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Post by jockey on May 10, 2006 15:20:23 GMT -5
Crossing her arms, Jockey gave him a odd look trying not to care. "Dat's nice. Bein' Irish must mean youse git into a lot of fights cause of yer temper huh?"
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 10, 2006 15:21:37 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow, "Not really. Why? You stereotype all Irish like dat?"
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Post by jockey on May 10, 2006 15:28:24 GMT -5
"No, only da one's I met...like Spot and some o' da jockies at the tracks. Sorry iffen dat offends ya." She shrugged slightly.
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 10, 2006 15:29:51 GMT -5
He gave her an odd look, "Just dont go insultin my so- Spot." He corrected himself almost immediately. It confused most new people when he called the Brooklyn leader his son.
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Post by jockey on May 10, 2006 15:39:42 GMT -5
"Right Chief. What's ta keep me from insultin' him? It's fun ta see him get all red in da face." She grinned mischievously.
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 10, 2006 15:40:31 GMT -5
He cracked his knuckles, "Dis is why." He smirked, "Only im allowed to insult da midget."
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Post by jockey on May 10, 2006 15:48:41 GMT -5
"Midget huh? What if I don't listen ta youse? Whatcha gonna do den?" She crossed her arms over her chest and smirked.
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 10, 2006 15:51:12 GMT -5
"Depends on how far you plan ta go." He said seriously, his eyes sharp. It was that Brooklyn look, that dont-mess-with-me look. "Spot is my son, and if you're insultin him, you're insultin me, and all a Brooklyn."
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Post by jockey on May 10, 2006 15:55:36 GMT -5
"Red, I don't insult da midget. I jist like ta get him flustered and den I beat him ta pulp. It's dat simple." She gave him the same don't-mess-with-me look he was giving her. "I ain't scared or noivious of you."
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 10, 2006 16:00:23 GMT -5
He stared at her, flat out stared.
And then he busted up laughing. "You? Beat up Spot Conlon?!" Having to hold himself up on the wall, he snickered, "God help me, you're insane."
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Post by jockey on May 10, 2006 16:06:26 GMT -5
"What? Youse don't believe me?" She was getting mad now. Really mad. She hated being thought little of because of her height and gender. "I could even beat you. I'm bettah den you tink."
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 10, 2006 16:09:00 GMT -5
Red stopped laughing and stared at her from under the top of his hat, "Look, i dont fight goils, its against my code." He just shook his head, "But i think ya thinkin too much a yourself."
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Post by jockey on May 10, 2006 16:14:18 GMT -5
"Whatever Red. What is he? Yer bruddah or sometin'?"
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 10, 2006 16:15:21 GMT -5
He snorted, "Aint my bruddah. He's my son."
Seriously, what did he have to do? Spell it out for her?
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Post by jockey on May 10, 2006 18:57:29 GMT -5
"Wait...are you sayin' dat Spot Conlon is youse kid? You aren't dat old are ya?" She was kind of getting worried about this guy. Did he expect her to fall for the fact that Spot was his kid? "Or does dat mean you taught him all he knows?"
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