Topic: Interlude 2 - Connie

Kendall Bree

Date: 2010-10-02 02:36 EST
Look, I ain't sure what-all went down "tween Marx an' Bree. Some as want to say Bree was askin" for it, mouthin" off t' Marx way she does everybody else. Xe says what Bree was really askin", "cause why else she gonna go t' th' Mercy Street dive what th' Makos ain't used for weeks"

Me, I know why Bree went there, that much anyway. Went "cause she ain't been street-ridin" regular for months, now. Few days here"n there, keep in touch, but it ain't th' same. You ain't plugged int' th' dives an' hideys, ain't got all the word when you ain't livin" here.

Now, Sweet Lolita, all stretched-out long of him, he says Bree was asking after Denner. Curly-headed kid what?s one of us rag-tags Bree slipped a copper to for an easy run when she booked over, picked up more"n she could run. Happen t' know Denner's runnin" edgewise t' Meyer's stable of sweet faces, but ain't there yet. Thing is, no way for Bree t' grok it, she ain't here. So she comes askin", an' Marx finds her.

An" everybody knows Marx got a thirst on him for th' snappy redhead, thirst an' burn. So he talks her down t' th' Mercy Street dive, an' ain't nobody sure what happened but for Bree walkin" punch drunk out t' End holding her arm, lookin" fair used or near to. An" Marx staggers out while later short a pint of red an' plus a gapin" hole in his shoulder.

Herb woman patched him up " an' he paid on th' Boss-Lady's dime, account of th' news what he had. Seems Bree got herself hitched t' th' toff what came down here that time. Got herself a cushy set, rich digs an' a score t' have her set fer life.

An" she ain't done nothin" t' come back for us what she used t' be one of. Cheap, cold-hearted bint, just like her da. Lie t' you twice in a breath an' never blink, lift th' glim, hand it back t' score bigger.

Anyway, yesterday Marx shows up again, patch on his shoulder what stinks sweetish-rotting, an' flyin" high on th' Fairy Dust. Now, you know well as me there's only one way Marx is layin" hands on Dust, an' that's straight-up from th' Boss-Lady's own stores, account of Marx pissed off Soryal long time back an' nobody deals t' him no more.

So Marx is askin" after Bree, an' he started "askin?" with me, account of I leastwise know where t' start lookin" for folks. Marx askin" nice" That's why I ain't got bruises on m' face, only where it don't show t' th' marks an' Johns. So I talk t' Xe, what heard from Nan that got it from Ry who's brother t' Tanner that works with Louie on Bree's building, that Bree's up top floor t' Riverview, one"a them private rooms.

So Marx is flyin" high an' on th' hunt, an' I ain't but half-hoping he finds her an' reminds her good of what she is. One"a us, not one?a them. Got what you want, Gray-man' Then pass my glim an' my score, an' clear out. Yer too sharpish for this corner.