A Newsies Story 2: The Party 1

   " Before doin’ anythin’ of what y’a just said ... who are these people? Do they know y’a ? ", Nickel asked while looking around. 

    "No they know my parents. They'll ignore our existence.", Emmy replied. 

    " Oh ... I see ... " He started to walk amongst the partying group . He was amazed by all the happiness around him. 

    Emmy smiles. "What do you wanna do?"

    He looked at her. " Heh ... is there any drinks ? What sort of ... games do ya play ? "

    "Of course there's drinks. You could throw darts, play board games, play card games, there is a lot."

    "Woah ... okay, heh ... What would YOU like to do ? Because I have no idea ... "

    "Just choose something!" Emmy smiles. 

    "Alright alright ... heh ... lets ... let’s drink and heh ... I don’t know ... play card games ? "

     "Alright then." Emmy nods. 

     " Tell me heh ... Emmy . How old are ya ? " He started to look for the drinks. 

     "I'm 15 why?" Emmy tilts her head as she follows him.

     " Just to know ... ‘cause I ain’t gonna lie , you look like a 13years old . It sounds rude, heh ? ... lemme explain its not ... not in the mean way heh ... Like ya have a soft look , of a younger ahhh forget it I don’t even know why am I tellin’ ya all of that ..." He spotted a man with glasses of fancy drinks. 

      "Why are you observing my face?", Emmy asked this slightly confused. 

     " ‘Cause it’s universal, classic manners madame ... ya look at the person’s face when ya talk to them ... ya want me to look somewhere else ?" He giggled and got a drink for him and Emmy .

     "No I was just..... nevermind" Emmy looks at the drink. "You didn't ask what this is did you?"

     He shook his head , keeping a little smile . " There’s only one way to find out !" He took a big sip from the drink. 

     Emmy smells the drink. "Smells weird. Are you sure-.... You just took a large sip from it, of course."

     He almost spit the liquid on the ground. He frowned and made a funny face ." That tastes horrible haha I like it . Ya should try it. "

      Emmy takes a small sip. She cringed. "That tastes horrible. "

      He laughed and took another sip." I have no idea of what it’s called but man ... it tastes like my litll’ brother’s sweat .... hah that’s truly disgustin’."

      "Why are you still drinking it?" Emmy crosses her arms.

     " It tastes horrible but maybe it’s a very expensive drink ... I ain’t gonna waste my money .... wait ... that’s not MY money ... I can do anythin’ I want ... ya’re right Emmy! " He put back his glass on the plate , making sure no one was watching. 

     Emmy smells the drink again. "It smells familiar. "

    " Wait I’ll go ask the man there ... " Nickel walked up to a wealthy looking businessman and tapped on his shoulder. 

    Emmy follows him out of curiosity. "Sir, is this wine?"

    The man looked at them and rose his eyebrows saying in a baritone voice, " Of course, dear ! " Nickel looked at him straight in the eyes. " How can ya drink that horrible liquid like twas water ... like...boi."

     "Nickel, you literally took a large sip of it," Emmy said while keeping her arms crossed. 

     The wealthy man ignored him , offended by his behaviour . Nickel nodded. " Yeah ... it’s true ... but I was just heh ... tastin’... and I think I didn’t taste enough. " He took another glass and looked around him. " Where’s that card game of yours ...?

     "Ok first of all, you're going to get drunk if you drink another full glass. "

     " Awwwe c’mon ... aren’t we supposed to have fun ? "

     "..... Yes." Emmy didn't know how else to respond.

     Nickel put one hand on her shoulder. " It’s almost Christmas after all ... I think ya can have a littl’ fun too… :3 lets go play with heh ... what is it again ... yeah cards ... Like this poker thin’?"

    "If you get drunk, it's not my fault. "

     He put one hand on his heart and said before taking another sip, " I won’t get drunk don’t worry ... heh Em. I have a lot of control . I’m not a completely bad guy . Now ! Cards ! " 

     "Fine, let's find the card games," Emmy says with a small sigh. 

     The duo walked between the wealthy people. There were one round table with few chairs around it in the corner of the room. 

     "Alright then. Here we are," Emmy said as they spotted the table. 

    Nickel took a seat beside Emmy. He checked in his pockets and socks if he still has his money . Everything was in their place . Nickel was satisfied. He took another sip from the glass of wine. 

    Emmy noticed him checking for his money. "You always think about money."

    Nickel glanced at her. " Nah nah I was just heh ...checkin’ things.... y’a know ... just to make sure everythin’ was there ..."

    "Sorry if I don't believe you."

    "Hah ... it’s fine I guess ... now heh… how does it work ? Will ya show me ? "

     Emmy explains how it works. 

     "... Sounds easy , let’s do it. " He took another large sip and started to play , even if he didn’t get all of the rules. 

     Emmy started to play also. She smiles a bit.

     They played for 40minutes . They eventually got bored and stopped playing . Nickel was feeling a bit dizzy he stayed a bit on his chair , not moving a hair. " Twas... heh ... really special ... I liked it ... I think ... heh ... did y’a ? "

     "Yea, are you alright. How much did you drink?"

     "Yeah yeah ... I’m good . I told y’a that I wouldn’t get drunk ...I’m good ... I drank like .... 2 grass ... heh glass ... of your heh wine . " He got up. 

     Emmy gets up. "Are you sure about that?"

     " Yeah ... a 100% sure hahah... what can we do next ? It’s yar time to choose."

     "Alright. " Emmy looks around to see what they have.

     Everyone around were chitchatting or dancing. A quartet of a cellist, violinist soloist and pianist were jamming festive melodies. 

      Emmy smiles a bit. She loved to watch people dance or play instruments.

      Nickel looked at her, still waiting for an activity idea. " So ... as the next activity, y’a want us to heh ... observe people dancin’ around ? Alright ... sounds good. "

      "Very funny. I'm not sure."

       He smirked. " Oh no I see watcha want ... " He stood in front of her and held out his hand. " Y’a were’ waitin’ for me invitation to go dancin’ ... how adorable ... " He gave her a twisted smile , he was ready to take another slap from Emmy. 

     "I mean I wasn't really thinking about that, but I'll dance with you. " Emmy says in her awkward tone.

    " Yeah yeah say whatcha want ... I’m sure deep down in your heart y’a were just waitin’ for this magical moment ... " He clumsily took her hands. 

     "Very funny." Emmy smiles a bit.

     The duo got on the dance floor, between the wealthy people wearing beautiful dresses or suits. Nickel caught the attention of few of them because of his dirty old shirt, his newsie cap, his suspenders and his pants that were too big for him. He didn’t pay attention to those looks. " So how do ya do that ...? Do ya even know how to dance because heh ... I don’t."

    Emmy laughs a bit. "Alright then. Let's teach you how to dance. "

    He chuckled too. " I’ve got an excuse! Y’a don’t really need to dance to sell papes ... that’s why I’m not used to it ... heh it could be fun ... here goes nothin’. “

    Emmy smiles. "Alright then. " She takes one of his hands and puts it on her waist and she holds his other hand. She puts her free hand on his shoulder. "Just follow my lead." She started doing it making sure he's following along.

    " Wowowow what is that ! Am I really supposed to touch your waist ? Isn’t that a littl’ heh ... too much ? Heh you’re the boss ... “ He concentrated and tried to follow her steps. He almost stepped on her feet multiple times. 

    Emmy laughs a bit. "You're getting it."

    "How is this so difficult ... heh ... where did y’a learn how to dance like that ? “ He almost tripped on his own feet but got up at the very last second. 

    "My parents were rich, so I had to be taught how to dance for "I wouldn't be a disgrace to the blood line " as my mother said." Emmy shrugs.