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{riff ff}
Elizabeth Russell seems to have everything but the one thing she's always wanted comes with a different kind of price.
Riff thinks that he has everything he's ever wanted when it comes to the Jets but an unf...
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// - chapter nineteen - \\ "i can't keep up with your turning tables."
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DOC'S DRUGSTORE THURSDAY MORNING
Elizabeth rushed to Doc's Drugstore as fast as she could, not wanting to waste a moment because she was terrified of what would happen if she couldn't stop this. She knew that Tony was just as annoyed with the rumble as she was and that he would do anything to stop it; maybe for a different reason to her but they were all fighting the same battle. Maybe if enough of them rebelled against it then the boys would see that it was wrong and change their minds, that was the hope but it didn't seem like much anymore. Stopping outside the store, the place seemed quieter than usual which was probably due to the Jets only just getting out of the station and the others with Riff, wherever he was getting a gun from.
Pushing open the doors hurriedly, her eyes flickered around the store but couldn't seem to track the tall boy that she knew always worked there. Instead of meeting Tony behind the counter, Valentina had just finished serving an elderly man, who had bought a newspaper and was slowly leaving the store. She saw her favourite girl enter and smiled genuinely before noticing how worried Elizabeth looked and quickly hurried over to her; grabbing her face so that she would stop fretting and just calm down. "What is it? What's wrong?"
"Tony." Elizabeth replied frantically. "I need to speak to Tony."
"He's not here, he's with María. Elizabeth, what is wrong?" The elderly woman did not get a response as the girl spun on her heel and rushed out of the store, desperate to find the only person that could help her. "Elizabeth? Elizabeth!"
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IRISH BAR THURSDAY MORNING
Meanwhile, Riff was sat at a bar in the Docklands with Ice, Action, Tiger and Numbers stood behind him; they were there as backup but even the boys looked nervous in the dark, dilapidated room. A revolver was tossed onto the bar in front of the leader, behind the bar, the unshaven Irish owner, Rory stares challengingly at the boy, daring for him to grab the gun. Seated at the bar next to Riff was Abe, tough-looking and the owner of the gun, he looked sceptical and unfriendly at the customers that were in front of him. He didn't think that they had experience and he didn't think they could be trusted with a weapon, he didn't sell to inexperienced children.
