Short fic writing trip

Wes a family 8

The center was bustling as newsies gathered around to get their papers. Jack offered to pay for Siren's stack, but she insisted she spend her last couple of coins on her new job. They made their way to the window where a middle aged porky and balding man sat looking bored.

"Hiya dere weasel, did ya miss me?" The man just sighed and muttered a 'wisel' under his breath. Jack shrugged and put down his pay, "I'll take the usual."

The man, Wisel, plopped a bundle of papers in front of him and shooed Jack away.

"Next."

"20 papes please."

Wisel actually looked up to peered at Siren with suspicious eyes. "I aint seen ya before, you a new kid?"

Siren nodded and placed her money in front of the man, declaring the conversation over. With a shrug Wisel gave the newsgirl her stack and shooed her away as well. She looked around, hoping Jack didn't walk off without her. When she spotted him, she noticed two others were talking to him, one who looked to be Jack's age and the other much younger, perhaps around 8 or 9. Unsure of if she should approach, Siren stood awkwardly a little ways away from the group.

She didnt know how long it took for Jack to notice, but eventually he did, and happily waved her over to the little group. Still a bit nervous, she held her stack close to her chest and stood a little behind Jack.

"Si, I was just talkin bout ya! 'Ere, yer gonna love these two," he grabbed her by the shoulder and pointed to the two boys, "This is m' best friend Davey, and his litta brodda Les, kid's a real money maker wit dat smile of his. And Davey's just the best, real smart guy and an even smarta mouth, dat's his nickname actually, Mouth. But he aint too bad, I think you two would get along great!" Not once during his rambling about Davey did Jack's eyes leave the boy, making the poor guy's head spin. Siren just looked between the two and chuckled. She held out her hand and introduced herself.

"Name's Siren, its a pleasua ta meet ya." Both boys took to shaking her hand, the younger one, Les, lingering a little longer with a curious look in his eyes.

"Aint that a gorls name? You don't look like a gorl."

Davey lightly smacked his little brother on the head. "Leslie Jacobs, don't be rude!"

"Owww, what was that for?"

Siren just laughed, "it's alright, he's right anyway, I just look like this to sell papes."

Davey was taken aback, but just shook his head and sighed. He's known the newsies too long to question them anymore. Instead he continued the conversation.

"Jack has told me all about you, how are you holding up? Y'know, with your injuries?"

"Well well, didn't know I was so famous, who else ya been blabbin to Jack?" Siren elbowed the boy as he laughed, then turned back to Davey. "I'm doin great, thanks, Jack's finally lettin me off bedrest so Is can sell wit 'im."

Davey smiled, "that's good to hear, say we shouldn't keep you from your jobs, why dont we meet up at Jacobi's later after you're done. Does 4 sound good?"

Siren was about to respond before Jack cut her off, nodding enthusiastically. "4's perfect for me- uh us, for us. We'll see ya dere." Davey nodded and waved goodbye with Les in tow, Jack waved back with the stupidest smile on his face that Siren had ever seen. She couldn't help but bust up laughing.

"Dats one hell of a best friend ta get you studdain and smilin as much as yous doin right now." She chuckled.

"Ah, shuddup."