In Between 'Hattan and Brooklyn || A Sprace Story

Chapter 10 - "Sit Your Butt Back Down and Quit Complaining."

- Chapter 10 - Jack is in on the 'You're Half Brooklyn' Thing -
Warnings: Strike? Teasing? Jack being a butt? Idk
Third Person POV

All of the Newsies then went to Jacobi's Diner.

Race and JoJo were still making fun of their redheaded best friend for the seltzer thing, when they heard Davey start speaking.

Davey raises his glass. "I'd say we launched our strike in the most auspicious manner." He toasts, smiling.

Race looks to his two best friends.

Albert and JoJo shrug.

Race heard other murmurs as they tried to figure out what he meant.

Race shoots Jack a look. Smart school boy, huh, Jack?

Jack just shrugs.

Davey's ears slowly turn red when he realizes no one understood what that word meant.

Race chuckles against his drink as he takes slow sips.

He'd learned from being on the street for years that it was better to go slowly when eating and drinking stuff to savor it, even if it was just water.

"I don't know 'bout that." Mush starts, still looking confusedly at Davey. "But we sure scared the bajeebers out of Weasel!"

Race noticed that he was sitting on Blink's lap, Blink's arms around him.

Typical.

Race, Albert, and JoJo share looks, laughing together while the other boys cheered.

"And did you see the Delancey's? They didn't know which way was up!" Crutchie exclaims, grinning.

They cheer again.

Race chuckles quietly. They sure were a bit surprised that we decided to strike, but I feel like Weasel just expects anything from us and doesn't underestimate us anymore.

"So what's next?" Jack asks Davey, placing his cup on the table.

Davey turns to face him. "Now, you have to spread the word." He answers." Let the rest of the cities Newsies know about the strike." He explains.

Jack nods, standing up on his chair. "You heard the man, let's split up and spread the word." He tells them.

Mush jumps up. "I'll take Harlem!" He exclaims.

Jack nods.

"I got Midtown!" Race exclaims, jumping up from his seat and raising his hand.

"Nope," Jack points back to Race's seat. "Sit down."

Race stares at him. "Why?" He mutters, sitting back down in his seat, his arms crossed.

"Who's taking Midtown?" Jack asks, looking around the boys.

Albert shrugs, raising his hand. "I'll take Midtown."

Race shoots him a not subtle glare. If you hadn't taken it, and no one else had taken it, Jack would've been forced to let me take it.

Race knew he was wrong though. Jack would've just forced someone to go and it would've have been Race.

Jack nods.

"I got the Bronx!" JoJo exclaims, jumping up and grinning.

Jack smiles, nodding.

"And I got the Bowery!" Buttons pumps his fist in the air.

Jack nods, pointing to Specs. "Specs, you take Queens." He instructs him.

"Got it, Boss!" Specs exclaims.