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Post by Spot Conlon on Dec 26, 2011 0:22:50 GMT -5
Spot felt like he had finally started reaching his stride, now that he was the proprietor of Sharkey's it felt good to be on top again. He was pushing his way past a couple of drunk idiots when he saw Racetrack and Rae sitting at a table, 'Shit,' he muttered under his breath as he tried to get away from the teo
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Post by raven on Dec 26, 2011 0:37:33 GMT -5
Raven's mouth literally dropped when she saw Spot in the back corner. "Race," she slapped him on the shoulder, "Spot...Spot's here."
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Post by Racetrack on Dec 26, 2011 8:36:05 GMT -5
Race looked up and, sure enough, there was his former friend shoving his way through the room, apparently trying to get away from them. "What the..." His eyes narrowed. It wasn't just that Spot happened to be at Sharkey's; it was that he obviously had something to hide. "Deal us outta this hand," he said distractedly, getting up and assuming Rae would do the same. Someone had some explaining to do.
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Post by raven on Dec 26, 2011 10:25:46 GMT -5
Raven immediately got up, collected her winnings and then followed Racetrack.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Dec 26, 2011 10:59:54 GMT -5
Spot pushed his way into the back room. His office now, slamming the door shut behind him with a thud and collapsing into his chair. Shit that was close.
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Post by raven on Dec 26, 2011 12:07:24 GMT -5
Raven, having no problems storming into rooms followed after him, but was stopped by some burly guy's hand on her arm. "Hey! Let go of me!" Rae slammed her foot down on his instep and the guy yelped.
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Post by Racetrack on Dec 26, 2011 12:23:25 GMT -5
Race took advantage of the guy's momentary pain to shove him away from Rae. Starting trouble in Sharkey's was never a good idea, but he only had one goal in mind right now--he opened the door Spot had walked through and stormed right in. "What the hell are you doing here, Spot?"
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Post by Spot Conlon on Dec 26, 2011 12:32:19 GMT -5
Spot sighed loudly and rubbed his temples, 'I'm in here because I own the place now.' he said quickly not wanting to dance around it anymore. Rae was bound to find out eventually he figured. 'Sharky died, there wasn't anyone else around to take over so I did what I'm best at,' he said tiredly, though he wanted to admit just how happy he was to be in charge again.
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Post by raven on Dec 26, 2011 13:18:57 GMT -5
"You what!?" Raven asked him, eyes wide. "You... You!" she couldn't even formulate a sentence.
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Post by Racetrack on Dec 26, 2011 14:24:47 GMT -5
Race had no idea how to respond to that either, at least not verbally. But there was one thing that had been on his agenda for a long time now, and this new development just made it all the more necessary. He walked up to Spot and punched him in the face as hard as he could.
((SUCH a long time coming, haha.))
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Post by raven on Dec 26, 2011 14:29:15 GMT -5
((yes!))
Raven's jaw literally dropped, and then her hands flew up to cover her mouth. She just stared, waiting for Spot's reaction.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Dec 26, 2011 14:34:37 GMT -5
Spot snarled and charged at Race, grabbing him by the middle and knocking him against the wall, 'you don't get to do that Race,' he said, punching him in the ribs before stepping back and wiping at his face.
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Post by Racetrack on Dec 26, 2011 14:53:07 GMT -5
Race straightened up, wincing at the pain in his probably-bruised ribs, and shoved Spot back. "The hell I don't! You left Rae at the altar! You were gone for months! I've been more of a father to your son than you have! And now some creep's taken over the Brooklyn lodging house, and you're sitting around running a fucking gambling and opium den!?"
((Angry!Race is kind of awesome.))
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Post by raven on Dec 26, 2011 15:11:31 GMT -5
"Hey!" Rae shouted and rushed over to the both of them. She grabbed Spot by the shoulder and pressed her hand into Race's chest.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Dec 26, 2011 15:28:33 GMT -5
Spot stepped away from Rae and Race, 'you think I don't know all that Race?! You think I'm some sort of fucking idiot?! I know I fucked up which is why I fought so damn had for Sharky's!' he said, gesturing around the room
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