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Post by fancy on May 23, 2006 17:00:42 GMT -5
Fancy shrugged. "Some new kid... he just got outta the slamer or sumthin... he seemed awful proud of it to..." she looked at Flick seriously. "And no, Flick.. you wouldn't punch him, because if you haven't noticed i can do it myself... and i think Red would get more satisfaction out of it than you would..." she smiled shyly, like she did everytime someone brought up Red.
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Post by flick on May 23, 2006 17:04:20 GMT -5
"Slammeh? That can't be good, if he thinks he can get away wit threatenin' goils. I think dat I need ta have a talk wit him. Ya know where he is?" He looked at Fancy.
"Well, sometimes goils like ta make trouble foh no reason," laughed Flick. "And ya right about Red, but I might punch him once and den leave da rest ta Red."
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Post by fancy on May 23, 2006 17:09:55 GMT -5
Fancy giggled. "Maybe i'd let you get away with that..." she smiled at him. "Eh Sneaks? You know Brooklyn may not be the smartest place to be right now..." she gave him a sincere look. "I don' wan' ya tah get hurt or anything..." she was mocking him now and she was getting a kick out of it. Picking fights wasn't really like Fancy, but for some odd reason, she was craving the adrenaline rush. She briefly wondered if it was her hormones again, then shook the thought away, not wanting to dwell on the particualr topic at the moment....
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Post by sneaks on May 23, 2006 17:16:18 GMT -5
Sneaks shrugged. Fancy may have thought she was mocking him, but he wasn't. "Oh please. Like you give a flying f**k." He smirked. "However. I heard from Flare. And Rusty can't be allowed to be such an ass to girls." He stopped shuffling his cards. "Besides..I won't be hurt. I have to be back at the center to meet up with Ace again. We's got a date."
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Post by fancy on May 23, 2006 17:18:03 GMT -5
Fancy glared at him. "I'm tellin' ya now Sneaks, if you hoit my big brother, your dead..." she was being completly serious, after all Ace was her protector and all around best friend, other than Red, of course.
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Post by flick on May 23, 2006 17:25:22 GMT -5
As long as no one got hurt, Flick thought this was pretty funny. He'd make sure that no one got hurt except maybe Ace and Sneaks. But if anyone else ended up at their fight then Flick would be there. "Fancy stay out of dis fight, dey need ta woik dis out dem selfs. And now WHERE is dis Rusty kid at right now?" Flick was getting irritated that everyone was ignoring his question. He wanted to deal with the kid right away before he got any bright ideas about what he could get away with.
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Post by fancy on May 23, 2006 17:30:06 GMT -5
Fancy glared at him. "No... Ace is my best friend and i'm not gunna stand by and watch you break his nose again..." she stood up and went over to Sneaks. "Seriously boy... don't mess with my family." Fancy was shorter than Sneaks and obviously alot weaker, but that didn't bother her, she was protecting him and thats all that mattered. She glared at Sneaks, her threatening face back on. This would not end well if she had anything to do with it. Fancy was slowly getting herself deeper and deeper into the whole a fight and she wasn't backing down. She would fight this guy if she had to. "Flick?" she said with a quick glance behind her. "This ain't going over well..."
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Post by scrap on May 23, 2006 17:35:22 GMT -5
Scrap, who was sitting down a few stools from the group, was beyond furious. These kids weren't from Brooklyn! And the ones from the Bronx were wasting their time trying to get a Brooklyn guy when they're at war with other boroughs. He scoffed into his drink, just waiting for other Brooklyn boys to show up. He tipped his drink back and slammed it on the counter, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
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Post by fancy on May 23, 2006 17:40:50 GMT -5
Fancy's attention snapped away from Sneaks and to the boy sitting a few feet away. "And who are you?" she spat, not trying to be mean, but after all, someone had just threatened one of those so near and dear to her. Fancy glared at him, then turned back to Flick. "Help me out heah..." she gave him a stone cold look. This was bad, she had randomly come out of no where and now she was causing termoil. She should have felt that familiar twinge of regret but she didn't.
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Post by flick on May 23, 2006 17:41:13 GMT -5
"No it ain't," Flick was mad at Fancy, did she want to get into a fight. What was she thinking, she had a baby she needed to take care of. "Fancy, back off. I think i need ta take ya back to da..." Flick looked up as he heard a glass slam on the counter. "Whats your problem kid?"
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Post by scrap on May 23, 2006 17:44:46 GMT -5
He turned and looked at the boy, peering out from under the brim of his hat. "Oh nuthin'." was his simple reply. He wasn't stupid, he knew he couldn't take both of those guys.
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Post by flick on May 23, 2006 17:45:49 GMT -5
Flick raised his eyebrow, "Doesn't sound like nuthin'?" He was being mean and he knew it but he was upset with this Rusty boy and Fancy for trying to get into a fight.
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Post by fancy on May 23, 2006 18:50:27 GMT -5
"You ain't takin me anywhere..." she spat. "I'll leave when i want to..." Flick was frusterating her, he was trying to play super hero and she didn't like it. "And by the way... your bein' a hypocrite Flick... pickin' a fight wit dis young man ovah heah...." her accent came back to her when she got angry.
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Post by sneaks on May 23, 2006 18:56:29 GMT -5
Sneaks sat back and started shuffling his cards again, highly amused by the entire situation. That girl could huff and puff all day long, but he was bound by honor to soak Ace again, and damn it, he was going to do it even if he had to tie the girl up to incapacitate her.
"Why aren't we just having a lovely time.." He rolled his eyes and took another sip of his whiskey.
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Post by flick on May 23, 2006 18:59:52 GMT -5
"Yeah, but I ain't gonna do anythin' stupid. I know what I'm capable of and what I can't do. You on da other hand ya shouldn't have taken on Prince. From what I've hoid ya could have died. I've also heard other things, and if they are true den ya should be extra careful," Flick was yelling at Fancy, he hadn't meant to start yelling. But he felt responsible for her and she wasn't listening to reason. He took a deep breath, "I'm sorry I yelled at ya Fancy, just try ta listen ta reason."
Flick looked up at Sneaks, "Ya know I thought ya were ok but don't start bein' a smart-a**."
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