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Post by Brooklyn on Jun 19, 2007 16:32:00 GMT -5
When they got to Tibby's, Spot held the door open for Blondie. They walked hand in hand to the booth David and Lucky went to. Blondie got in and Spot took a seat beside her.
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Post by Tellie on Jun 19, 2007 16:37:50 GMT -5
Lucky smiled at Spot and Blondie. "You two are so adorable together!" she laughed.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jun 19, 2007 16:43:22 GMT -5
Blondie threw a fork at Lucky.
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Post by Tellie on Jun 19, 2007 16:48:26 GMT -5
"Ow! Hey!" Lucky rubbed her arm where the fork hit her.
David put his arm around her and touched the spot. "You'll be okay. Blondie's not that vicious." He laughed.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jun 19, 2007 16:53:41 GMT -5
Spot looked at David and smirked. "Whaddya have healin' powers or somethin'?" he asked laughingly.
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Post by Tellie on Jun 19, 2007 16:56:31 GMT -5
David scrunched his nose up at Spot and put the fork back on the table. "Not healing powers, just compassion for my girlfriend."
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Post by Brooklyn on Jun 19, 2007 17:03:53 GMT -5
"Aw how sweet," Spot said sarcastically. "But youse can have compassion widout bein' so mushy," he said putting his arm around Blondie.
Blondie was enjoying every second of this. She leaned her head on Spot's shoulder.
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Post by Tellie on Jun 19, 2007 17:06:11 GMT -5
"Talk about mushy," Lucky mumbled, snuggling closer to David. "You're starting to act just like we do."
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Post by Brooklyn on Jun 19, 2007 17:13:26 GMT -5
"Not quite as mushy, though," Blondie said. She was kinda tired. It had been a long day and She liked to sleep, like any normal newsie. She closed her eyes enjoying the closeness to Spot. He smelled so good! She was nearly asleep when the person came to take their order. She and Spot only got drinks. They weren't that hungry.
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Post by Tellie on Jun 19, 2007 17:21:50 GMT -5
David ordered food for himself and a drink for Lucky. She had a thing against eating in front of others.
Lucky looked out the window and sighed. She was perfectly content with how things were going.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jun 19, 2007 17:40:40 GMT -5
They sat in silence for a few minutes. Then their orders came. Blondie had just about fallen asleep again on Spot's shoulder, when there was a big crash and someone flew through the window and landed on the table, his foot narrowly missing Lucky's head. Another person jumped through the window beating him up.
"That'll...teach...you...to...con me...outta my...money," the stranger said between punches. Then he pulled out a kinfe and held it to the other guy's throat.
Spot jumped up and yanked Blondie with him. He didn't want her to get hurt. "Come on youse guys let's get outta here! We don't wanna get mixed up in this," Spot said.
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Post by Tellie on Jun 19, 2007 17:51:45 GMT -5
David grabbed Lucky and jumped out of the booth, running out of the restaurant behind Spot and Blondie with her close to his side. When they got outside, he held her close to him as they watched people running towards the broken window. "What was that all about?!" he cried, tightening his hold on Lucky.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jun 19, 2007 18:02:11 GMT -5
"Apparently some guy conned anudda one outta his money and got his butt kicked," Spot said. "Dat's gonna be Race one day ya know," he said smiling.
Blondie felt really dizzy. She reached up and touched the side of her head. It hurt really badly. She pulled a rather large shard of glass out. She could feel the blood gushing out of it.
Spot looked at her and saw it. "Geez Blondie are you okay?" he asked, concerned. She was about to pass out. She hated blood. and the dizziness was overcoming her. Spot reached out and grabbed her just as she was about to fall. He carried her to a bench and laid her down.
"Quick Davey! Gimme something tah hold against it! We need tah stop da bleedin'!" Spot said trying to keep his nerve. Blondie was out cold, her head still bleeding heavily.
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Post by Tellie on Jun 19, 2007 18:07:47 GMT -5
"Here." Lucky tore off some of her skirt and handed it to Spot. "It'll have to do for now." She leaned over the back of the bench and listened closely. "She's still breathing."
"We need to get a doctor," David spoke up. "If we don't, she'll be prone to infection."
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Post by Brooklyn on Jun 19, 2007 18:12:18 GMT -5
Spot held it against Blondie's head. "Davey! go get a doctor! I'll stay here and try to stop the bleedin'," Spot said still focusing hard not to lose his cool.
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