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Post by mollie on Nov 14, 2006 15:14:08 GMT -5
Mollie looked around the pub, finsing that all seats were taken. She sighed and saw a table with just one boy at it. "Can I sit heah or are youse waitin fer someone?" She asked, putting her hand on the backs of one of the chairs.
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Post by spotconlon on Nov 14, 2006 17:24:36 GMT -5
Spot raised an eyebrow and clicked his cane onto the table. "Is not waitin' for anyone, but no ya cant sit here." He looked her up and down.
"You aren't from Brooklyn, are you?"
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Post by mollie on Nov 14, 2006 21:13:31 GMT -5
Mollie wrinkled her nose. "I'se aint from anywheres. I'se sleep everywhere.. I aint anyboydy's newsie." She said. She figured this boy was a newsie, just by the way he acted. "I'se aint a newsie, but I am a part time thief." She said, looking unhappy about not having anywhere to sit.
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Post by spotconlon on Nov 15, 2006 13:15:11 GMT -5
Spot snorted. "Did I ask for ya life story? No. I told ya ya can't sit here. I don't take kindly ta theives. Get outta my sight." His gaze was hard, miffed that someone yet again ruined his good mood.
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Post by mollie on Nov 15, 2006 15:16:30 GMT -5
Mollie frowned. "I said part time thief... Ise make an honest livin, too, youse know." She muttered. She looked around desperatly, not really knowing where to sit, and damn she wanted a drink.
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Post by spotconlon on Nov 15, 2006 22:40:41 GMT -5
Spot tapped his cane on the table again. "Are ya ears plugged up, or did I not say I didn't want ta hea ya life story?" He stood. "Now please leave my vicinty. Your face is ruinin' my day."
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Post by mollie on Nov 15, 2006 22:42:54 GMT -5
Mollie glared at him. "Me ears is just fine, but can I's at least take a chair so I's got somewhere to sit?" She asked, not wanting to start a fight. She would if she had to, but she didnt think it was necessary as of right now. All she wanted was a drink and a place to sit.
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Post by spotconlon on Nov 15, 2006 22:53:49 GMT -5
Spot rolled his eyes. "Dere are seats near the fire place and stools. My otha chair aint da only one in da house..or are ya blind as well?"
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Post by mollie on Nov 15, 2006 22:56:56 GMT -5
Mollie scowled at him a bit. She wasnt in the mood any more to argue, she just wanted one damn drink for christs sake! She grumbled something at him then left, without anything else to say to him.
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Post by salem on Dec 9, 2006 22:20:41 GMT -5
Salem had been reluctantly scrubbing a nearby table. Though she had been cursing under her breath the whole time, she had over heard the others' conversation.
Moving to the table next to the one the boy was seated at, she began cleaning again, loudly saying, "Well, that's the way to make friends. Shoo 'em away declaring there's no room, completely disregarding the open seats around you," she glanced over to him, "I'm either entertained or impressed. Your call."
What she found impressive about this was debatable, but it most likely had something to do with his snappy personality.
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Post by spotconlon on Dec 9, 2006 23:04:31 GMT -5
Spot snorted. "Be impressed." He raised an eyebrow. "...and I ain't heah ta make friends." He pointed at his empty glass. "Another." He put some money on the table, tapping his cane on the leg of his chair.
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Post by salem on Dec 9, 2006 23:19:53 GMT -5
Before sauntering off to get him another drink, she said, "Well, yes, that much is obvious." Leaving her cleaning rag on the table, she grabbed his glass and headed back to the bar.
Returning, she placed (well, roughly put down, rather) the boy's glass in front of him. She began to collect the money, then stopped, "Since you seem to be in such a pleasant mood," a nice coating of sarcasm on that phrase, "It's on the house." Which was her own way of saying, "Thanks for the amusement."
She headed toward the table she had been at before, and continued cleaning. Still talking to the boy, she asked, "You one of those newsies 'round here?" He was dressed similarly to others she had seen, so she could only suppose.
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Post by spotconlon on Dec 9, 2006 23:30:46 GMT -5
Spot smirked. "...poifect." He took a sip of the beer, leaning back a bit, hooking his thumbs in his suspenders. This barmaid wasn't annoying the hell out of him--good sign for her.
At her question, he shrugged. "...not just one. Brooklyn is my toif. I'm king here." He smirked and took another sip of his beer.
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Post by salem on Dec 9, 2006 23:44:50 GMT -5
Salem rolled her eyes. Talk about big egos. Nevertheless, she stopped scrubbing the table and gave him an over-exaggerated curtsy, "Pleased to meet you, your majesty." She had never been one to hold in a sarcastic remark when she felt one needed to be said.
Again returning to her work, she asked, "Might I inquire as to what your name is?" She raised her eyebrows, adding, "I haven't been around the area too long, and immediately learning everyone's name wasn't on the top of my to-do list."
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Post by spotconlon on Dec 10, 2006 0:00:47 GMT -5
Spot rolled his eyes. He was a bit amused, he would say that. "...you forgot ta kiss my cane." He held it out, a smirk on his face.
"Spot. Conlon." He watched her evenly. "Yours?" He took another big sip of his drink. "...so I know who to tell your boss ta fire." He chuckled.
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