Just My luck(Open)

[Racetrack]

Racetrack walked around the pool table, another night at Tibby's had him fired up, not to mention the 4 shots of whiskey he drank. Race looked at the seven remaining balls on the table, he was suit was solids. With the eight ball the Q ball and two solid and three striped he thought this was to his advantage. He clamped down hard on his cigar as the boy circled the table. He had been playing some Newsie from Brooklyn. Race set up his shot as he hit the stick into the Q ball that then hit the solid 3 ball into the right middle pocket. With a cocky smile Race walked over to the boy putting his hand on the kids shoulder. "You's can pay up now, it'll save you the embarrassment." Race said confident, to be honest the boy didn't have a nickle in his pocket and the two were playing for a buck.

Race walked away then turned himself now facing the boy the boy. "I'd think real hard about that next move. Race said as he walked away towards the bar a little stagger in his walk as he hold the stick. "Susan, I's take another one of them whiskeys." The young woman walked up to him crossing her arms. "Racetrack Higgins, I haven't seen you pull out a penny this whole night, you's bettah be paying for them shots, not like last time." Race moved closer to the bar as he leaned over it a little. " Susan I's going to have the money right aftah dis game I's can't lose." The boy ensured as he watched her squint her eyes pouring him another cup. "Thanks toots." He said with a wink as he made his way back to the pool table and watched the boy miss his shot.

Race took the shot glass back as he cringed a little from the after burn. He walked to the side, the 10 ball was left then the 8 ball. Race looked at the Q ball as he planned to angle the shot so the Q would hit the 10 making it hit the wall come towards him and into the back left pocket. The room was hot as he bent down positioning his stick and then took the shot. He was a little buzzed at this point. "No!" Race watched the Q ball hit the 10 as it hit the 8 and the 8 ball went into the middle left pocket. Race's jaw dropped as he looked to the boy and smiled with worry. "I's...I's gottah go get that money." Race walked across the bar as he saw Ace. The boy sighed in relief as he strolled over casually. "Whadda need now Race?" Ace asked raising her eyebrow. Race smiled and moved sat beside her leaning in. "Listen hea Ace, I's just lost to a Brooklyn kid in pool, I's owe him a buck, I's got a bet on a dog at the track tomorra sure guarantee he's gunnah take home the metal and we's going to be havin' drinks and dinnah on me." Race explained with a smiled as she sighed and gave him the buck.

Race walked over to the boy at the pool table as he handed him the note. "Next time, double or nothin' got it?" Race said confident as the boys laughed and scowled and walked away. Race then thought about the bar tender, she wasn't going to be too happy. Race made his way to the bar stool as he sat down. The lady gave him another shot of whiskey as he sipped it watching her walked away maybe she thought the game was still going on.

[Harlequinn]

She hadn't sold many papes today but she knew she never really did, she didn't eat any though which was better than anything. She had only taken 50 this morning and she managed to sell them all before she made her way to Tibby's to get something to eat. She had just enough change for her papes tomorrow and to get some food right now. Harlequinn walked into Tibby's as she glanced around, her usual attitude in its place, she never was really conceited or cocky, she just had that persona of being a girl who deserved to be spoiled like a princess. She walked over to the bar and plopped herself gently down into the barstool as she crossed her legs. Harlequinn never wore usual newsie attire, this may have been how she sold her papes with such ease though. Her petite hourglass figure adorned a red and black corset dress that fell just passed her knees and her feet adorned a black pair of vintage heels, this was Harlequinn for you, somehow some way she managed though broke as ever and living with the newsies, for distant relatives to ship her expensive things.

Her hair toppled in its usual way of its heavy dark curls as she ordered a scotch on the rocks and she smiled when it was given to her. She brought the glass to her pink lips and took a long drink before she finally allowed her eyes to glance around the room. This was when she noticed she was seated beside Racetrack who looked pretty down today."Ya lose a bet again Race?" she asked her voice soft and full of sympathy for him. She always had fancied the boy, he was cute and she loved to listen to him talk when she was around him, but they never much had the opportunity to socialize other than in large groups or when something went wrong. She turned to face him fully and waved to Susan to get him another drink,"I got you, drink as much as you like, ease the pain away I am sure you'll do better in the morning, cards are more your thing anyway," she told him softly with a delicate smile placed upon her lips.

[Racetrack]

Race held his head with his hands as he put his elbows on the bar. He had finished the drink Susan had given him. He sighed as he could now see Harlequinn walk in taking the seat beside him, she did look quite beautiful tonight. She always did, her choice of style was quite classy to say the least he watched as Susan brought her a drink and removed his own empty glass from the bar. Race then listened to her words, lose. A four letter word that couldn't escape the boys lips, it was unknown in his vocabulary. "Harle I's never..lu.. lu, ah you get it I's didn't expect my luck run out on a game like dat. I's had it! Dey musta moved da ball when I's wasn't paying attention or moved the table, Dats it!" Race explained as he watched her direct Susan to get him another drink. Race looked down as he smiled looking at Harlequinn why was she being so nice to him? It must have been his good looks and ability to win, Race thought as he smiled to himself.

Race picked up the glass taking a sip as he put it down. "Harle You's don't have to do dis, I's means I's already got a tab I's figure somethin' out..." Race looked around at the card games, he hated the thought that the deck could be rigged and then he's lose more then he had already lost. Then his eyes slimmed to the darts board, he wasn't too good at darts thought especially drunk trying to aim Nah it'll never woirk.[/i] He thought to himself as he looked back to Harlequinn. He let out a breath as he took a large gulp of the brown liquor and looked at her. "On second thought I's could pay you back and take you out tomorrow I's got a bet on a dog and he ain't losing!" Race explained with a smirk and a raise of his eyebrow as he looked at Harle ensuring her he was right this time.

[Harlequinn]

Harlequinn chuckled abit at his stuttering over the word loss and she shook her pretty head of curls and took another sip of her drink. "It really is no problem at all Racetrack, I can cover yer tab no worries," she told him as she watched him glance around the room as if debating on what to try his luck at next. She reached over with her hand that did not hold her drink and she placed it over one of his hands,"No need to place any more bets tonight, save up yer luck fer tomorrow and just sit heah with meh please," she mused softly as she ran her thumb up and down the top of his hand soothingly.

She giggled and took another long drink before setting her glass back down and taking her hand that had been holding her drink and ran it through her hair as if trying to get it out of her face but her waves just draped back into place and she just smiled."That sounds lovely Race, I'd enjoy going out with you tomorreh if ya win," she added, her voice smooth as honey as she looked him over and bit her bottom lip, she liked a guy who took risks, she loved the way he talked and she loved his attitude and she found him to be quite dashing too.'I am surprised I finally get da chance to talk ta ya alone and not in a big crowd or under bad circumstance, its nice," she mused.