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Post by Mush Meyers on Sept 15, 2009 20:44:41 GMT -5
Every eye in the hall followed Poet as she made her way towards were Irish was sitting. Then Poet kissed him! In front of everyone! There were a lot of whistles and a lot of 'Woo hoo!'s then everything was silent except for a few people laughing. Brooke realized the singing had stopped. She looked at Broadway...
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Post by Poet on Sept 15, 2009 20:52:56 GMT -5
Poet
Poet looked at him and smiled as she tilted her head her eyes gazing into his. She bit her lower lip in spite of herself and rolled her eyes hearing Hunter's whistle at what he just saw. She could hear him now too beginning his usual torment,"Poet jus' be his alreadeh,"he hollered just as Asher stopped singing. Poet's eyes got wide and she took the cap off Irish's head and chucked it at Hunter hitting him in the face with it. She looked back at Irish and stood before walking away she kicked Hunter in the shin as she passed him and she rushed outside. She didn't knw why, but she didn't stop until she was outside and sitting in one of the shoe shiner chairs, the shoe shiners were all gone anyway it was getting late. She looked down and rested her elbows on her knees as she took in a deep breath, she knew she couldn't take that back, but she didn't know where it would lead her either.
Hunter
Hunter groaned when she kicked him,"Sonofa jeese she's got a leg on her,"he groaned. He looked over at Irish,"Ya might wanna go afta her jus' in case,"he said knowing she never did well on her own. He rubbed his leg and waved the waiter over to get some ice.
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Post by Mush Meyers on Sept 15, 2009 21:01:45 GMT -5
Poet
Poet looked at him and smiled as she tilted her head her eyes gazing into his. She bit her lower lip in spite of herself and rolled her eyes hearing Hunter's whistle at what he just saw. She could hear him now too beginning his usual torment,"Poet jus' be his alreadeh,"he hollered just as Asher stopped singing. Poet's eyes got wide and she took the cap off Irish's head and chucked it at Hunter hitting him in the face with it. She looked back at Irish and stood before walking away she kicked Hunter in the shin as she passed him and she rushed outside. She didn't knw why, but she didn't stop until she was outside and sitting in one of the shoe shiner chairs, the shoe shiners were all gone anyway it was getting late. She looked down and rested her elbows on her knees as she took in a deep breath, she knew she couldn't take that back, but she didn't know where it would lead her either.
Hunter
Hunter groaned when she kicked him,"Sonofa jeese she's got a leg on her,"he groaned. He looked over at Irish,"Ya might wanna go afta her jus' in case,"he said knowing she never did well on her own. He rubbed his leg and waved the waiter over to get some ice.
Brooke gasped when she heard Hunter groan. She turned around and sure enough he was holdin' his leg. Her eyes flew to the door, Poet had gone. She heard Hunter tell Irish something and then call to the waiter. Brooke was torn between going to her brother and helping Hunter... She didn't know what to do her head was spinning.
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Post by Street on Sept 15, 2009 21:04:32 GMT -5
Broadway
Asher blushed slightly as Poet kissed Irish. He was still a little uncomfortable with displays of affection. He coughed, to draw attention back to the stage and began a new song:
If you'll listen, I'll sing you a sweet little song,
Of a flower that's now drooped and dead,
Yet dearer to me, yes, than all of its mates,
Tho' each holds aloft its proud head.
'Twas given to me by a girl that I know,
Since we've met, faith, I've known no repose,
She is dearer by far than the world's brightest star,
And I call her my wild Irish Rose.
My wild Irish Rose,
The sweetest flow'r that grows,
You may search ev'rywhere,
But none can compare
With my wild Irish Rose.
My wild Irish Rose,
The dearest flow'r that grows,
And some day for my sake,
She may let me take
The bloom from my wild Irish Rose.
Irish
Irish was surprised when she left his lap. He gasped slightly when she kicked Hunter. "Oi think you may have been in the wrong too, Hunter." he said slowly. He nodded to Brooke, Mush, Hunter, Street, and Broadway and quickly left the hall. He found Poet sitting on one of the chairs. "You wanna shoe-shine, Missus?" He asked, using his bad New York accent. He smiled slight at her and sat down beside her. "Now, what was that about? Oi think you took Hunter's leg off back there," he chuckled.
Street
Street jumped when Poet kicked Hunter. What brought that on? Though she loved the song Asher was now singing, she was more intent on Hunter. "Are ya okay, Hunter?" She asked worriedly. She wrapped ice cubes from her drink in a napkin and lifted up his pant leg. Gently, she placed the makeshift ice pack where Poet had kicked him. "How does that feel?" She asked from the floor, where she now sat cross-legged under the table.
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Post by Poet on Sept 15, 2009 21:14:46 GMT -5
Poet
She looked up at him and shook her head,"he'll be fine, I've done worse ta him and he knows it...."she whispered. She leaned back in her chair and looked up at the shining moon, her eyes glowing in the moonlight. She lit a cigarette and brought it to her lips her hand shaking slightly but she ignored it as she took a drag. "I'm sorreh...."she mummbled, she didn't know if it was something she should be apologizing for, what she did know was that she was not ok. She leaned forward adverting her gaze back to her shoes and releasing a small sigh as she rested her head in her hands,"I....just...."she didn't know what to say really. Her mind was occupied on the one other person that meant the world to her, Jack....but he wasn't there, he didn't know, he didn't see, he was not around. She processed this over and over and wondered why she even tried with Jack any more, but remembered she had a special place for him in her heart. She shook her head, why was she so determined on chasing what she currently could not have, could not see, could not touch.
Hunter
He smiled down at Street,"I'll be fine doll, thanks alot though it helps,"he said as he looked over his shoulder toward the door,"Irish is right, I shoulda known betteh,"he mummbled knowing how cnfused Poet was already he shouldn't have tried to push her into being with Irish. He looked back down at Street,"enjoyin yerself down there?"he teased.
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Post by Mush Meyers on Sept 15, 2009 21:15:22 GMT -5
Now that both of the guys seemed fine. Broadway singing again and Hunter being taken care of by Street. Brooke looked at Mush and wondered how Poet was. Apperently her eyes asked Mush cause he said, "Aw don't worry 'bout her Irish will take care of 'er." She tried to focus on the new song that Broadway was singin' but she couldn't. How could she get the room to stop spinnin'? Or was that just her? She felt like she needed a drink but she'd never had even a sip of alcohol.
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Post by Poet on Sept 25, 2009 19:03:26 GMT -5
DEAD?
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