Chapter Six
"Syd," Racetrack grinned, practically inhaling the chips on the table. God he was demonic when it came to gambling, bloody fool looked possessed. "Welcome to heaven."
"Are you sure it ain't hell," I muttered to Piper who suppressed a laugh making me smile.
"Oi!" Spot yelled, quickly quieting the room of first and second commands.
"Aiight, Syd, so we got," Race started introductions, there were so many, I couldn't remember half of them but then he got to Spot and introduced his second, Metal, who winked at me. Jaws glared at him but I smacked him upside the head.
"Be good," I instructed him in a hushed tone.
"Tell him that," he grumbled as we sat. I rolled my eyes and turned my attention to the boys before me. Yes, they were all boys and they looked slightly startled to have a girl before them.
"Let's get the game started," Race almost whined.
"Jeez, Higgins, stop being such a girl," a boy laughed. I raised an eyebrow, folding my arms but he just shrugged me off. I looked at Piper but she rolled her eyes, shaking her head.
"Aiight, whose in?" Race asked, dealing out the cards, "Syd?"
"Uhm-."
"Funny joke Higgins, deal me in," the guy who called him a girl scoffed.
"Excuse me?" I growled, standing.
"You heard me girly," he smirked, but barely glanced up at me, "Girls don't play poker. It's a man's game."
"So then shouldn't you put the cards down before you hurt yourself?"
"Girl-."
"Becket, sit the hell down," Jaws growled, standing in front of me.
"Jaws!" I muttered in frustration.
"If you are done," Spot glared around the room, "we are actually playing a game."
"Dude, I'm leaving," I stated but pointed at Jaws, "Stay." I walked over to Piper who kissed Racetrack on the cheek and we headed back to Queens. New York Newsies . . . egotistical . . .
