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Post by Ershey on Sept 7, 2011 22:40:32 GMT -5
"Thanks," smiled Ershey. "You're not so bad yourself. I can see why Mush is one of your bestfriends. Got any funny stories about him?"
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 7, 2011 22:52:08 GMT -5
"Well..." Race smirked a bit evilly. "This one time, he was watching Tumbler and Slider, right? Looking out for 'em 'cause Cowboy had a hot date or something. So he's looking for something to entertain 'em with, and he finds a couple empty barrels in an alley, with lids and everything. So he sticks the two little guys in the barrels, seals 'em up, and starts rolling 'em through the street. And they love it, they're screaming and laughing and everything, and me and Blink are running after 'em 'cause we're all s'posta be selling papes...
"And then," he said dramatically, "Mush turns a corner and rolls those barrels straight into a bunch of nuns. They all go head over heels! It was real bad. Bloomers and petticoats showing and everything. And the lids pop off, and the kids tumble out, and Mush loses his balance and falls over right in the middle of it all..." He was snickering so hard by this time that he could barely speak. "Don't tell him I told you this! It's my only blackmail material."
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Post by Ershey on Sept 7, 2011 23:00:53 GMT -5
Ershey listened to Racetrack with excitement, trying her best to hold in he laughter but failing miserably.
"So that's the nun story??" she said snickering. "Aww, poor Mush!! What'd the nuns do?"
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 7, 2011 23:14:57 GMT -5
((Yes! Full credit to Sapphy for planting the seeds of this story. ;D))
"Well, once they picked themselves up and salvaged some of their dignity, they told him he was going straight to hell. And Mush was red as a tomato and prob'ly would've just walked away, but then they started yelling at the little kids, telling them where they was headed, too. And Mush..." Race had to cover his mouth to muffle the laughter so they wouldn't wake the room full of guys inside. "Mush turns to 'em and tells 'em that there's a special place in hell for brides of Christ who don't wash their skivvies."
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Post by Ershey on Sept 7, 2011 23:20:31 GMT -5
This time, Ershey couldn't control her laughter. She put her hand over her mouth, trying her best to muffle the sound.
"Brides, really?" laughed Ershey, shaking her head.
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 7, 2011 23:32:49 GMT -5
"That's what they call themselves." Race forced himself to think of dead puppies. Raven frowned on this practice, but it always made the laughter stop.
"This is a good philosophical conversation," he told Ershey. "You should sleepwalk into our room again sometime." He paused, thinking. "Uh...I didn't mean that the way it sounded."
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Post by Ershey on Sept 7, 2011 23:39:37 GMT -5
"Maybe in three months or so," smirked Ershey. "I'll make my way back over. Don't tell Mush it's how I meet boys." She winked jokingly.
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 7, 2011 23:45:44 GMT -5
"We've both got a whole list of things not to tell Mush," he laughed. The night started out with a confession of murder and ended with laughter. Only in Manhattan. "Well, whaddaya say, Ersh--should we go in and call it a night, or have you got any more dark secrets to confide?"
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Post by Ershey on Sept 7, 2011 23:47:47 GMT -5
"If I stay up any longer, I won't wake up tomorrow," said Ershey, frowning. "Thanks, Race."
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 8, 2011 0:29:21 GMT -5
"Thanks to you too," he said, getting up and stretching, and offered her a hand.
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Post by Ershey on Sept 8, 2011 0:34:18 GMT -5
"And you're welcome," she grinned, taking his hand and standing up. She brushed her skirt before making her way towards the fire escape. "Gnight!" she called back as she descended down towards the girls' bunkroom.
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 8, 2011 1:12:25 GMT -5
"'Night!" Race called softly after her, thinking that Mush hadn't made a bad choice--he liked the girl, despite the rather shocking and worrying things she'd left him to ponder.
He set his pocket watch on the nightstand and crawled back into bed.
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