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Post by jimmyconnelly on Jan 26, 2012 13:07:30 GMT -5
Jimmy was resting on the couch, ankles crossed, hat pulled down low over his eyes. Usually between the morning and evening edition he let himself take a nice little nap. He folded his hands and rested them on his belly.
Tonight though, he was hoping to make a quick buck at Tristan's boxing match.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Jan 26, 2012 16:37:43 GMT -5
((others can join in))
Spot walked into the LH, chucking a pile of unsold papers at the wall. He was too angry to finish selling them all.
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Post by jimmyconnelly on Jan 26, 2012 16:45:31 GMT -5
Jimmy lifted his hat and glanced at his fearless leader. "heya, Spot." He sat up and studied him for a moment. He knew that Rae and Spot had broken up and evidently it just kept getting worse from there.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Jan 26, 2012 17:01:15 GMT -5
Spot glanced at Jimmy. "Anybody bothering you that we can beat up, Jim?"
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Post by Buccaneer on Jan 26, 2012 19:35:38 GMT -5
Buccaneer snorted when he walked in, looking at Spot. Unlike usual, Bucky hadn't taken himself off to the pub yet to pickle his brain in cheap liquor and he dropped his papers next to Jimmy before dropping down onto the couch, stretching his feet out in front of him before a brow raised. Hey look Spot looks---- blimey fuckin hell. He didn't say anything, looked up at his leader and then shook his head again. Rae and Spot were on the offs again, he wasn't even going to comment-- he was too sober to chance it. "Hey Conlon, Jimmy Jim."
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Post by Spot Conlon on Jan 26, 2012 19:51:40 GMT -5
"How goes it, Buck? Anybody bothering you?" spot asked him, kicking a chair over.
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Post by Buccaneer on Jan 26, 2012 19:59:51 GMT -5
He smirked a bit, "Can't say anything's botherin' me at the moment.." he was sober, that was never good. He glanced over at Jimmy and then opened his mouth for a moment. "Sellin' wasn't worth gettin' up this morning.."
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Post by jimmyconnelly on Jan 26, 2012 21:34:22 GMT -5
"I hear ya there," Jimmy said and then groaned. "It was dead out there. I felt like I was screaming headlines for my own health."
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Post by Spot Conlon on Jan 26, 2012 21:45:41 GMT -5
Spot glanced at the guys, annoyed they were being so goddmann lazy. "All you fellas are damn lucky we got so much business coming in and outta here..."
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Post by jimmyconnelly on Jan 26, 2012 21:50:28 GMT -5
"Whatcha want me to do about it, Spot? Force people to buy me papes? It ain't happening," Jimmy said with a smirk. "I could pretend to be a gimp, but I ain't much good at it."
Just at that moment Tristan was coming down the stairs, drying his hands on his pants. He immediately stopped walking when he saw Spot in the lobby.
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Post by Buccaneer on Jan 26, 2012 21:53:48 GMT -5
Bucky shrugged his shoulders and rubbed his neck, "People weren't buyin'. I heard better from some Bull who wanted to talk to me..." About his bar fight a couple weeks ago, the guy woke up at least. He raised a brow when he saw Tristan and raised his hand. "They ain't buyin, can't do anythin' but find other ways to make a few.."
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Post by Spot Conlon on Jan 26, 2012 21:54:25 GMT -5
Spot leaned against the wall, scowling. "Whatcha got to say, Shamien?"
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Post by tshamien on Jan 26, 2012 22:10:07 GMT -5
"I ain't got nothing to say, Conlon," Tristan said, and then crossed his arms. "I got a match and I was just leaving."
"See, there's always a way to make a buck," Jimmy said with a grin, standing up, ready to go. They needed to get the hell out of there before Spot and Tristan killed each other.
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Post by Buccaneer on Jan 26, 2012 22:16:47 GMT -5
They were going to leave him? Buccaneer swore inwardly and got to his feet, he needed a drink. Or six... edging himself up before he rubbed his hand over his face. "Better that then sleepin' in the dirt...." Make a few bucks at the match, maybe shove his own mug out there to get smashed in.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Jan 26, 2012 22:25:17 GMT -5
Spot scowled at him, shoving his hands in his pockets and shooting him a death glare, nonverbally telling him who's the boss. "You better fuck the other guy up." He might as well go with.
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