I Smell Money

[Skittery]

If newsies were a ragged army, the lodging house was the barracks. And if the lodging house was the barracks, Kloppman was the one to hold revillie. And boy howdy, did he hold it too stinking early.

Skittery blended into the sleepy, grouchy crowd of newsboys heading toward the washroom, his pace quickening. No sense getting up this early in the morning and letting everyone else take all the towels.

[Kid Blink]

Blink stumbled out of bed, vision impaired more than usual. He bumped into Skittery.

"Serreh," he slurred.

[Skittery]

"You're gonna be," he muttered under the din of newsies. "One side, Blink." The towels were in sight - and he might actually get one before some snot-nosed kid blew his mucus into it!

[Kid Blink]

Blink scowled and grumbled some sort of half-thought-out insult as he rushed into the closest toilet stall.

[Skittery]

"One too many rotten hot dogs at Tibby's the other night?" Skittery hollered, feeling a little more like his normal mischievous self as his eyes opened a little more. He gave the toilet stall a kick for good measure.

((Reminds me of Blood Drips when "Trey shit himself to death." Bahahahaha.))

[Kid Blink]

"Fuck you, Skitts-mark!" Blink kicked back.

((HAHA I was thinking that too.))

[Skittery]

Ordinarily, that'd piss Skittery enough to kick the door right in, but he allowed him this one mercy. After all, it was too stinking early in the morning for all of this... and he scored a towel! Just within reach... "Dammit, Snipeshooter! Ain't you got no respect for your elders?" He didn't want it anyway. Snipeshooter was notorious for shooting a lot of crap out of his nose.

[Coyote]

Sidling up behind Snipeshooter, Coyote gave him a playful smack on the back of the head before winking at Skittery. "That one's for you, Skittsy. I know how much you worship your towels."

Coyote, on the other hand, tended to go the route of his namesake and simply shook the freezing water from his face and hair every morning. It gave anyone nearby an excuse to complain about "wet dog," but hey, it worked.

[jackkelly]

Jack, being the late sleeper that he was usually walked into the washroom as everyone was leaving. He came in scratching the back of his neck, eyes still half closed. When he overhead Coyote's comment.

"Skitts...you are way too attached to your towels," Jack said with a grin and managed to squeeze his way into a space in front of the mirror so he could actually shave this morning. He could feel the tiny stubble when he stroked his chin.

[Skittery]

Dodging away from Coyote's splash zone, he gave Jack a thwack behind the head. "That's for thinking you need to shave," he jeered, splashing his face in the basin across from him. "That peach fuzz ain't fooling anybody, Cowboy. Waste of shaving cream, that's what it is."

[Coyote]

Coyote snickered as he tossed his head back, letting wet strands of hair fly in all directions. "You're one to talk, boy. I don't think I've ever seen a single whisker on your face. Smooth as a baby's bottom, yours." He grinned before sticking his hand under the faucet and flicking some water at Skittery.

[jackkelly]

"Listen, it's growing alright?" Jack studied his face intently in the mirror. He pointed at a hair, "See, right there. I gotta keep up with the grooming ya know?"

((They're ridiculous right now lol))

[Kid Blink]

Blink flushed the john and kicked open the door.

"Yeaaaaahhhhhh! Gonna make this day my lady!" he crowed, strutting over to the nearest sink.

[jackkelly]

Jack just turned to stare at him and then wrinkled up his nose, "Ugh...Blink! What the hell did you eat yesterday? It smells like something died in there!"

[Kid Blink]

"I ate your mom, Cowboy."