go git 'er." He told me. I nodded, walking back across the room at a hurried pace.
"Dollface, wheah ya goin'?" I heard a voice call to me, a hand gripping my shoulder. I turned, face to face with Racetrack. The boy I was supposed to help. I didn't say anything for awhile.
"I was going to go get Bri, but, can we talk?" I asked him, sure my girl could hold her own, besides, if she was like me, she would enjoy being around all of those boys.
"Sure." He told me, walking out of the lodging house, holding my hand. He sat on a bench right outside the lodging house. I sat next to him, a little uneasy. Spot hadn't really told me what his problems were. Only that he didn't gamble anymore, and wasn't allowed at the tracks. I didn't know how I was going to 'help' him. But maybe talking about it would help somewhat. I drew in a breath, and locked it inside my chest, thinking about how I was going to get him to let out his feelings. He was drunk, so maybe this wasn't the best time, but I really had to break the ice.
"So, how is number seven doing nowadays? "I asked, pretending I had no idea he had been banned from the track, or about him quitting gambling. He winced.
"She's doin' purdy good actually. Jus' saw 'er yesterday." He told me, producing a half smile. I could see the hint of sadness in his eyes. I smiled, pretending to believe him.
"That's good. Want to go to the tracks sometime this week?" I asked, wanting him to tell me the truth.
"Uh, not dis week. Booked really. How's about next week?" He frowned. I knew he knew I wouldn't be here next week.
"I won't be here. We are leaving for Europe." I told him. I detected sympathy in my own voice.
"Europe eh?" He asked, his speech a little slurred. I nodded, blushing. "Wha' da hell is in Europe?" He asked, looking quite upset.
"Nothing really. Just the sites. Freddie wants to see them. He loves to travel." I said, sighing.
"Ya don't like it?" He asked, taking hold of my hand. I shook my head.
"It's not that. I do like it. But, I really just want to settle down for awhile. He promises that we will someday. But I can't wait for 'someday.' It's been so long, and he still isn't satisfied. Now we're going out of the country!" I said, exasperated. He grinned.
"Goin' ta France?" He asked, smiling. "I heah da wine in France is superb." He told me, grinning widely.
"Yeah, France. That, and Italy, Germany, Ireland, England, Switzerland all over. We'll probably be over there a couple of years. Well, a year and a half. Freddie already as some big shot plan about him and Terra, my other daughter, staying over there with his cousin. He told me I could come back to America and buy a house and then wait for him and Terra to come home. And then, according to him, our traveling days would be over." I smiled, hoping it was all true.
"Wheah ya gonna live?" He asked. I stopped to think about this.
"Uh, well I don't know. Probably New Jersey or something. It's where we both grew up." I told him.
"Will ya come back an' visit us?" He asked quietly. I nodded slowly. This made him smile. "Promise ta bring me some of dat French wine?" He asked, smiling again. Again I nodded, but then came to my senses.
"Race, we've really got to talk." I started slowly, not exactly sure how I was going to say this.
"Bout what?" He asked, his speech still a little slurred.
"About you." I told him. His smile faded into a frown.
"Me?" He asked, a little bewildered. I could only nod. "Wha about me? What did I do now?" He asked, very upset. "Wha' did dey tell ya ta tell me? Dat I had betta clean me act up an' get a jump start on life?" He raged, a couple passerby's stared at him. I waved, reminding me of the days when I would do that just for fun, to spite people around me.
"They didn't tell me any of that. How is your life out of control? You obviously know it is!" I equaled his volume. "How do you know that anyone told me how you live now?" I asked him.
"Someone did! I know dey did. But why? I don't need help! Neva did." He fumed, standing up. He turned his back to me and walked away into the evening. I watched him go, noticing his stagger.
"Didn't go so well eh Milkie?" Spot stepped out from the shadows. I should have known he would be listening.
"Please don't call me that." I said politely. He nodded, taking my hand.
"I'm sorry. I put ya up ta an impossible challenge. We've all tried ta help him. It's impossible. I don't know why I thought ya would change anyt'ing. T'anks fer tryin' though." He smiled weakly.
"I want to see Sniff." I said bluntly. He stared at me, shocked.
"S-sniff? But why?" He asked me.
"I want to see him. You should be there anyways." I told him, turning to go get Brianna, ready to see my old friend in need.
a/n
Yep, very short. Please forgive me. I am very busy with my fics right now. Lot's going on right now. I am currently working on a new story, that I won't be posting until it is entirely finished, so that is my main priority at the moment. I think I will update my fics one more time, and then work on that story. I will be writing this one too.
Expect an update around September 27th at the latest. That is when I want to have this new story totally done by. I may update before then, but I'm not sure yet.
I do know how this story is going to end. I've known since I started the first chapter. Nothing has changed at all. Everything is going according to what I envisioned when I first started writing this chapter.
Please stick with the story, even if there are no updates in the month of August! Much love to you all!
Shoutouts:
BlackWiltedRose: Thank you soo much for your reviews! I love reading them. See, see, I got this chapter out! YAY! Yeah, it's short, but it's something huh? I'll try to hurry along with the next one, but I really want to get this new story finished. So far I've done a chapter a day..whew..much work. Anyways, hope you liked this one.
Vinnie Monfredo: Of course it's all for the story. Guess who gets to be in the next chapter? Yep, Smalls does! YAY! Besides, you've raise Emil for four years. Geez, isn't that good enough for you? HA! Just kidding. Hope you liked this chapter, kinda short, you'll get over it! Thankies for the last review!
Coin: Hope you are having fun in Ireland! Heh, I am Irish too! Hope you like this chapter, mucho fun! It is short, but hey, less reading for you ;)
Tiggie: Kill Freddy! MUHAWW! kills freddy there, I killed him. But that wasn't really him, you see, he has a decoy..damn..anyways, thanks for the review! Yes, I want Spot and Brandie together sighs We'll see what happens!
Clover6776: Glad you found me story! Yeah, their lives do suck right now. Hope you liked this chapter! Kinda short, but no big deal! Thankies for reviewing!
Until next chapter...