Oh, wise guy, huh? (Closed)

[Kid Blink]

Blink was gathering the evening edition in his arms. He looked at the title indigently before casting Weasel the same look.

"'Heat Wave Continues?' This was the morning edition's headline too!"

"I don't write it, kid, I just distribute."

"Criminal," Blink muttered before hiking his papers over his shoulder. He moved aside for Mush and Race to have their turns.

[Racetrack]

Race wasted no time in launching into his story. "Listen, Weasel, Shadow Queen had a bum leg, but they say she'll be all healed up by next week. I'm gonna make it big--"

Weasel squinted at him suspiciously. "Didn't you feed me this story last week?"

"Uh-uh." Race puffed on his cigar and gave him an angelic look. "Last week it was Red Lightning, and bowel troubles."

Weasel took a long moment to ponder that before shaking his head and signaling Oscar Delancey to spot Race fifty papers. When Race saw the headline, however, he groaned and muttered to Blink, "They should be paying us to take the damn things."

[Kid Blink]

"HURRY UP, MUSH!" Blink nearly shrieked, filled with impatience.

[Mush]

Mush had been thinking (daydreaming) about Ershey when Blink yelled his name. He gave a startled jump and leaped up to the window.

"Fifty, please." He requested, putting his money on the counter. "Thanks."

He took his papes and had almost the same reaction to the headline. "Guys, this is torture! Not just the heat, but the headlines, too..."

[Kid Blink]

"Where the hell am I supposed to sell these?" Blink demanded, ready to throw his stack over his shoulder and let the papers fly.

[Racetrack]

Race considered their dilemma and suddenly smirked. "Where no one's crabby on account of the heat 'cause they got personal servants to fan 'em. And where everyone'll pay us for any kinda headline because they pity the 'poor little orphans' or 'cause they want us to sell out fast and get the hell outta their nice, peaceful neighborhood.

"In short," Race concluded with an evil gleam in his eye, "we should head uptown."

[Kid Blink]

"See Race? See? This is why we're friends. Yer always thinkin'! We'll get rid of these before the sun even starts to set."

[Racetrack]

"If Mush can wake up from endless dreams of his beloved Ershey," Race teased. He hadn't met the girl yet, but the way Mush had been going on about her, he expected to be a best man any day now.

Meanwhile, he himself, wise and jaded and immune to romance, scanned the crowded square for...no one in particular.

[Kid Blink]

"Sapphy ain't selling today," Blink said to Race as he poked Mush. "She huffed off in a piss-poor mood this morning."

((The three of us are wanted in the Ershey/Sapphy thread in the Lobby section. In my mind, these two threads are going at the same time, and whenever the boys stop selling and return home -- because this'll just be a goof-off thread for the three musketeers that has no pressure in posting <3 -- they'll see the girls on the steps of the lodge.))

[Mush]

Mush jumped alive and rubbed the spot where Blink had just poked him.

"Hey, lay off!" He cried, though he was trying not to laugh. "What'd you say 'bout Ershey?" He thought he had heard Race say her name, but he hadn't been listening clearly...

[Racetrack]

"Sapphy? Who said anything about Sapphy?" Race asked Blink innocently, wondering with a good deal of concern what might have put her in such a mood. Lucky he had a good poker face.

To Mush, he just laughed. "Only that she's the subject of your every waking thought and dirty dream." He took off in an uptown direction, trusting that his friends would follow. This was going to be fun. Though now he was distracted. I hope everything's all right with her...

[Kid Blink]

((Emily don't forget the thread in Lobby, please! ))

Blink rolled his eye and looked over at Mush, taking him by the collar.

"Fucking Romeos, I swear to god," he huffed in frustration.

[Mush]

Mush had just been about to sock Race in the eye before Kid grabbed his collar.

"Hey, hey, what's the deal?!" He asked, confused as he tried to pry Kid's hand off his shirt.

"Yer just jealous you don't got a girl!"

[Kid Blink]

Blink snorted.

"I's had girls! And Race don't got one anyway."

[Racetrack]

((I had completely forgotten it. Posted!))

"At least I have friends of the female persuasion," Race said in a dignified tone. "Are we gonna start selling these or not?" Dingy tenements were giving way to fancier apartment buildings, and after a while, they'd be walking among mansions.