ain't it a fine life

introduction

I'm not sure how this'll work, but we'll see idk. I just had this character idea for a newsie fic and I'm not too sure how to write the story, so here's just a short intro while i really figure it out.

If you were to ask any of Jack Kelly's boys who Kip was, they'd probably shrug and tell you that they'd never heard of anyone by that name. Be sure to remind them that they're lying- and then run because the second you accuse them of lying, they'll be sure to throw a punch.

It's not that there was anything wrong with Kip, it's just that she definitely hurt a few egos at her time selling papers with them. There weren't many other girls working along side them and the guys assumed that those few were fair game. To be rejected so many times tends to make you want to forget the person who rejected you.

"She's a joke," Jack was telling Race as they made their daily rounds, "All these ladies are practically selling themselves for money and she won't even give any of us the time of day!"

"I bet she ain't ever done it before," Race suggested, "Waiting for 'Mr. Perfect' to take her to bed."

"I just don't get it. What woman in their right minds wouldn't use the opportunity to get paid for something that feels good," Jack shook his head, "I just don't get it."

"Would you have sex with a stranger for money?" Crutchie comes up behind them, "Maybe she wants to be more than someone to sleep with. Not every woman is there for men to enjoy."

"You wouldn't understand! You got a sweet deal with your limp and all, people eat that stuff up. Most girls gotta use their special something or nobody is gonna take 'em seriously," Race rambled, "She could make way more if she showed something more, is all I'm saying."

Crutchie shook his head, "No, Race, you don't understand. None of you fellas understand! Some people want to be treated for more than their physical appearances or disadvantages! Even now, she does her best not to be treated any differently, and all of you still act like she only sells anything because of her breasts. Same way you tell me that I'm only worth my crutch. It ain't fair and I'm sick of it. We ain't all the perfect example of the working man, but we certainly got personality which is really all we need."