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Post by Administrator on Apr 23, 2006 11:54:36 GMT -5
Miss Medda Larkson! The Sweedish Meadowlark!
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Post by sparks on May 10, 2006 22:55:43 GMT -5
Making his way down the aisle, Sparks waved for Flanna to follow him. It was a busy night for the working class crowd. newsies, dock workers, factory men, they all came once or twice a weel to treat themselves to a night out. Medda neevr dissapointed, and put just as much if not more into these shows. Finding a few seats near the front, Sparks plopped down and waited for the show to begin.
"Don't fohget," he whispered to Flanna when she sat down, "Youse a fella tonight, so lay on the whoopin and hollerin real think when Medda comes out."
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Post by flanna on May 10, 2006 23:01:19 GMT -5
Flanna raised an eyebrow and whispered back. "I've been doing this for a while..I know how you silly boys act." She poked him playfully. Going back to her normal voice she let out a loud. "Come on! We want Medda!!" She laughed and said over to Sparks softly again. "See. I can do it. and thanks for paying. I'll make it up to you on the next round."
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Post by sparks on May 10, 2006 23:33:57 GMT -5
Sparks jokingly rubbed where Flanna poked him, making a pouty face at her.
"Hey watch it theah tough guy," he said laughing, "An' dun worry bout payin me back or makin it up ta me. If Ise didn't want to do it Ise wouldntve and if ISe didn't have the money Ise couldntve. Call it me makin it up ta you fo' walkin in on ya this aftehnoon when youse wasn't decent."
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Post by flanna on May 11, 2006 1:23:47 GMT -5
Flanna smirked. "Deal. Still...I'll take you to the one of the real irish pubs here in new york...show you how my people party, all on me." She leaned back and stretched a bit. "So..tomorrowz our first day of sellin papes. Thing it will be interesting or just plump boring?"
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Post by sparks on May 11, 2006 20:17:21 GMT -5
Sparks grinned, Flanna was a different sort of girl, she'd probably get along well with Flare, well, at least as well as anyone can get on with Flare.
"Should be a good day. Weatheh's spossed to be nice, bit cooleh than taday and Ise lookin' foward to that. Ise just hopin' that sellin' brings in as much money as me ol' jobs did. Ise was doin' purdy well fo' myself, betteh than most. Woist case, Ise can always get woik at anudder pub."
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Post by flanna on May 11, 2006 21:20:00 GMT -5
Flanna nodded. "Agreed. I might even try my hand at vaudeville if things don't work out...I definitely don't want to go back to pick-pocket'in." She thought for a moment. "But I bet with our manly good looks" She laughed as she said that "we will sell lots of paper. And I could sell rain to a man in a flood...so I think we will make off just great. I bet your sister will outsell us both though."
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Post by sparks on May 11, 2006 22:22:23 GMT -5
"But I bet with our manly good looks"
Sparks laughed as well, but quickly quieted as the lights began to dim, signally the start of the show. Medda came out in all her glory, and all Sparks could think was that she looked like one of the brothel madams.
"She lookin' a bit ol' to youse too? Ise seen women on the cohnah dat don't look much different. Ise have ta say, Ise seen bettah this aftehnoon alone," He said with a wink.
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Post by flanna on May 11, 2006 22:32:18 GMT -5
Flanna was glad the lights had dimmed otherwise Sparks would have seen the blush spread across her face. She smiled brightly and winked again. "I agree. I mean...about her looking old. Haha. I would say I've seen better this afternoon as well, but we already decided you wouldn't look fetchin' in a dress."
Flanna raised her voice and let out a hoot and something slighlty vulgar and settled back down again as Medda began to sing. "Well...at least her voice hasn't aged with her..."
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Post by sparks on May 11, 2006 22:55:09 GMT -5
Sparks laughed at Flanna's show, totally amused by the situation. She did have the male behavior down pretty pat.
"Yeas, Ise don't think Ise eveh seen that much pink befoah though. Next time wes see a show, I'll take ya out ta a Kitchen dance. They's always singin' an' dancin' out theah, an' theys a lot betteh than this."
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Post by flanna on May 11, 2006 22:59:21 GMT -5
Flanna nodded and she whispered. "Perhaps I can go as a girl..I haven't been to a dance in ages. I do a great jig and reel.." She smirked a bit. "Only as a lass of course. As a lad I'm all left feet."
Medda hit a bad note and she cringed. "Lawd...I take back what I said. The Wench is past her prime."
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Post by sparks on May 11, 2006 23:03:19 GMT -5
Sparks winced as well and chuckled lightly, the show might've been rough but the company was good so there was still a good time to be had.
"O' course you'll go as a goil. Ise can't be seen whisking a fella 'round the dancefloah. Me and Flare used to go all the time. It was the only night when the whole neighbohood seemed to relax and have fun. Youse can usually get a good, cheap meal too."
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Post by flanna on May 11, 2006 23:13:43 GMT -5
"That would be dandy. I haven't seen any cookin' places in the lodgin', but I can cook good meals out of near nuthin'. And give me a potato..." She laughed. "Aye. I may be a bit queer, but I'm traditional in other ways." She winked. "And I would love to see ye keep up with me on the dance floor. I look foward to it so...."
"Oy Medda! Come on..stop foolin around and show us what ya really got!" Flanna yelled out. There were cheers and she was hit in the back of a head with an empty bottle. "Haha...ow." She rubbed the back of her head. "I'm being a bit rowdy, ain't I?" She smirked.
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Post by sparks on May 11, 2006 23:37:03 GMT -5
Sparks raised his eyebrow at the girl and joked, "A potato eh? Youse really are Irish."
'Come on..stop foolin around and show us what ya really got!'
Sparks started laughing so hard, he nearly lost his breath, but when the bottle came flying out, he whipped his head around and looked for the guy who threw it. Remembering that Flanna was posing as Flan, he had to restrain himself from getting up and soaking the guy.
"Yea, just a bit rowdy I'd say. Youse might wanna calm down befoah theys start throwin' chairs," he said half joking, half wondering if he was ever going to be able to really treat her like a guy.
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Post by flanna on May 11, 2006 23:46:45 GMT -5
"A potato eh? Youse really are Irish."
Flanna poked him again, this time in the chest playfully. "Aye, with the temper to match...at least I'm not always sipping on the ole' vodka--which is made from potatoes I might add" She winked and used a joking tone. She definitely didn't want to upset the Russian boy.
"Yea, just a bit rowdy I'd say. Youse might wanna calm down befoah theys start throwin' chairs,"
Flanna winced. "I think I shall. I may have a bit of a lump on me head." She put an arm on Sparks' lightly and spoke softly. "I'll be alright. I may a lass, but if someone needs a good soaking, I can give it to 'em."
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