tonight's like a right hook... {open}

[Puzzle Piece]

knock you off your feet
i'll be yours truly unbelievable
can't miss this chance to take you out
here's your invitation

hello Brooklyn, hey L.A.
take the streets all night 'cause we sleep all day
when the world comes crashing down
who's ready to party?


*****

To be honest, she never really liked drinking; it made men and women fools and caused trouble and death. The greatest of men could be reduced to nothing if they became addicted; she'd seen it up close and personal. Many friends and newsies Puzzle Piece knew had been lost to alcohol; either drinking to a point of stupidity and jumping off the Brooklyn Bridge or becoming so intoxicated that they just OD ed on it.

But tonight was an exception. Well... scratch that. It wasn't. She was just so damn bored... and there was nothing better to do. Puzzle Piece wandered the Brooklyn streets that night, looking for someone she might know or recognize, but found neither. So instead of giving up and going to the lodge, she slowly dragged herself to O'Brady's. She had considered buying a soda with the few coins she had, but decided for something a bit more fulfilling. No, she knew her point and she wouldn't go past it. Besides, Puzzle Piece knew she couldn't hold alcohol as well as most Brooklyn Newsies; her stomach just simply wouldn't allow it.

So there she sat, bored to death with a cool beer bottle, still very much full, I might add, resting on the table with her right hand fingers wrapped around it. With her left elbow on the table, she rested her chin on her open palm, letting out a soft sigh. Another uneventful night in Brooklyn. She silently wondered if anything interesting is happening at Manhattan.

Suddenly, the feeling of being watched enveloped her, and as casually as she could, she turned her head to the side. Sitting there were a few older bums, staring at her greedily with unshaven faces and crazed eyes. She felt the bile rise in her throat as she turned her head forward once again. Why am I here again..?

[Doll]

Walking into O'Brady's, Doll had no clue why she was coming here. Spot didn't want her here, but... hell, she needed somewhere to go at the moment. It was quiet around the boroughs, probably because of the fire, and personally she couldn't blame them. It was getting close to Halloween too, and she was probably one of the most supersticious Brooklyn newsies out there. Maybe because she spent too much time on boats as a kid. Tugging her hat down more, it'd be bad if Spot found out she was here, if he knew she was at O'Brady's by herself.

Of course, she wouldn’t be alone for long, naturally. She’d find another Brook in the bar. Seeing one of the other Brooks, she walked towards them, and looked over at a few men who were staring at the other newsie. Sending a cold glare towards them, challenging them to look at another newsie like that. Doll generally only watched after her birds, but could make exceptions for the only girls in Brooklyn. There weren’t many, and Doll sometimes took it upon herself to make sure that the girls’ bunks were ok. She had spent part of her life in those bunks before moving in with Spot.

Taking a seat next to the other girl, she said, “Hey Puzzle, how’s it rollin’?” looking at the beer behind the counter, she was practically dying to have one. Doll didn’t like to think of it as a drinking problem, more of a low tolerance of people when sober sometimes. But she couldn’t. As much of an alcoholic she is/was, she had a thing about drinking when she hadn’t given Spot the information she had gotten. Information first, then booze. And unlike Spot, she always made sure she knew the names of their newsies.

((mind if I join?))