Drabble 12: Squeegee
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Disclaimer: Disney owns nearly everything I've ever obsessed over. This is no exception.
Challenge: Not actually a challenge, and not actually a drabble, either- it's 222 words. But it's still very short fiction, so rather than make a separate story for it, I'm grouping it here.
Notes: Written in honor of Aaron Lohr's casting as Steve in the movie version of RENT. As RENT and Newsies are basically my two favorite things in the world, learning of this fandom collision made me squee uncontrollably, resulting in this fic. I have no idea if he'll be playing the Squeegeeman as well as Steve in the movie. I also do not know if squeegees existed in 1899 (probably not). Forgive my poetic license.
Pairing: Blink/Mush

(Oh,also, I had to remove the Sprace songfic drabble from here, which is why the drabble numbers no longer add up. Apologies for that.)

Squeegee

By Angel of Harmony/Harmony/Jen

"Mush, what are you doing?" Blink asked, looking at his boyfriend with a combination of bewilderment and amusement. Mush had dropped his unsold papers on the sidewalk beside him and was hopping from foot to foot on the street corner, holding a water bucket in one hand and, in the other, a long stick with a wide rubber slab attached to the end. "And what is that thing?"

Mush turned around excitedly, beaming. "It's a betta way to make a nickel, Blink! All I gotta do is rub this squeegee over the windows of a coach to clean 'em, and the big shots in the carriage gotta pay me for it!"

Just then, a pair of horses pulled up beside the corner, and Mush set to work on the carriage behind them, eagerly wiping down the windows with the squeegee and the mucky water in his pail. But before he'd even gotten the chance to finish his work, the carriage abruptly took off again, splashing Mush's shoes with the mud his water drippings had made in the road.

Mush pouted. "Honest living!" he called, somewhat mournfully, as the carriage rolled away. Blink, unable to stand the pitiable sight of his boyfriend's disappointment, kissed him gently to wipe away the pout on his lips.

"How's about we goes back to selling papes, huh?"