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Post by Smalls on Jan 5, 2007 18:55:57 GMT -5
Smalls gave a small nod as he pushed the glasses for a refill. "Atta boy!" She grinned as they were quickly refilled, the clear brown liquid that, not having a real name, was often just referred to as the McGinty Special.
She quickly downed hers as soon as it was filled, leaning back in her chair to watch him. Her head was already swimming just enough to make the idea of beating Skittery an actual possibility. She gave him a little wink as she waited -- it was a known fact among Brooklyn newsies that drunk Smalls tended to get a bit... amorous.
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Post by Skittery on Jan 7, 2007 18:25:06 GMT -5
Skittery raised an eyebrow curiously when she winked - not sure what exactly it was suppose to mean, if anything. Hell, maybe she had blinked and the alcohol was already toying with his eyesight. He stared at her for a moment as if waiting for an explanation or it to happen again then suddenly tossed the shot into his mouth.
He had smoked his cigarette down to it's butt and snubbed it out on the table chuckling a bit. "Jus' a night of vices ain't it?" He asked not looking for a response but maybe another cigarette...He smiled at her as he played with the butt.
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Post by Smalls on Jan 7, 2007 19:52:17 GMT -5
She smirked, responding silently by pulling out another cigarette and sliding it slowly across the table to him. "An' it's only jist begun huh?" She gave an impish grin before knocking back her next drink and tapping the table for a refill immediately after. "Now don' drink more 'en you can handle, aint much room back at da lodgin' house for drunken bums..." She paused, glancing down at the table as she spoke with an eyebrow raised. "O' course, you could always share my bed..." She gave a small laugh at what she had said, finding herself terribly amusing.
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Post by Skittery on Jan 7, 2007 21:39:40 GMT -5
Skittery choked on his next shot, some of the alcohol spraying out his nostrils. He dropped his glass on the table and grabbed at his now burning nose. After a small bout of coughing he looked back at her wide-eyed - so thats what she had meant! "Yer out to kill me ain't ya, woman?!" He snorted getting a bit sour from the alcohol and pain. He pulled the cigarette out from between her fingers and rubbed at his nose with his other hand. "Me? In your bed? Practically handin' Spot and his goons a loaded gun aimed at my forehead.." He made a gun with his hand and the coinciding sound effects. "Not drunk enough to get pounded...yet"
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Post by Smalls on Jan 7, 2007 22:08:27 GMT -5
Sliding her next drink in front of herself she gave him a coy smirk, peeking out from under the brim of her hat. "The night's still young then?" She let out another small laugh, leaning her head in her hand. "'Sides," she began, downing her shot mid-sentence, "s'not like Conlon would care anyway righ? Not like I belong ta anyone." She gave an empty laugh and after staring at her glass for a moment she shook the thoughts from her head, slamming it back near the edge for more. "Keep 'em comin'."
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Post by Skittery on Jan 8, 2007 0:33:48 GMT -5
Skittery narrowed his eyes at her and took his next shot without a problem this time. He put the cigarette in his mouth and found a match in his pocket. He focused on the tip of the cig and talked through the side of his mouth. "Noooo he wouldn't care if he found a lowly drunk Manhattaner spendin' the night with his sassy little counter part..." The alcohol made his sarcasm strong and his hand shaky- the burning match waved around in loops before finding the cigarette paper and ultimately the tips of Skittery's fingers. He rubbed his burned finger before taking his newly filled glass into the same hand. "Stop tryin' to get in me head, Smalls - it won't help you win" and he drank.
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Post by Smalls on Jan 8, 2007 0:44:46 GMT -5
She just watched him as he spoke, not listening her eyes often focused on his mouth and forgot his eyes. As he was talking she downed her next drink, sliding the empty glass to be filled without even looking at it. "Ya know," She said after a moment as she leaned in conspiratorially across the table, speaking in a loud drunk whisper. "You're cute when ya scared Skitts." A sly grin crept across her face as she continued to eye him, an unmistakable look in her eyes.
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Post by Skittery on Jan 8, 2007 1:22:24 GMT -5
Skittery leaned back wards trying to recover some of the personal space Small's had just robbed him of. His cigarette hung limply from his lip as he listened to her talk. There was a delay as what she said sunk into his head and he shifty uneasily, more because of her expression than anything. He couldn't think strait, her words and his reason conflicting, the room starting to spin a little.
Finally he tightened his face and leaned forward, throwing his face a few inches from her own. He plucked the cigarette from his mouth and exhaled, purposely making the stream of smoke and bad breath curl into her face. "You got it wrong half-pint, I ain't of anythin'" He smirked not moving (well..or as much as the alcohol in his blood allowed)
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Post by Smalls on Jan 8, 2007 1:41:54 GMT -5
Closing her eyes as the smoke blew around her she bit her lip and held back a small laugh, her blurred mind forgetting about the competition. Hearing what he said she matched his smirk, opening her eyes slowly and closing the distance between their faces to hardly an inch. "I don' buy it," she challenged, raising an eyebrow and keeping her close proximity. "Not foah one second."
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Post by Skittery on Jan 8, 2007 1:59:05 GMT -5
He didn't budge in spite of what his natural instinct was telling him to do. She had moved in close enough to where the brim of their hats were knocking together and he could basically taste the alcohol on her breath..or maybe it was his own. "Oh yeah?" He mirrored her raising his eyebrow, "Guess I gotta prove it. How do ya propose I doo that.." His voice had a bit of a slur to it suggesting that his body had digested the majority of the alcohol.
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Post by Smalls on Jan 8, 2007 2:07:34 GMT -5
Again her coy smirk returned as she remained unmoving before him. "Oh I dunno . . " She struggled to keep her eyes on his, though on more than one occasion she found herself gazing at his lips again. Her mind was swimming from her many cheap drinks and more than once she sort of swayed forward and bumped her hat against his forehead softly. "I'm shore you can think of somethin'. . .."
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Post by Skittery on Jan 8, 2007 2:24:02 GMT -5
Skittery let out a drunken laugh. He took one more deep drag and placed the smoldering cigarette on the table with the intention of returning to it in a moment. "Fine. You asked fer it.." he mumbled and stretched his neck to close the tiny gap separating them. His drunken sway caused him to miss at first, leaving a sloppy line of saliva on her chin before finding her lips for a real kiss. He didn't pull away, deciding that she'd have to do that just so there was less reasons for her to label him as 'scared', he was after all making a move on Smalls of all people.
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Post by spotconlon on Jan 8, 2007 9:16:24 GMT -5
A low growl could be heard, and small but strong hands grabbed Skits by the shoulders, dragging him out of the seat. "...You have two seconds to get your ass out of Brooklyn before I soak you within an inch of your life."
Spot had walked into the pub hoping to get a drink and came upon Smalls and some...hattan kid...kissing. He didn't think he had felt rage like this before. His voice was low, restrained, and deadly. It was taking all he had in him not to beat Skits right then and there. His eyes met Smalls, his eyes showing everything his voice didn't.
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Post by Smalls on Jan 8, 2007 12:03:37 GMT -5
Smalls grinned into the kiss -- she knew he'd give in eventually. As they were abruptly ripped apart she visibly jumped at the sound of a familiar voice. She felt a small laugh building in her as her clouded mind wasn't sure what to make of the situation. When she finally met Spot's gaze the stupid grin on her face faded and the small cock of her head indicated her confusion. "What?"
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Post by spotconlon on Jan 8, 2007 12:30:22 GMT -5
Smalls apparent cavalier attitude toward the whole situation infuriated him more. "Smalls--get your ass back to the lodging house now, and don't you leave! Never thought you would turn into fu-- into Fancy!" He knew she was drunk, but he didn't care. He wasn't being as rational as he normally would be towards another newsie. Hell, he even raised his voice, nearly yelling. He never did that, and he wasn't quite sure why he was so mad.
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