| As Quipster and the boys were making their plans there was a knock on the door. "Jest a minute!" Molly called. Then, quieting her voice, she said, "Hurry, get in da othah room! Dat might be da goils an’ we don’t want dem ta know I’se involved!" Jack, Spot, Gloves, Maker, Cards and Patrick all scrambled into the other room as quietly as they could. Quipster waited until the door was shut before opening the front door. "Tunes? What’re ya doin’ heah?" Quipster asked. "Wheah are all da othah goils?" "I dunno wheah dey are an’ I don’t care. I gotta talk ta ya ‘bout somethin’," Tunes said, pushing past Quipster and entering the room. "What about?" Quipster asked. "Can I tell ya dis wid out ya tellin’ anyone else? ‘Specially not da othah goils." "I won’t tell anyone, I promise. What’s da problem?" "Well, ya know how some a da goisl were angry dat ya stopped da fight?" Tunes began. "Yeah…what ‘bout it?" "I’m glad dat ya did. I jest…well, I thought dat I wanted dis plan but I don’t. I mean, Markah, he’s real nice an’ I feel really bad fer trickin’ him da way I did. Like, I can seriously not think ‘bout me life bein’ near as good wid out him bein’ in it," Tunes told her. "I see…go on…" Quipster said, pulling out a piece of paper and writing on it. Tunes looked at her oddly but continued. "I don’t want ta tell da rest a da goils ‘cuase dey’ll jest think I’se goin’ soft an’ all but I knew ya would undah stand aftah ya stopped dem from killin’ Spot." "I do undahstand," Quipster said, handing her the note. "It jest don’t seem nice or fair ta play wid dem like dat, does it?" Tunes scribbled something quickly on the paper and gave it back to Quipster. "Nah, don’t seem fair at all an’ I jest wondah if der’s any chane dat Markah would fergive me fer soemthin’ like dis." Quipster read the paper and started laughing. "Hey boys? Ya can come out now!" Tunes joined in laughing. There was a pause before the door opened and the leaders emerged. "What’s goin’ on?" Spot asked, confused. Quipster shoved the paper into his hand. "Read dis," she told him, laughing. Spot took the paper and read it. It said: You know they are here, don’t you? Did you come to apologize to Marker? Yeah, I saw you leave with them and figured that you’d come here. I was hoping that he wouldn’t hate me forever… Spot smirked and passed the note around. "So…Tunes…how bad are ya feelin’?" Quipster asked. "Really bad," Tunes assured her, looking straight at Marker. "Bad ‘nough ta say…help da boys get revenge?" Quipster suggested. "I’d do pretty much anythin’ ta make things bettah," Tunes agreed. "Good ta know," Quipster said, smiling. Then, noticing Marker and Tunes staring at each other unsurely said, "Umm…if you’se two got some stuff ta figuah out ya can go in me room an’ talk." "Would dat be all right wid you, Markah?" Tunes asked, uncertain. "No," Marker said, firmly. "Ya got anythin’ ta tell me den go ahead. I’se listenin’." Tunes looked at the other people in the room that were all watching her expectantly. She sighed and started. "Look, Markah, I know ya prolly don’t wanna see me right now. An’ I undahstand dat…well not really since no one’s actually done anythin’ like dis ta me, but ya know what I mean. An’ I guess dat I don’t expect ya ta fergive me or anythin’ but I want ya ta know a couple a things. First a all, we had dis plan befoah I even know ya an’ second, I really did care ‘bout ya it wasn’t all jest an act." Marker looked almost disgusted. "I can not believe dat ya dot da gall ta come heah an’ talk ta me aftah what you did an’ now I don’t even get da satisfaction of revenge! Let me tell you a couple a things now. Foist, yer one a da six biggest whores I’se evah hoid a an’ second I ain’t nevah gunna fergive ya." Tunes winced an little at the words. "Seven," Spot corrected. "What?" Marker asked, a little annoyed. "Seven whores," Spot said, as if explaining everything. "Tunes an’ her fucked up friends. Dat’s six," Marker told him. "Yer fergettin’ Quipstah," Spot reminded him. "I didn’t ferget her I jest don’t count her wid da rest," Marker said. "Why not? She even helped dem, didn't ya Quip?" Spot asked. "What?" Quipster asked, a little nervous. "I really don’t give dat boy da credit he desoives!" she thought silently. "I was jest thinkin’ back an’ somethin’ jest don’t feel right. Why did ya all da sudden change yer mind an’ decide ya wanted ta sleep wid me?" he asked. All the boys in the room stared at Quipster, surprised. All of them at some point had jokes about her being a whore and both Cards and Jack had always said it was only a matter of time before they got together but no one really expected the comment. "I explained dat ta ya. I was lonely an’ you were willin," Quipster said, looking very uncomfortable. "I know dat’s what ya said…but yer lyin’. Ya ain’t nevah been a good liar," Spot reminded her. Quipster glared coldly. "If you find it so hard ta believe I watned ta sleep wid you again jest cause I like ya an’ it’s fun den why don’t you tell me what happened?" Quipster challenged. Spot, ignoing Cards, who’s mouth had dropped open after Quipster had said ‘again’, said, "I don’t know. It’s fishy dat one night yer turnin’ me down an’ da next day yer searchin’ me out. An’ even fishiah dat once we get started ya kept stallin’ an’ den Bittah walks in an’ ya suddenly don’t want nothin’ ta do wid me." "Yer jest angry ‘cuase ya got turned down," Quipster decided. "Jest tell da fuckin’ truth!" Spot exclaimed, exasperated. Quipster rolled her eyes. "Fine! Gawd, I was helpin’ Bittah out. She was feelin’ bad ‘bout ya bein’ mean ta her so I told her what we did an’ she asked me ta help her out." Everyone looked even more shocked, except for Tunes who had already heard all this. "Ya fuckin’ whore!" Spot yelled at her. "Oh shut up. I was nevah gunna really do anythin’ wid ya. A little kissin’, losin’ some a yer clothes, nothin’ da big." Spot looked to be wavering between hurt and anger. "C’mon Spot. Don’t be mad. I jest felt bad dat Bittah was gettin’ yelled at so much an’ Soul was gettin’ soaked when we’d done da exact same thing. Contrary ta…well…everyone’s belief….I do feel guilt once in awhile." Spot glared at her. "It ain’t so much why ya did it dat pisses me off it’s…" "Dat ya didn’t finish da job!" Cards finished, drawing a laugh from everyone, except Spot who glared at him. "No, it’s dat I thought you an’ me could be honest wid each othah. No bull shit. An’ den ya go an’ play games," Spot continued. "Aww…ain’t dat sweet," Marker said, condescendingly. "Conlon wants ta have a honest relationship. News flash, Spot, der ain’t no such thing as an honest goil." "Dat’s harsh. I’d say ya got a fairly honest one right der, Markah. Yer jest too stubbern ta fergive her," Quipster pointed out. "Sides, I usually am honest wid Spot…dis is da foist time I’se evah told a big lie…" "Boys…an’ goils…can we jest finish da plan? It’s gettin’ late," Jack interrupted. "Am I gunna help?" Tunes asked, first looking at Marker then to Quipster. "We could use ya…it’s up ta da boys, doh," Quipster said. Tunes looked at Marker again, knowing he would be the only one to protest. "I got one qustion fer you," he said. "What were ya thinkin’ when we were sleepin’ tageddah? Were ya even thinkin’ ‘bout me or were ya jest thinkin’ ‘bout yer damn plan?" Tunes looked at the floor. "Well…I woulda been thinkin’ ‘bout you…" "What da hell is dat supposed ta mean?" Marker questioned. "It means we nevah had sex. Da night yer thinkin’ ‘bout…I had da bar tendah give ya some strong stuff so ya wouldn’t remembah what happened den at da Lodgin’ House I jest took off our clothes so dat ya thought we did…" All the boys were stunned. They had grossly underestimated these girls. Marker looked like he was going to be sick. "Dis whole week…it’s jest one fuckin’ lie! I don’t even know who ya are!" he exclaimed. "Umm…is she in or not?" Quipster asked, too tried and impatient to care about tact. Marker, who was in utter shock, just shrugged to signify that he didn’t care one way or the other. The other boys all agreed to let her in and Quipster began formulating ways to fit Tunes into the plan. The group discussed the plan until very late. "Guys do ya juest wanna stay heah tanight?" Quipster asked, noting the late hour. "I dunno…" Gloves said, looking around. "Maybe we should jest go home," Jack told her. "Suit yerself. Jest tryin’ ta be nice. You boys could sleep out here an’ Tunes an’ I can jest sleep in da othah room. But if ya want ta walk all da way back ta yer lodgin’ houses den go aheahd." Quipster stood up and started to walk toward her room. The boys all looked at each other waiting for someone to set a precedent. "I’m gunna stay heah, if dat’s all right," Spot said, finally. The other boys soon agreed to stay there and everyone went laid down and went to sleep dreaming of revenge…except Quipster and Tunes. Quipster crept over to the door and listened in. Satisfied when she didn’t hear any noise she quietly walked over and nudged Tunes. "Dey’e asleep,I think. We jest gotta be quiet." "All right. Do ya think dey bought it?" Tunes asked. Quipster grinned and nodded. "It’s great dat everyone is so fuckin’ gullible. We jest gotta make shoah we don’t make any slip ups or anythin’." Tunes smirked. "Ya mean we don’t want dem all tak know dat we’se been settin’ dis up since we found out Bittah was cheatin’ on Spot?" she asked in fake shock. "Gee…I dunno…do ya think dey’d mind?" Quipster played along. Tunes laughed. Then, after a couple moments asked, "Do ya think dat Markah’ll fergive me?" "It doesn’t mattah one way or anothah," Quipster pointed out, thinking of their plan. "What if it does?" Tunes asked. Quipster looked confused for a moment before she finally caught on. "You like him don’t ya!? Ya fell fer him!" Tunes blushed unnoticed, being that it was dar. "N..No…a course not…" Tunes stammered. Quipster let out a quiet laugh. "Ya know it’s a good thing dat we ain’t whores like da boys say," she told Tunes. "Why’s dat?" "Ya wouldn’t make any money since ya fall fer every boy ya sleep wid," Quipster pointed out. "Hey I do not!…Wait a mintue…you said we! Oh my gawd…does dis mean…do you…" Tunes started to ask. "It was a slip. I jest meant you," Quipster covered. "No it wasn’t. C’mon I know ya bettah den dat," Tunes told her. "I’m tellin’ ya it was a slip…" Quipster insisted. "You really do like Spot!" Tunes exclaimed, a little loudly. Quipster clamped her hand over Tunes’ mouth. "SHH" she said, listening to hear if there was any movement in the other room. "We bettah get ta sleep. We’ll talk latah," Quipster whispered, not wanting to take any chances. "All right," Tunes mumbled through Quipster hand. "G’night" "Night," Quipster said, laying down and closing her eyes. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Quipster woke up early the next morning to discover everyone awake and dressed. "Newsies," she muttered rolling out of bed and pulling on a robe sleepily. "’Bout time you got up," Cards teased as Quipster emerged from her bedroom. Quipster grumbled under her breath about the early hour. "Yeah, nice seein’ you too," Gloves responded, sarcastically. Quipster glared at him obviously before turning to the rest of the group and asking, "What’re you guys up ta today?" "Well, seein’ as we’re newsies I figuahed we’d prolly sell papes," Patrick informed her. "No need to be mean! I was jest askin’. Well, if anyone wants somethin’ ta eat or drink befoah ya go it’s in da kitchen. Help youhself all right?" "Tunes actually already helped us," Jack told her. "Thank ya by da way." Quipster shrugged. "No problem…literally…So you guys got da plan right?" Everyone nodded. Marker’s nod was the most reluctant as he was still angry at Tunes who was going with him. "Allright den. I’ll see ya all latah. If ya got any questions or news or whatevah jest lemme know, all right? It ain’t like ya don't know wheah I live or anythin’…" The boys and Tunes all said their good byes to everyone and left for their part of town, more than ready to get revenge on the girls. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ "So, whatja think ‘bout dis plan?" Cards questioned Spot as they walked to the Brooklyn World Distribution Office. Spot remained silent for a moment, looking at the road ahead thoughtfully. "Well," he finally started, "I think it’ll do allright in teachin’ da goils a lesson." "But…" Cards prompted, puzzled by Spot’s seemingly incomplete answer. "I was jest thinkin’ dat I dunno if we can trust Molly or not," Spot explained. Cards laughed at Spot. "Is poor little Spot upset dat his little goilfriend liked ta him?" he taunted. Spot rolled his eyes and took a playful swing at Cards which Cards easily ducked. "Dat ain’t it," Spot assured him. "somethin’ just don’t seem right an’ foh da last time she ain’t me goil." "Shoah…whatevah you say Spot. You know ya’d jump in bed wid her in a second," Cards joked. "Dat don’t make her me goil, though," Spot pointed out. Cards laughed. "Fine, don’t tell me anythin’. I’se jest youh best friend. No need ta tell me anythin’ ‘bout youh life." "Good, knew ya’d undahstand," Spot told him shortly, ending the discussion. Cards opened his mouth to speak again but closed it when Spot gave him a warning glance. The two walked in silence the rest of the way. ~ * ~ In the meantime * ~ * Tunes almost had to run to keep up with Marker, who was scowling and keeping his eyes directed forward. Once they had almost reached the lodging house Tunes sighed loudly. "Markah, come on. Youh gunna have ta talk ta me soonah or latah. We’re supoosed ta look like we’re datin’, membah?" Marker glanced at her as if he was going to say something but turned his head quickly, thinking better of it. "Oh, come on! It wasn’t that bad! I haven’t even known you dat long!" "Well, if it don’t mattah dat much den why do ya care if I talk to ya?" "So dat da plan’ll woik," Tunes explained, forging the expression of the excitement she felt that he was talking to her. Marker gave her an appraising look before staring ahead again. "Don't worry bout da plan," he stated. "But…" Tunes started before receiving a cold glare that convinced her to stay quiet. ~ * ~ Patrick * ~ * Patrick walked into his bedroom to find Black Rose still asleep. Prolly out late celebratin’ her victory," he thought wryly. "Hey, wake up," Patrick commanded, pushing her a little rougher than usual. Black Rose rolled over, stretching, and smiled when she saw Patrick. There was a worried edge to her expression. "What’s goin’ on?" she asked. "Whadja mean what’s goin’ on? We’se hours late foh sellin’ papahs," he told her, forcing himself to remain playful. "I musta not hoid everyone get up. Hey, wheah were you last night? I stayed up all night waitin’ foh ya," she told him, slipping out of the bed and pulling on a shoe. "I had business ta discuss wid Markah an’ Gloves ‘til pretty late," he told her. "Oh," was all Black Rose commented. She looked up from her shoes as if she wanted to interrogate him on the subject but decided not to and closed her mouth. "Hurry up. We’se gunna be lucky if der’re any papes left," Patrick encouraged, deciding not to give her any information unless she asked for it. "I’m comin’, I’m comin’," she responded, grabbing her hat off the bed post and following him out the door. ~ * ~ Gloves * ~ * After selling his papers Gloves realized he couldn’t avoid seeing Stress any longer. He walked toward the lodging house, not looking forward to their talk at all. "Come on," he thought, trying to get ready to see her. "She’s still da same goil. I always knew she did stuff like dis…jest didn’t think she’d do it to me…but I nevah saw meself cheatin’ on her neithah…jest gotta keep up appeahances…" Gloves walked into the Lodging House looking very determined. It wasn’t hard to spot her in the almost empty lobby. "Hey, Stress, can I talk to ya?" Gloves inquired after walking up to the card game she was playing with Rum and a couple other boys. "No," Stress stated, glaring at him. "What? What did I do?" Gloves asked, bewildered. "If anyone’s got a right ta be mad it’s me," he added to himself. "You already fohgot?" she asked, horrified. "Fohgot…fohgot what?" "Oh I dunno maybe I’m a little perturbed dat I walked in an’ found you in bed wid da goil you supposedly broke up wid!" she yelled at him, throwing her cards down and marching off. "Hey, wait a minute! I jest wanna talk," Gloves yelled, starting after her. Rum grabbed his hand. "Hey, Gloves, jest leave her alone," he requested, seeming very brotherly. "Shoah, you protect her…lemme tell ya, she don’t need people protectin’ her," he told Rum, glaring at the door that Stress had slammed. "Looks ta me like she does," Rum stated. "Yeah well looks’re deceivin’…heah lets go inta me room ta talk," Gloves requested, leading the way. Rum followed looking slightly worried about what he was going to hear. TBC Soon |
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