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Post by Administrator on Apr 28, 2006 23:55:27 GMT -5
You may not be old enough to drink, but you can always drown your sorrows away with a good ol' sarsaparilla. Old Joe doesn't often give out whiskey to the youngsters.
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Post by spotconlon on Apr 30, 2006 0:31:03 GMT -5
*strolls in casually* Hiya Joe, hows buisness today?
*winks* can I get me a wiskey?
*Joe rolls his eyes, and gives him a cup of sarsaparilla and sends him away. Spot sits at a bar stool*
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Post by Collin Russiani on Apr 30, 2006 0:47:50 GMT -5
A hand reaches over and calmly takes the drink away. Red, reclining in another stool raises his eyebrows as he holds the cup with a smirk on his face. " Mornin, Kid."
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Post by spotconlon on Apr 30, 2006 0:50:28 GMT -5
*Frowns* It's too early in da mornin' foa'h you to be denyin me of a man's drink. Now give it back!
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Post by Collin Russiani on Apr 30, 2006 0:51:17 GMT -5
He waves it, "Oh? This drink?" He takes a sip, "Ya cant have it."
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Post by spotconlon on Apr 30, 2006 0:53:38 GMT -5
*Grunts loudly* Fine, you take it, but i ain't payin foa'h it den. Maybe yous forgets what its like to live off a newsie's salary.
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Post by Collin Russiani on Apr 30, 2006 0:54:39 GMT -5
Rolling his eyes, Red reached in his pocket and flipped a coin into the youth's hand. "Try livin off a dock workers. Heah, get yourself something ta eat before a strong wind takes you away wit it."
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Post by Prince on Apr 30, 2006 1:35:51 GMT -5
Prince, a girl newsie, pretending to be a boy walked in. Her hair was in her hat, and since there were adults around she'd keep up the charade. She'd been around a bit when Red was a newsie, she'd known him a little, but since she'd been from Queens she recognized him, but didn't know him as well as the newsie who came before her, Avalanche did, but she knew him. She took a seat next to Spot, for him she knew. "Heya Spot," she said in a deeper voice. "Hey... is dat... Red?" she said looking at Red with a small smile. "Heya Red. Didn't think I'd see youse again," she said, still in a deep voice, but these two both knew her secret about really being a girl, but they, like th rest, didn't know why.
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Post by spotconlon on Apr 30, 2006 17:20:26 GMT -5
Hiya Prince. What you doin in dese neck of da woods? *takes advantage of Red being distracted and swipes his cup back but happily sticks the coin in his trouser pockets*
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Post by Prince on Apr 30, 2006 17:30:25 GMT -5
"Gettin' some air, goin' for a walk... long walk. Mostly just bored outta my mind, and thought I'd come pay my favorite Brooklyn newsie a visit. Gotta problem wit' dat?" she said with a smile. "Oh... Red... what cha drinkin'?" she asked noticing that Spot had taken Red's glass.
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Post by spotconlon on Apr 30, 2006 17:44:04 GMT -5
Ah, Me, you favorite? Ah, shucks. I always knew dea'h was a reason I liked ya. Even though youse is a goil tryin to run Queens an' all. *says teasinly to Prince*
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Post by Prince on Apr 30, 2006 17:51:17 GMT -5
"Tryin' ta run Queens? Uh-uh, I'm doin' a good job," she said leaning on the counter. "Ain't had no complaints yet. Sasparilla," she said to the bartend, asking him for a drink. When he went to get it, she got the money for it out of her pocket.
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Post by spotconlon on Apr 30, 2006 19:26:10 GMT -5
*slaps Prince on the back in a very macho guy matter*
Oh I know you do alright. In fact I frequently forgets you is a goil. And dat, my friend, is a compliment.
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 1, 2006 4:46:31 GMT -5
Red snorted and leaned back, pulling his hat down to hide his eyes. "Shoa midget, soah." He mumbled with a grin.
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Post by Prince on May 1, 2006 11:24:14 GMT -5
Prince took the compliment as such, but laughed as she sat down the money, and Joe sat down the drink. Nothin' seems to change... "Thank ya sir," she said with a smile, and took a drink. "Where ya been at anyway, Red?" she asked him.
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(c)Red