Post by Fox on Jul 19, 2010 0:05:34 GMT -5
Stumbling into the logehouse, Fox ran her fingers through her knotted hair and leaned against the wall right by the foyer. She'd- as usual- had a drink. Maybe a drink too many, but that was okay. Just some water would make the little bit of dizziness go away. Quickly glancing down at her fingers, she raised and eyebrow and muttered, "Huh." She was sure that before she left the lodgehouse, she had five fingers. Not six. Five.
Shaking her head violently, she walked over to the sink and filled up a cup with water. Sipping it slowly, she sat down on the counter, tossing the now empty cup in the sink. Fox knew her limit, but sometimes temptation was a bit too strong. Whatever. One bottle too many wouldn't hurt her in the long run. Examining her hand again, she was relieved to find it perfectly normal- five fingers.
Of course, she wouldn't be too surprised to see if she only had four fingers. Spot had made it clear, "If you poke her, I chop your finger off". Jeez. Rolling her eyes and snickering at the though, she hopped off the counter and paced around the foyer of the lodgehouse. Taking a quick look at the clock, she picked up that it was about 9:34. Most Newsies would be returning now, or heading to other burrows to talk to other Newsies and whatnot. Often times, Fox would find herself in Brooklyn or Queens. But Manhattan was still her favorite, even if there wasn't an O'Bradys.
Carefully picking a knot out of her hair, she leaned against the wall and let her eyes dart around.
Shaking her head violently, she walked over to the sink and filled up a cup with water. Sipping it slowly, she sat down on the counter, tossing the now empty cup in the sink. Fox knew her limit, but sometimes temptation was a bit too strong. Whatever. One bottle too many wouldn't hurt her in the long run. Examining her hand again, she was relieved to find it perfectly normal- five fingers.
Of course, she wouldn't be too surprised to see if she only had four fingers. Spot had made it clear, "If you poke her, I chop your finger off". Jeez. Rolling her eyes and snickering at the though, she hopped off the counter and paced around the foyer of the lodgehouse. Taking a quick look at the clock, she picked up that it was about 9:34. Most Newsies would be returning now, or heading to other burrows to talk to other Newsies and whatnot. Often times, Fox would find herself in Brooklyn or Queens. But Manhattan was still her favorite, even if there wasn't an O'Bradys.
Carefully picking a knot out of her hair, she leaned against the wall and let her eyes dart around.
