BMC & DEH One-shots

I Gots Poisonality Pt 3

Once Jer had situated the boys in seats that weren't taken or situated next to grumpy old men, he quickly climbed the stairs to the private boxes. Usually, they were empty due to the cost or the day- it really didn't matter the reason, but Jer knew this one was bound to be empty, so you can imagine his shock when a girl was sat in one of the comfortable chairs, scribbling on a notepad aggressively as the Bowery Beauties preformed their number on the stage below. She was pretty, he noticed soon as he could get a real look at her. She had dark hair that reached just above her collar and although the colour of her dress was a little... eccentric, the pink and green corset seemed to compliment her figure. Not to mention her gorgeous brown eyes and equally breathtaking face.

Jer could stare at her all day.

Well he would've.

"This is a private box!" She turned her beautiful eyes to him, her face set in a glare.

"Then ya should've locked the door huh, sweetheart?"

Jer mustered up as much innuendo and swagger as he could as he pulled up a chair of his own, pulling a spare newspaper from his vest pocket. He caught her staring at him from the corner of his eye as he began to sketch. "Like what you see?"

She huffed. "Hardly," her pencil began to move again as she continued to write notes. "Go away. I'm working."

"Oh a workin' girly, huh?" He had to admit, he was slightly impressed a girl like her would still be working and not a happy housewife yet. "Doin' what exactly?"

"Reviewing the show for the New York Sun."

"Hey, I work for The World!"

He mentally kicked himself. Not only did he sound like a complete idiot, he just highlighted the fact that he and the pretty girl worked on enemy papers.

The girl only seemed more annoyed with Jer as she rolled her shoulders. "Somewhere out there someone cares." She pointed into the middle of the crowd below. "Oh look, go tell them!"

Jer chuckled, shaking his head. "The view's better here..." that was not necessarily true, the view was ok, but he was merely talking about the view of her and not the show below that he was supposed to be watching... oops. Mister Larkin would understand anyway.

"Please go," The girl turned to glare at him again. "I'm not in the habit of speaking to strangers."

"You're gonna make a lousy reporter then." He spat in his hand, holding it out to her to which the girl batted away. At least she touched him right? That counted? "The name's Jer Kelly."

"Is that what it says on your rap sheet?"

Jer snorted. "Oh real funny." This girl had balls, and he could admire that, too much in fact. It was as if she was a lot more than she let off. She had looks, clearly she had brains, she was hardworking, spoke her mind, hell she might even be the one for Jer- uh provided he didn't get his ass whooped first. "A smart girl huh? Beautiful, smart, independent." He listed each thing on the fingers as he leaned back in what he hoped was a flirtatious way. "I admire smart girls."

The girl stuck up her middle finger proudly. Huh, no shame, add that to the list. "Do you mind?!"

A ruckus of displeased shouts came from below and Jer bit his lip to keep from laughing as the girl shied away. "Hey you up there!" Mister Larkin called. "You got in for free, at least pay attention." And then he caught it, the slight wink directed at Jer. Mister Larkin knew exactly what was going on.

Jer ducked down quickly apologising. "Sorry Mr Reyes..." he whispered quite loudly.

As the number went on below, the reporter continued to take her notes and Jer continued his sketch, subtly glancing at her every so often. It didn't take a genius to see he was already falling in love with this girl from The Sun. He didn't have words to describe it all let alone charming poetry that Romeo usually used to draw in girls... besides moonlight was more effective if you wanted a girl to think you were more handsome... but he didn't have any of that either.