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All The Things She Said

Jack bit down on his Hamburger, ketchup dripped down his chin and landed on his shirt. He jumped up his Hamburger slipped out of his hands and landed with a 'splat' on Spot's face.
A loud curse could be heard from the Brooklyn newsie, he swung his fist at Jack, but only hit his ass.

"OH youse pervert!" Jack squealed in a fake high-voice. Spot, being blinded by the Hamburger, momentarily blushed, before realizing it was Jack who he had hit, his cheeks turned red from anger.

Anna and Raven who sat across them couldn't hold their laughter in, and eventually burst out with laughter. Raven nearly choked on her hotdog, watching her half-brother scream at Jack for his clumsiness.

Raven imitated Jack, "Oh youse pervert, you grabbed my ass!" Anna laughed at Raven's antics and played along.

"Like you even have one." She drawled in a low snobby voice. The two boys across them glared while the two girls and the rest of the newsies laughed.

Racetrack made a rude comment about the usual 'secret meetings' Jack and Spot had every year and wondered whether they were just more than meetings. At the end of his comment he wiggled his eyebrows for effect, he got his desired effect as all the newsies around him sniggered.

Jack hit Mush and Blink over the head, as Spot whacked Spider with his cane. Anna feeling very bored, sitting back in her chair looking at her plate of French fries, took a piece and scrunched it up and prepared to sling-shoot it at Spot's oh-so-desirable target of a head.

Pushing her chair back, she carefully aimed and let the elastic go. Unfortunately, she wasn't very good at sling-shooting anything and actually hit Specs.

Specs checked the back of his head with his hand and turned around. Anna tried to look innocent, but failed miserably. Specs made his way over and grabbed a hand-full of chips and stuffed it in Anna's face.

Lets say, tried, because he missed her mouth and stuffed her shirt.

Raven helped Anna remove all the greasy chips from her shirt and at time flicked it at Jack. Anna saw this and when she caught Raven's eye, she wiggled her eyebrows and winked. Raven, seeing Anna's indication blushed.

Spot, trying to look refined stood tall with his cane and looked down on them. How can he look down at them, you might say, well he was standing up on the table.

"God, it's so hawt." Raven commented. Anna looked up at Raven and helped her cool down. Not newsie style. She unbuttoned the bottom buttons of her shirt and tied the end of her shirt in a knot, showing the whole of her stomach.

The whole room suddenly became quiet. "What?" Anna said looking confused at everyone's staring. Anna could see Raven blush when she saw Jack. He was—drooling. What an odd sight to behold. "They match SO well." Anna thought smirking.

Raven did everything in a rush, unknotting and buttoning back her shirt. At last, when she put her shirt back in order, her face was red.

Spot's unnecessary comment broke the long silence, "My sister—I'se can't believe my-sister, actually looked like a—like a girl…" At the end, he was dazed.

"It wasn't my fault!" She said hitting him on the arm. "Now lets go sell some papes. I'm bored."

She stalked out of Libby's clutching a stack of papes, muttering something incoherent.

Anna chased after Raven, but Raven was really fast.

"Come on Raven," Anna shouted, "Mr. Oh-my-he's-so-hot was drooling at you!"

"And that's supposed to make me feel better?" Raven asked her, still walking away.

"Well…technically, yes." She grinned cheekily.

"Would you mind not talking about me as if I'm not there?" A voice said. The two stopped walking and turned their head.

Jack was leaning against one of the lampposts.

Raven almost died. Figuratively.

"Well hello ladies, Kelly, Jack Kelly, da better looking newsie in all'a New York."

"Is that your pick-up line?" Anna asked, "Because it sucks."

Jack put his hand up to his heart, "I'se feel so offended." Anna and Raven simultaneously rolled their eyes.

"So youse ladies wanna play Poka'?" Jack asked, tipping back his cowboy hat. The two agreed, seeing as they had nothing to do.

As the three made their way to the Manhattan Newsies's Lodging House, Anna was humming a tune. Not just a tune. But the tune for 'Carrying the Banner.'

"Hey," Jack interrupted her singing, "Where's you hear dat from?"

"Uhh—" She couldn't talk without giving away some unwanted information about herself. "Spot was singing it!"

Jack gave her an incredulous look before shrugging his shoulders.

Finally arriving, Jack was again greeted by the waiting newsies. Racetrack ushered them over, rubbing his hands together in what it seems to be, a menacing and greedy manner.

"Wow, people must really love poker or desperate for some money." Anna muttered under her breath.

The room was smoky and smells of alcohol filled it. Anna angered, grabbed the few cigars she could from the boy's mouths. "No smoking!" She suddenly coughed, and then started grabbing some of the Brooklyn newsies' cigars.

All the boys had protested, but after a deathly glare sent by Anna, they all shut up and dealt the cards. "I smell like cigars…" She complained. "I hate it when people smoke…" A little voice added, "So thankful Spot doesn't, eh?"

A loud roar sounded from the table, "You no good lousy cheata!" Race shouted at the boy.

"Not my problem dat youse suck at cards Racey-boiy." Spot said calmly, amusement evident in his voice.

"Mmmmm…" She hummed into his ear. Spot, surprised, knocked his own chair over and fell to the floor, extra cards coming out of his sleeves.

"See! See! Youse are da lousy cheata!" Race shouted, standing up pointing feverantly at Spot.

"Oh jus' shut up!" Spot shouted from the floor. Anna held a hand out and helped him up

"Hello newsies…" Came a cold drawl at the door of the Lodging House.