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Post by Svetlana on Dec 17, 2011 11:42:58 GMT -5
After looking all over the lodging house for her brother, Svetlana decided that it was time to branch out. She asked the other lodgers (well, the ones she could find) where other boys around her brother's age might go. Every single one of them, it seemed, responded with Irving Hall. So, despite her brother's warning to stay in the lodging house until he returned, she headed over to Irving Hall to find him herself.
The vaudeville theatre was loud, crowded, and busy -- how was she ever supposed to find Pasha in this mess?? She sighed to herself as she wove through the crowd towards the bar. Maybe if she stayed in one place long enough, she would find him. She slid up onto the first empty stool she found and let her arm rest against the hard wood of the bartop.
Slowly, a smirk came across her face. While she was here, maybe she could have a drink! One drink wouldn't hurt, right? Besides, what her brother didn't know wouldn't hurt him... "Excuse me?" she asked, trying to get the bartender's attention.
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Post by Macbeth on Dec 17, 2011 12:13:15 GMT -5
((I think I may be evil for doing this, but I'm doing it anyway. ;D))
Macbeth had come to Medda's to sip a beer, watch some vaudeville--it wasn't Shakespeare, but at least it was theater--and brood about the latest...developments in her relationship with Risk. This was a confusing and nerve-racking passtime, however, and she was glad to seize on a distraction--some poor mouse of a girl with a foreign accent trying to flag down the bartender. From the goodness of her heart, Macbeth decided to help.
"HEY, CHARLIE! THE GIRL WANTS A DRINK! What the bloody hell d'you think you're doing, ignoring a thirsty customer!?" she demanded, glowering murderously.
Charlie the bartender rolled his eyes at her, then turned to smile at the girl he'd only just noticed. "What can I get for you, doll?"
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Post by Svetlana on Dec 17, 2011 12:26:31 GMT -5
((haha!! The poor girl needs a little corruption, it's not evil at all! It's.... progress. haha))
"Vodka," Svetlana replied quickly, her voice low just in case her brother happened to be within earshot of her. Not wanting to be rude, she added, "Puzhalsta.... Please." If she was going to be out in public more, she really needed to remember that barely anyone spoke Russian in her new city.
She turned her head to look at the girl who had called the bartender over to her and smiled just a bit, "Spasiba." Embarrassed, she laughed softly to herself. "Thank you, I mean."
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Post by Macbeth on Dec 17, 2011 12:33:00 GMT -5
"Koi baat nahin," Macbeth replied with a smirk. "Not a problem. How long you been in New York, girl? You gotta learn to yell and swear a little if you wanna get anything done in this town." She wasn't usually one to strike up conversations with random strangers, but it was better than musing on romance, that was for sure. Besides, this girl didn't seem like she'd last a day on her own without a little friendly advice.
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Post by Svetlana on Dec 17, 2011 12:38:29 GMT -5
Svetlana thought for a moment, carefully picking up her glass to take a sip of her vodka as she tried to remember exactly how long she had been in New York. The days all sort of melted into each other when you remainded indoors most of the time. "Six months," she finally answered with a shrug.
She set her glass down on the bartop and tucked a piece of hair back behind her ear so it didn't fall back in front of her eyes. She was slightly embarrassed by the revelation that she had been in this new country for almost half a year but still didn't know anything about the world around her. "My brother," she explained, "he is very.... how is it said?? Protective. Da, protective."
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Post by Macbeth on Dec 17, 2011 12:47:15 GMT -5
Macbeth smirked and sipped her beer. "Yeah? I never had no brothers, but if I did, I sure as hell wouldn't let 'em get protective with me. You gotta job or anything?" She couldn't imagine depending on someone else to support her; even as a little kid, she'd picked pockets and done odd jobs to get by, while her father sat around in his armchair, reading his books and wistfully recalling merry old England.
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Post by Svetlana on Dec 17, 2011 12:54:08 GMT -5
Slowly, she shook her head. "Nyet," she answered. "I would like to but Pasha, my brother, he says it is a bad idea." She rolled her eyes at the thought of her brother's words and picked up her glass to take another sip. "It is too dangerous, he says."
"Sometimes, I think he is crazy when he thinks." She couldn't help but smirk at that. Sure, her brother would probably kill her if he had heard her say that about him, but it felt good to finally speak her mind for once. "Maybe you are lucky... to not have any brothers. They are trouble."
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Post by Macbeth on Dec 17, 2011 13:03:55 GMT -5
"So are sisters," she said grimly, taking a longer swig of beer, and didn't elaborate. "Anyway, if your brother's so protective, what're you doing all by yourself, drinking vodka in a place like this? Some wicked man might come along and take advantage of you in yer drunken state."
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Post by Svetlana on Dec 17, 2011 13:13:27 GMT -5
"Looking for my brother," she quickly remarked with a laugh. "I have not seen him yet. I was told he might be here."
She finished the last of her vodka and set the glass down, motioning to the bartender for another. "I am not yet drunk," she denied, her head shaking quickly. "Besides... men, they do not look at me." She paused and leaned in closer to the other girl as an amusing thought entered her brain. "I think my brother has told them not to."
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Post by Macbeth on Dec 17, 2011 13:38:35 GMT -5
Macbeth snickered. "Well, d'you want 'em to look at you? Personally, I'd find it bloody exhausting if guys was always making eyes at me and trying out their clever lines. Seeing as I'd have to punch 'em all in the face. But if you're on the prowl, you shouldn't let a little thing like your brother stop ya." She scanned the theater. "'Sides, I don't think he's here. Ain't seen no other Russians running around."
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Post by Svetlana on Dec 17, 2011 14:02:11 GMT -5
"I... I do not know," Svetlana replied bashfully. She laughed softly and took a drink out of her glass. "I think it would not be bad once. Just to see what it feels like."
Confused, she looked around the room. All she saw were people, she couldn't tell one nationality from the next. "How do you know that there are not any Russians?"
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Post by Macbeth on Dec 17, 2011 14:06:55 GMT -5
"Fair point," she chuckled. "Should've said I ain't heard any. Grew up in Five Points, ya see, so I'm pretty good with accents. Had you made from the first sentence outta your mouth."
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Post by Svetlana on Dec 17, 2011 14:14:47 GMT -5
"Oh... well... I am not sure of what to say about that," Svetlana laughed. "I am impressed? Yes? I cannot do something like that." As far as she could see, there wasn't much she could do other than cook; but that was mostly thanks to her brother keeping her so hidden all the time.
She turned around on her stool, leaning carefully back against the back so she could get a better view of the room. "This place, is it always so crowded?"
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Post by Macbeth on Dec 17, 2011 14:19:02 GMT -5
She snorted. "This ain't nothing, you should see it on half-price nights. Still beats steerage on a ship, though, don't it?" She raised an eyebrow. "Unless you traveled all classy-like." Beth had made two long steerage journeys. With a baby. That was misery the likes of which she'd never known before.
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Post by Svetlana on Dec 17, 2011 14:23:37 GMT -5
Svetlana's face fell and, slowly, she shook her head. "There was no class in steerage," she remarked softly. Lightly, she bit down on her lower lip. "Just sickness. And death." She reached behind her and picked up her glass, quickly finishing off the rest of her vodka.
So much for trying not to think about her parents...
If it weren't for that ship, if it weren't for this new country that they wanted so badly to be a part of, her parents might still be alive. But they weren't. All that she had left was her brother, who was gone half of the time anyway.
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