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[Irish]

Irish glanced away. "Poet is me on-again-off-again goil. We're currently taking a twenty-four hour break so she can figure stuff out." He shrugged. "No big deal." Actually, it was a big deal. A huge deal. "Asher needs to stop runnin' his mouth. And he needs to stop hanging out with Levi Akecheta." Irish glanced around, sure enough Asher was talking animatedly with Levi-whom had just appeared and had hair sticking up at odd angles, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal his chest and a giggling girl on his arm. They kept looking over at Irish and Honey, Levi winked when he saw Irish looking. Irish ground his teeth.

[Abby]

"Oh." That was all Abby could say. She suddenly felt small and intimidated by this Poet. She pulled herself together. It didn't matter. She was the one with him now. She hoped that didn't end soon. Irish was handsome and strong and he had an awesome accent. Ya couldn't go wrong with a guy like that. She looked over to where he was looking. The boy named Asher was talking to another boy who looked at Irish and winked. Abby's face got red and she heard Irish grind his teeth. "Don't pay any attention to him." She said looking back up. "He doesn't matter right now."

[Irish]

Irish snorted. "Yeah, Levi doesn't matter. It's his mouth that matters. He's friends with Asher, who's sister is Brooke, who use to date Mush, who is now after Ophelia, who is Street's sister, who is currently with Hunter, who is Poet's guard dog. Or, Levi could Asher and Brooke entirely and go straight to Mush-maybe even Street. Bottom line, she'll find out, and I'll be dead." He slumped a little and drained another drink. A waiter looked at him for money and he grinned and said. "Levi Akecheta is buying my drinks tonight." The waiter nodded and walked away. He whispered something to Levi and Levi looked angrily at Irish. He stood and shouted at him.

"Who do you think you are Irish? Huh?!" Levi shouted. Asher looked scared and pulled the boy away. Levi took out his knife and waved it threateningly at Irish. "You owe me money!"

[Abby]

Abby tried to keep up. "So wait, Levi is friends with Asher. I got that. And Asher's sister is Brooke who used to date Mush, but he's now with Street. No, Street's sister. Okay. And this Street is with Poet's guard dog?" She looked confused as she said 'guard dog' but assumed it was another person. "So all in all you're afraid Poet will find out you're with me. And she'll be afta you?" Abby looked angry. "But she don't own you! You can be with whoeva you want ta be with." Before, she had been intimidated by Poet. Now, she was angry. No one could hurt Irish. And no one would.

A waiter came over and Irish told him Levi was buyin' his drinks. The waiter went over to Levi and told him something. Levi pulled a knife and waved it at Irish. Abby shrunk back into her seat. Her eyes wide. She had never seen anyone go off like that. But if he came toward her or Irish she would go off even worse.

[Irish]

Irish nodded. "Close enough. Oi know she don't own me, no one does-except maybe me mam, but that's neither here nor there. But with Poet, ye can't play around with toher girls. She remove things that aren't meant to be removed." He winced as he thought of this. "Poet's been attacked by a killer and lived through it, Oi barely got her to stay with me instead of Jack Kelly-Oi claimed that she was the love of me life-and now Oi'm going around behind her back? Nah, she won't like that..."

Irish grinned at Levi. "Put it away before ye hurt yerself, Indian!" He called.

"Not helping!" Asher called back. Levi was still raging, he had plunged his knife into the table and his hands were flying.

Irish smiled at her. "Don't worry, Levi'll never hurt anybody, I'm amazed he hasn't stabbed himself yet, as many time as he shoved that thing in his back pocket." Irish chuckled. "He did sit on it once, now that was a good day."

[Mush Meyers]

Abby still worried about Irish. She didn't want to see him end up like that. She wanted to know who Killer was but figured it better to not ask. She couldn't read his eyes but when he looked at Levi he seemed fine. Abby relaxed and laughed with Irish. "He sat on it? And he knew it was there." She shook her head. She could tell Levi was the funny one. So far.

[Street]

Irish snorted. "He said he knew it was there, but Levi says alot of things. Plus, he drinks alot. More then a fifteen year old should. I swear, if I ever catch him around me sisters, Oi'll break his Indian neck over me knee." He growled, draining another drink. He shook his head. "Oi'm surprised he hasn't caught a disease yet..." Irish said quietly, hoping she wouldn't hear. It made him laugh though.

[Abby]

Abby had heard him mutter something, and wanted to ask, but then he laughed. She loved his laugh. She smiled with him. He seemed pretty serious about snaping Levi's neck. She decided Irish was not someone you wanted to tick off. She looked over at Levi. He was still screamin' and throwing his hands everywhere. She chuckled. "Is he always like this?" It was funny but she wouldn't want to be anywhere near him right now.

[Irish]

Irish shook his head. "Yeah, most of the time. He swears he's not that bad, 'cause he promised he grandda that he would be a good boy in New York, but so far... He's been okay, but he gets involved with girls to much. And alcohol..." Irish shook his head and shrugged. "None of my buisness, he's technically Spot's responsilbility."

[Abby]

Abby nodded. "Oh. Who is Spot? The Newsies here have weird Nicknames." But whoever Spot was, Abby knew he had to be strong in order to control Levi. He seemed to be a bit calmer. At least he wasn't waving his arms around everywhere. But he did look like he was going to pass out. "Um.. What do we do if he passes out?" Abby had no clue where to take him. She wasn't even sure where this Spot was. She looked at Levi uncertainly. She looked back at Irish. He would know what to do. She loved being with him.

[Irish]

Irish shrugged. "Spot's the toughest newsie in New York. He runs Brooklyn." Irish told her. He looked at Levi. "Nothing. Asher will take care of him, maybe." Irish smiled, "Asher's a good friend of Levi's. Just like me cousin Sean, they all run together." He shrugged.

[Abby]

Abby smiled. Any relative of Irish had to be sweet, but if they ran around with Levi... No she thought, they have ta be nice. She looked over at the two boys. She nodded. "Okay, if ya say so." She didn't want to just leave someone lying on the ground passed out, but she trusted Irish. If he said that Asher would take care of him, he would. Well maybe.

[Irish]

Irish nodded. "Yeah, Levi's left Asher in a couply of tight spots before, so Oi think Asher might return the favor. Oi mean, Levi keeps callin' Asher a fairy 'cause of him and Tyler..." Irish shrugged. "Sean ain't so bad, he's just happy a cute kid like Asher is out of the competition." He smiled.

[Abby]

Abby laughed at Irish's comment. I mean Asher was cute, but more in an adorable little boy kind of way. Irish on the other hand; he was cute in a hot manly kind of way. She looked at him when she thought of this. He saw her openly staring at him and she looked at Levi and Asher quickly. Gosh, how embarrassing! True she wasn't really hiding the staring thing but still.

[Irish]

Irish smiled and patted her hand. "It's okay, honestlly. Levi ain't gonna do anythin'. Plus, Oi'll protect ye." He nodded, happy. "Oi'll protect ye with me life." He winked. "How old are ye? Oi'm seventeen, turnin' eighteen in a bit."