[Newsies fic] Either You Stand or You Fall
Title: Either You Stand or You Fall
Author: kiriga
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Race, Spot
Warnings: smoking teenagers?
Words: 100
Summary: Race and Spot have a short conversation.
Notes: A short only-dialogue drabble, except for the last 7 words. I don't have any particular feelings about this piece either. Wanted to write something/anything about the fact that Brooklyn apparently disappears after Jack becomes a scab, and this drabble was born. But it doesn't really do anything. I still want to write something that explains more how/why Brooklyn leaves, but that'll be for another day.
Written using 64damn_prompts's prompt nr 4. lost scene.
“Spot, whatcha doing out here?”
“Thought I’d get some air.”
“You’re smoking.”
“None o’ your business, Race. What’re you doing out?”
“I came to smoke. Got a light?”
“Sure, here.”
“Thanks.”
“Me and my boys is leaving.”
“Thought so. I understand.”
“What’re you gonna do ‘bout the strike?”
“With Brooklyn leaving, everyone else’ll leave too. But I guess Manhattan’s still in the game.”
“That’s stupid. You won’t win.”
“Yeah, it’s stupid.”
“Why do you do it if you know?”
“No idea.”
“You’re a fool. Take care of yourself, Race”
“Yeah, you too, Spot.”
They part and walk in different directions.
Author: kiriga
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Race, Spot
Warnings: smoking teenagers?
Words: 100
Summary: Race and Spot have a short conversation.
Notes: A short only-dialogue drabble, except for the last 7 words. I don't have any particular feelings about this piece either. Wanted to write something/anything about the fact that Brooklyn apparently disappears after Jack becomes a scab, and this drabble was born. But it doesn't really do anything. I still want to write something that explains more how/why Brooklyn leaves, but that'll be for another day.
Written using 64damn_prompts's prompt nr 4. lost scene.
“Spot, whatcha doing out here?”
“Thought I’d get some air.”
“You’re smoking.”
“None o’ your business, Race. What’re you doing out?”
“I came to smoke. Got a light?”
“Sure, here.”
“Thanks.”
“Me and my boys is leaving.”
“Thought so. I understand.”
“What’re you gonna do ‘bout the strike?”
“With Brooklyn leaving, everyone else’ll leave too. But I guess Manhattan’s still in the game.”
“That’s stupid. You won’t win.”
“Yeah, it’s stupid.”
“Why do you do it if you know?”
“No idea.”
“You’re a fool. Take care of yourself, Race”
“Yeah, you too, Spot.”
They part and walk in different directions.