Train Yards -- Platform

[Banshee O'Hara]

Between the headline he had…borrowed… from the girl, and a few clever improvements of his own, Banshee was down to the last twenty papes from the hundred he had begun his day with. Feeling a bit more satisfied with how the day was progressing, he debated on whether to try and finish off the last of the lot here, or sell of the remaining few on his way back to McGinty’s. Watching the crowd as he debated, he heard the approaching footsteps a few seconds before he felt the tap on his arm, and rolled his eyes a little, having a pretty good idea who it was.

Sure enough, he glanced down to find the girl was back and looking up at him with a tiny smile. Cocking his eyebrow, he stared down at her, noticing she had sold a decent amount of her papes and wondering what in the hell she could possibly want now. His brow raised further at her words and he glanced at her outstretched hand. No doubt the lass wanted to give him money, and Banshee was of half a mind to take it despite his earlier decision to call it even with the headline until he looked back at her face. She looked so bloody sincere, and though Banshee knew that eventually she would have to learn that nine times out of ten, sincerity equaled getting taken advantage of, he for damned sure didn’t want to be the one to teach her that lesson today. Giving her an almost kind smile, he shook his head. “Sure, ya don’t owe me nothin’ for that, love….” He shrugged, almost uncomfortable, as she continued to stare up at him with her hand still outstretched. “Really… It wasn’t nothin’ ya wouldn’t o’ picked up on your own eventually, an’ besides, didn’t I just sell most o’ my papes with your headline?” So it was an outright lie, as he had sold a fair bit, but nowhere near all on that one, but if it got her to keep her money… “I’d say that makes us even, yeah?”

[Mitzi]

Mitzi blinked a few times and withdrew her hand smiling softly. She nodded in agreement, she supposed that was fair. "Well.... then," she said quietly. "Thank you again I guess," she said trying to keep her speech fluid and less ridged. It required some thought to do that, but she was sure she could get the hang of it, the more she did it. She put the money in her pocket with the rest and nodded to him. This guy wasn't so bad as he pretended to be, she had to admit. He was sort of neat, she thought, and rather nice, so long as he wasn't leaning against lamp posts with a look on his face that made it seem as though he was threatening your life.

"Have a good day," she said nodding to him and took a couple of steps backwards. She wasn't expecting him to say anything else, but if he wanted to, she was going to let him.

She then turned into the crowed and moved towards pulling out another paper. She needed to find something else that would sell headlines, and she thought she could find a new place to sell. After all, it had occurred to her that people don't like being lied to, and if they found out she'd lied perhaps they wouldn't be pleased, and she would rather not find out, so she was going to go elsewhere for a while.

[Banshee O'Hara]

Banshee was glad to see the lass put her money away, especially since the way she blinked up at him had him afraid she wouldn’t be deterred. She was a little odd, but seemed like a decent kid for all that and he gave her a smile that, while not overly warm, was at least sincere as he shook his head. “No need t’ keep thankin’ me… I told ya, I didn’t tell ya nothin’ that ya wouldn’t o’ learned on yer own,” he said as he watched her take a couple steps back.

She hesitated, and it almost looked as if she were waiting for him to say something. Though he really didn’t feel he had anything more to add to the conversation, the sincere look was still on her face and he sighed. “Maybe ye’ll see me around, aye?” he asked with a little wink and a grin. She wasn’t too bad, and Banshee had definately wasted time with worse than her in the past. Though he certainly wasn’t going to be looking for her, he didn’t see a reason to completely ignore her either, if she ran into him again.

Turning when she did, Banshee wove through the crowd, that cheery tune back on his lips as he headed towards the exit of the train station. He decided to sell on the way back, as his mind was suddenly intent on a cold pint, and the warm lass that was ever happy to serve it.