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Post by Racetrack on Aug 31, 2011 7:56:56 GMT -5
Race honestly did not know how, as a couple of poor and humble newsies, he and Raven always managed to get their hands on vintage wine. This time, someone seemed to have left it in a cabinet in the lodging house--someone who would probably hunt them down and kill them later. But they'd figured it was worth it when they were about to face a night of amateur opera.
So now they were both kind of tipsy...really, just tipsy...and making their way through the streets of Little Italy. This was in no way familiar...
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Post by raven on Aug 31, 2011 8:00:19 GMT -5
Raven had her arm looped in his. She walked slowly, kicking her legs out in front of her, her free arm swung her purse around in a circle.
"You know what the best part of this is gonna be! The ridiculous tragic death scene." Raven slapped a hand to her chest suddenly and then sang "la la la I am deeeeeeeeaaaaad." she burst out laughing.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 31, 2011 8:07:24 GMT -5
"I know," Race agreed, "but the mad scene is gonna be even better. She's gonna come out all covered in blood..." He flung out his arm in a dramatic gesture. "And try to act all wild and scary...and she's just gonna look like...like...like Kennedy when she's totally sober, bless her heart." He tripped over a crack in the sidewalk and grabbed Rae's arm to steady himself. "They need to get these sidewalks fixed. It's 'cause no one cares about Italians," he announced.
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Post by raven on Aug 31, 2011 8:19:34 GMT -5
Raven started laughing as she caught him. "That's right, they need to care more about us Ginnys." She nodded and pulled Race along. "Racetrack! You get shafted twice! Poor guy," she patted his head.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 31, 2011 8:31:54 GMT -5
"'S'true," Race agreed with a philosophical sigh. "I think people hate the Irish more. I dunno, we'd have to debate it." He looked around. "D'you know where we're going?" He paused to light a cigar and consider this dilemma. "Do I know where we're going?"
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Post by raven on Aug 31, 2011 8:40:47 GMT -5
"Don't be ridiculous, even the Irish hate the Italians....which is why I don't even know how you were born." Raven pulled him away from another crack in the sidewalk. "I know where we're going!" She sang loudly.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 31, 2011 8:58:00 GMT -5
"Ringrazia dio," Race said, and looked at Raven reproachfully. "How d'you think I was born? He bought her wine, she bought him whiskey, and they cursed the goddamn Protestants till sunrise."
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Post by raven on Aug 31, 2011 9:51:46 GMT -5
"You know...that's kinda sweet in a fucked up sort of way." Raven said with a laugh.
"Racetrack...I'm gonna have a kid just like you." Raven said with wide eyes and she poked his chest. "I'd never even thought about it ya know?" She leaned her head on his shoulder and grinned. "Could always be worse, least ya laugh and you're decent." She mumbled.
"OH We're almost here!" She lifted her head.
((HAHA She is so drunk!))
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 31, 2011 11:44:14 GMT -5
((Hehe. ;D Where is this timeline-wise? Are she and Spot still split up and angsty, or back together and preggers? 'Cause if it's the latter, she should lay off the booze! ^_^))
"A kid just like me?" He raised an eyebrow and drunkenly pondered that. "I dunno if that's such a good idea, Rae. Don't give him any cards. Don't even tell him there's such a thing as cards." Then he spotted the sad, crumbling little theater and grinned. "Yes! Tragically bad opera, here we come!"
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Post by raven on Aug 31, 2011 12:10:05 GMT -5
((I'm still trying to decide if she slipped and let it out that she was pregnant or if she had a brain lapse. AND it doesn't matter she can drink, they had no idea back then that alcohol did anything or cigarettes or riding horses or...ya know anything that harms a child. MOVING ON lol))
Raven snorted with laughter. "OH I won't, that kid's also never going to Brooklyn. EVER." She said and then hurriedly dragged him inside.
"I am so excited!" She actually was. Raven did love this sort of thing, she loved the way the Italian was sung, even if it was done horribly. One day she wanted to see a real opera but for now this was enough.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 31, 2011 12:14:33 GMT -5
((Haha, this is true. Let's just hope Rae won't be the mother of the baby born with two heads.  )) "Me too! Maybe there will be redheads," Race said wistfully, thinking, of course, of redheaded women in general, and no specific young ladies of his acquaintance. He waved wildly to the man selling tickets. "Hey, Frank!" Frank, a beer-bellied Italian with a cigar in his mouth who ran the occasional blackjack game and used to date a waitress at Mama's, grinned at him. "Tony! Free tickets for you and your lady friend." "She's not my..." Race shook his head and accepted the tickets. "Never mind." |
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Post by raven on Aug 31, 2011 12:19:15 GMT -5
((HAHA everywhere they go! seriously if Rae didn't have Spot and Race didn't have Sapphy they would so be together.))
"Let's get down in front!" Raven exclaimed. She waved to Frank with a huge smile and then dragged Racetrack to the front.
"Okay...I have to confess...I really love how terrible this is and I'm really excited!"
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 31, 2011 12:58:39 GMT -5
((Totally. I feel like the only reason Race never had a crush on her is that she's Spot's girl, and he's super loyal to his friends, so as soon as they met he was like, "Nope, off-limits, friends for life!"))
"It's gonna be awful! And beautiful! We should throw things at the stage, but not really, 'cause they'll throw us out," he said, letting Raven drag him to a pair of front-row seats. The theater wasn't exactly crowded. "It's good that you're happy. You should always be happy," he announced.
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Post by raven on Aug 31, 2011 13:06:02 GMT -5
Raven turned to him with a huge smile. "I haven't been this happy since I left the Bronx." She admitted to him and then blushed a little bit. She kissed his cheek and settled it ready for the show to begin.
It was horribly worth it from the very beginning. Lady Macbeth's voice sounded like a screeching cat and Macbeth fell not once, but twice during the performance. Raven had all to do to keep from laughing.
She bit her lip and turned her face into Racetrack's arm so no one could see.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 31, 2011 13:46:02 GMT -5
((I'm laughing SO HARD at that fact that they're watching "Macbeth." It's like a really old RP inside joke...))
Race was having the same problem as Raven, so he ended up slumping against her and laughing into her shoulder. When the three witches started dancing around in old bedsheets, he almost fell off his chair and grabbed Rae's arm to catch himself. "This should be illegal," he whispered very loudly, ignoring a few dirty looks from fellow audience members. "It's like...blasphemy. Like saying Mass backward or something."
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