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Post by spotconlon on May 2, 2006 14:41:27 GMT -5
Looked startled, Red had never had a problem with his language before. She must have really done a number on him. "Hey, I aint mean nuttin' by it. I ain't got a problem wit da bro... I mean Fancy, though I don't tink she cares for me much. And why do I gotta agree?"
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 2, 2006 14:52:21 GMT -5
He shrugged a bit, "Well, im pretty soah she'll agree, plus.... I trust your judgment, Kid."
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Post by spotconlon on May 2, 2006 14:53:34 GMT -5
Frowns.."Well, I ain't know her dat well, so I can't tell ya what I tink yet. But if you like her, and she makes ya happy....den go for it I guess. Whea'h would you two love boids live?"
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 2, 2006 14:55:28 GMT -5
He reached back in his pocket and flipped something in his hand, "My apartment."
((which i dont have yet, i dont think....))
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Post by spotconlon on May 2, 2006 14:57:05 GMT -5
"And yous is gunna continue workin' at the docks, and her, what about her?" He said sounding paniced. He was thinking that he was going to lose all contact with Red. All for a silly girl.
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 2, 2006 14:58:46 GMT -5
Red reached out and laid a hand on his shoulder, "Kid...Kid, da apartment is less than a two minute walk from the lodging house, and i aint gonna give up my job. Fancy is still a newsie after all, and who knows, i might come down and sell with you once and a while."
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Post by spotconlon on May 2, 2006 15:00:58 GMT -5
"And yous will still come play poker wit da guys? And come to da races? and by yourself..Don't get me wrong, I don't dislike the bro..Fancy, but sometimes is just guy time ya know?"
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 2, 2006 15:02:10 GMT -5
Shaking his head, Red laughed. "Spot...I aint gonna leave you. All right? I aint goin nowhere." He paused then, realizing that wasn't exactly true, but what could he say? In front of everyone...He was fine. Was supposed to be fine.
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Post by spotconlon on May 2, 2006 15:03:14 GMT -5
"Hmmmmm..." Spot takes along drink from his cup and concentraits on the glass, still not knowing how he felt about the situation.
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Post by Prince on May 2, 2006 18:41:45 GMT -5
Prince rolled her eyes at Spot. "Dat's great news, Red," she said with a nod. "Congratulations." Prince liked Fancy, and thought the two would be happy together. "Sould be interestin' ta see how dis all pans out," she said sarcaistically. In reality she wished them only the best.
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 2, 2006 19:55:22 GMT -5
Racetrack, at last speaking, grinned at his old friend. "Well congrats pal, dat's great news! . . . as long as she says yes dat is," he continued to mumble into his glass, "an' I don't know wny any goil in 'er right mind would agree ta marry da likes a you. . ."
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 2, 2006 20:03:14 GMT -5
"Probably because i have da money." He prodded the other with his elbow, laughing. "Dont worry bout it Race, we can always find you a nice man..."
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 2, 2006 20:07:11 GMT -5
Race sat up quickly. "Hey! I do just fine with da ladies an' you know it," he said indignantly. "The difference heah is, me," he gestured to himself with his thumb, "I don't have ta pay fa mine." He grinned smugly and took another swig from his glass.
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 2, 2006 20:09:01 GMT -5
Red grinned, "But i had Fancy ever since she saw me in da hospital-" He froze, his eyes widening when he realized what he had let slip.
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Post by Prince on May 2, 2006 20:14:09 GMT -5
Prince laughed. "Getcha self dat beat up?" she asked him. "Geeze, I nevah thought ya'd get so bad you'sed get hospitalized for fightin'!" she said. "What, dey stab yas or somethin'?" she asked folding her arms. "What was it dat got ya landed in da hospital?" she asked, and she wanted to hear this.
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(c)Red
