The Ravenswood Lodging House"It ain't right for girls to sell papers...they get tough and heaps o' things." --Melvin, a newsie in Covington, Kentucky, circa 1900
Vacancies: Cats: *is sitting on the front steps, eating a cookie* *looks up at you with a raised eyebrow* Who are you? *insert your name here* Cats: *eyes you* Weren't you supposed to be here half an hour ago? *you check your watch and nod* Cats: Well why the hell weren't you? Ali: *peeks out of the lodging house* Cats, are you antagonizing a stranger? Cats: *jumps* No! Of course not! *to you* Right? Ali: Mhm.... *smiles slightly* Be nice... Cats: *haughty sniff* I'm always nice. Ali: Mhmm.... *will leave it at that* Cats: *sticks her tongue out at Ali* Hush. You're undermining my authority. Ali: Oh... right. *hushes* Cats: *turns back to you* I suppose you want to come inside, then, don't you? Ali: *nods* *isn't that kind of a given?* *you nod* Cats: Alright then, let's go...*gets up and heads on inside, obviously expecting you to follow* Ali: *waits for you, holding the door open* --- The current weather in New York City: |