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Post by Administrator on Oct 18, 2008 17:41:56 GMT -5
Many tables spread around the floor for your dining pleasure.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on May 3, 2010 22:19:45 GMT -5
Telling Miranda Savario a year or so ago that she would not be wanting the life of a newsie and she would have told you to get out and die in a fire. But at that moment, the teen was thinking about things she had not ever thought about before. A family, kids, a life outside of the boroughs. She had a nine to five really and if she worked enough there was a chance that Marta would just give her the place when the old lady died. It made her smile actually, there was an apartment over the restaurant where she could live and she could cook.
She could cook at least. But at that moment the restaurant was empty and she was sweeping up, brushing her hair back from her face as she moved around the room. It was kind of nice not to be in the hot sun all the time, or the freezing cold.... she hadn't been a newsie since she was fifteen honestly but she still lived the life. But even that-- was getting old.
"Gonna have ta tell Spot eventually..." but that was like leaving the life her father had left in Sicily. The kind where you don't get out... you are there for life. A smirk crossed her face as she thought about it. One day Spot would lead more than just a rag tag group of thugs-- he'd lead thugs with guns. She could almost see it.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on May 3, 2010 22:31:33 GMT -5
Fighter knew the place was closed but she cared very little as she walked in. She had missed her friend and hadn't had the time to talk to her recently. Fight had spent most of her time in Manhattan and Lucky had been splitting her time between her job and River. Fighter wasn't stupid, even if she hadn't been around much she knew her friend was getting serious with the guy from the Bronx. Looking around she spotted her friend and a smirk graced her lips, "Having fun?"
She pretended not to have heard what her friend had been muttering as she walked in. She knew Lucky was too much like herself and wouldn't open up unless she wanted to. "Haven't seen you in awhile. Thought this was the best place to find you."
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on May 3, 2010 22:36:38 GMT -5
She smirked a bit as she swept, no one else other than Smalls would just walk in-- sans Spot but he never counted. She lifted her head and folded her arms, "Eh work is better than sellin. What brings you out Fight? You been gone more than I have..."
With a grunt she set the broom against the back of the counter and flipped a chair off of the table for both of them to sit down. Miranda folded her arms and leaned back in the chair giving Fight a once over. "What brings you?"
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