In Between 'Hattan and Brooklyn || A Sprace Story

Chapter 6 - Mornings in the Manhattan Lodge

- Chapter 6 - Time to Actually Carry the Banner, Not Just Sing About It -
Warnings: None? Slight teasing
Third Person POV

"Hey!" Jack shouts from his penthouse. "Specs! Racer! Henry! Albert! Elmer! Get a move on!" He chuckles. "Them papes don't sell themselves!"

Race grins, fixing his suspenders as he walks into the bunk room. "Hey, Albert! Elmer! Specs! You heard Jack!" He pushes Boots off of his bunk. "Get a move on!"

Boot scowls at Race from the floor, but gets up.

Albert stands next to Race, buttoning his shirt. "I was having the most beautiful dream," he informs Race. "My lips are still tingling!"

Romeo shoots Finch a smirk.

Finch was already smirking as he stared at Albert.

"Ooh," Race shoves Albert lightly. "A pretty girl?" He asks. "Or boy?" He lowers his voice.

Albert's eyes were heart eyes. "A leg of lamb." He answers, his voice soft and his cheeks dusted with blush.

Race leans over. "If you don't confess to Finch by the end of tomorrow, I will smack you." He mutters in his ear.

Albert rolls his eyes, taking the cigar out of Race's mouth.

"Hey!" Race exclaims. "That's my cigar!" He tries to grab it.

Albert holds the cigar above his head. "You'll steal another." He responds with a cheeky smirk.

Race glares at him, going to smack him when Specs put his arm around his shoulder, stopping him.

"Hey look!" Specs exclaims, grinning. "It's bath time at the zoo!" He snickers.

Race snickers with him.

Albert was more content with staring at Race's cigar that he twirls around in his hand, leaning against the wall.

Henry walks into the room with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He rolls his eyes at them. "I thought that I'd surprise my mother!" He grins.

Tommy boy looks over at him, his eyes widening and his face turning bright red when he sees him.

He quickly runs over to Ike, who hugs him.

Ike chuckles as Tommy boy digs his head into his chest, trying to look away from Henry and make the embarrassment disappear.

"If you can find her." Albert comments, not knowing exactly what he was saying.

Henry smirks at Ike and Tommy boy, before Albert's words dawned on him.

"Who asked you?!" Most of the Newsies in the room exclaim.

Certain Newsies smack Albert with their hats.

Albert holds his head, cringing a bit in pain.

Race snatches the cigar back from him, placing it in his mouth.

Albert rolls his eyes, walking off. "I think I need a new selling spot." He starts. "Got any ideas?" Albert asks Race, walking next to him.

Spot the Newsie popped into Race's mind.

Race shakes himself out of it, turning to face Albert. "From bottle alley to the harbor," he grins. "There's easy pickings guaranteed."

"Oh, so we're singing this morning." Knobs mutters as he walks past them.

Race laughs a bit.

Finch stands next to him and Albert. "Try any banker, bum, or barber. They almost all knows how to read!" He jokes.