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Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 1, 2006 21:23:50 GMT -5
Walking thorugh the door, Race halted, putting his hand on his chest dramatically. "Oh? I hope I ain't intrudin' on some sorta leadah business heah," he said, unable to hide his smirk.
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Post by spotconlon on May 1, 2006 21:25:39 GMT -5
Grins at Race. "Maybe you are, but we let Red sit in on it. So if ya buy as around of sarsparilla, we may just let you sit in to... I knows you gots plenty o money from bettin."
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 1, 2006 21:27:24 GMT -5
Behind Spot's back, Red held up the money for said round of Sarsparilla, and then deftly hid it out of sight, "Let him in, Spot. Ya know he aint heah ta talk to you anyway."
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 1, 2006 21:29:58 GMT -5
Race grinned at Red's comment (and money) and stepped around the Booklyn leader, taking a seat beside Red. "So Red, what exacly is it you're doin' these days that allows ya such a 'liberty' wit dough?"
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on May 1, 2006 21:30:57 GMT -5
"Im a dock worker." He murmurred, hands behind his head as he flipped the coin into Race's hand. "Plus, i have some left ovah from before." And he stopped there.
((FACTORY work...and sickness...hahaha))
(((uh, oops. I meant Red. hehehe, ooooopssss)
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Post by spotconlon on May 1, 2006 21:31:51 GMT -5
"Hes respectable now" he said disgustidly. " And dont go gettin a big head now and thinkin hes hea'h to talk to you...just cuz us respectable" He snorted
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 1, 2006 21:36:11 GMT -5
"Dat so?" he said, slapping the coin on the bar for another round. "So uh, how's about you bum me a couple hundred so I can get me that private box at Sheepshead huh?" he asked jokingly, taking one of the drinks.
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 1, 2006 21:37:00 GMT -5
"I would..." He raised an eyebrow, "But im savin dat up foah a ring." He said it slowly, taking a sip from Spot's drink, stealing it from his hand.
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 1, 2006 21:38:25 GMT -5
Race snorted into his drink and quickly wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "You're what?"
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Post by Prince on May 1, 2006 21:38:38 GMT -5
"Whoa, whoa, stop, and back up... whadaya mean a ring?" she asked. "Ya gotta goil? Dat... what's 'er name? ...Fancy... right?" she asked with a smile.
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 1, 2006 21:38:56 GMT -5
Red smirked, "I think you can heah, Racetrack. Very well in fact."
He glanced over at Prince and nodded. "Yup."
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Post by spotconlon on May 1, 2006 21:39:26 GMT -5
"Oh wow, stealin' me cup that I didn't even pay foa'h. Be my guest." Spot says irritably taking a sip of a new, untouched cup.
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 2, 2006 4:26:35 GMT -5
Red chuckled to himself as he took another sip, "Believe i will, thanks Spot." Turning his attention away from the irritable King of Brooklyn, Red looked over at the other two and grinned. "Yeah, so....Im savin up most of my money foah dat."
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Post by spotconlon on May 2, 2006 7:05:09 GMT -5
Rolls his eyes and starts absentmindedly twirling his cane. "You gunna marry the broad??"
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 2, 2006 8:26:04 GMT -5
He got a glare for dat one, "Dont call her dat, kid. And yeah, if you agrees, i am."
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(c)Red