In Between 'Hattan and Brooklyn || A Sprace Story

Chapter 6 - Mornings in the Manhattan Lodge

Race and Albert laugh, shoving him playfully.

Jack walks down the stairs, buttoning his shirt. "It's a crooked game we're playing, one we'll never lose."

"We're all singing." Knobs mutters, fixing his hair. "Do I have to sing?" He turns to Mush.

Mush shakes his head. "We love it if you did, cause your voice is amazing, but you don't have to." He answers.

"Thanks." Knobs responds, singing and riffing slightly as walks off.

Mush smiles amusedly as he watches him. And he says he's a bad singer.

"Long as suckers don't mind paying," Jack continues. "Just to get bad news!"

Newsies: Ain't it a fine life!
Carrying the banner through it all
A mighty fine life!
Carrying the banner tough and tall

JoJo looks at Race, who stood next to him. "Morning, Racer." He greets with a soft smile.

"Morning, Jo." Race responds, smiling back.

They'd join the singing back in a minute.

When that bell rings
We goes where we wishes

"Selling in Brooklyn again?" JoJo asks, fixing his suspenders.

Race nods. "Tumbler requested that I visit him, I couldn't say no to his darn adorable puppy eyes." He tells JoJo.

JoJo chuckles.

We's as free as fishes
Sure beats washing dishes
What a fine life
Carrying the banner home-free all!

Race found Lucky with Specs when he got outside.

Lucky grins at him. "Race!" He exclaims.

Specs chuckles.

Race walks over to them. "Morning, Luck." He looks up at Specs. "Morning, Specs."

Specs smiles.

Lucky waves up at him. "Hi!" He exclaims.

Race chuckles.

His attention was brought off of Lucky and Specs and to Romeo.

"Well, hello, hello, hello, beautiful." Romeo smirks at a girl who had been walking when he blocked her path.

The girl looks him up and down, not impressed.

Race looks at Specs, who had rolled his eyes and looked away, his arms crossed.

Jack pushes Romeo out of the way so he could flirt with the girl.

Race walks over to Romeo. "Specs is jealous." He whispers in the boy's ear.

Romeo smirks. "I'll go fix that." He whispers back, walking away.

Race laughs.

"Hey, Crutchie!" Finch exclaims, standing next to him. "What's your leg say? Gonna rain?" He asks, looking curious.

Race chuckles.

There were some boys who thought Crutchie's on point ability to tell the weather was magic.

Race didn't know how to explain it, but he knew it wasn't magic.

Crutchie was just really good at it.

Course, he'd never tell Crutchie that it wasn't magic. It made him feel special and Race wasn't going to change that.

He was, however, going to tease him a little bit.