Woo! Chapter Six!
Shoutouts!
Nosilla: What does IAL mean? Muahahaha...I love cliffies.
BoomerRang: How's that for a dramatic entrance?
mistymixwofl aka Perch: Haha. Whatever works.
Unknown-Dreams: Needless to say, I think we all would.
Charlie Bird: My bestest friend. Or one of 'em, anyway. I tease him about being gay because he's very effeminite.
Queen of Doom: I live for cliffies, baby!
Erin Go Bragh: YAY! Wouldn't that just be like, a dream come true?
Lil Irish QT: I'm touched.
Kid Blink's Dreamer: Man, I forgot about Bumlets! I loooove Bumlets! He is definitely next. You sure about Swifty though? I there an alternative? -thinks- Hmm...We'll see.
"What am I supposed to do with these?"
"Oggle them," I replied promptly. My best friend/neighbor, Kelly, was standing in my entryway, looking very unamused. Behind her, Kid Blink and Mush were holding hands and looking more than a little confused. I chuckled. "Kelly, meet Spot, Racetrack, Snitch, and Skittery," I introduced, with not a little smugness. Kelly raised her eyebrows, pretending like she wasn't surprised.
"So, they got you too?" she asked.
"Doubly so. I found Spot and Race at my grandma's house."
"Anybody else show up?" she asked, flopping into the recliner. I nodded, sitting on the armrest of the other chair.
"Jack and Davvy at Jenny's house, and Specs and Dutchy are at Strelow's. All of them en route," I replied. They should be here in about half an hour. So..." I glanced around at the newsies, sitting in my living room and I suppressed a grin, wondering if I was dreaming. "What shall we do in the meantime?" Kelly shot a look at Racetrack and gave him a somewhat wicked grin.
"Care for a game of Poker?"
"Tch," Skittery scoffed. "We don't play Poker with Race. He always wins." Racetrack chuckled, looking smug.
"I ain't afraid of him," Racetrack replied, pulling out a pack of cards. I pulled out a bag of crayons and divied them up between me, Spot, Race, and Kelly while she dealed. Kelly and I always play with crayons 'cause we're broke.
And so it began.
"Call," Kelly declared. Slowly, all four of us laid out our cards.
"Two pairs, king high," Race declared, laying out a pair of jacks and a pair of queens."
"Pair of aces, queen high," Spot said, with less enthusiasm.
"Three of a kind, ace high," I declared, mustering up as much smugness as Race had. We all looked at Kelly expectantly. Slowly, the suspension rising, Kelly revealed her hand.
CUE COLLECTIVE GASP
"Four of a kind," she said. "Ace high."
