Passing the time with a fortune (Race)

[Anthony Higgins]

Once the waitress came and set the plates down, Race began eating with a speed that would have made anyone else sick. He polished off a plate of spaghetti in just a few minutes, and grinned at the growing pile of questionable-looking food in the center of the table. Race took the time between plates of pasta to pick up his cloth napkin and storing several rolls for later on.

Race hadn't noticed the manager at all, but Houdini's utterance made his glance up from his antipasto. He noticed the manager striding towards him, and before he could even register much that was going on, Houdini stood up, grabbed his hand, and dragged him out of the restaurant. He barely kept a hold on his napkin with the bread stowed away inside it, and kept pace with Houdini out of the restaurant.

The manager chased after them, brandishing what looked like a nightstick. Race broke from Houdini's hand and ran alongside her, glancing over his shoulder with a laughing yelp and turning a quick corner. He looked at Houdini for some kind of guidance, having no idea where to go.

((It's fine...I'll work with it. ))

[Houdini]

((Hahaha sorry))

Houdini stopped running, panting two blocks from the restaurant. She glanced behind her to see if Racetrack was still with her after they had separated.

Houdini slumped up against the wall of the building she was standing by and began to laugh. She was fairly used to this sort of thing happening - as she was quite prone to getting into trouble.

"Well," she began after her laughing had ceased for a moment, "That was fun." she paused, looking thoughtful. "The food wasn't half bad eaither..." she said grinning.

((Sorry so short))

[Anthony Higgins]

Racetrack skidded to a stop near Houdini. He doubled over, his hands on his knees to catch his breath. Those cigars weren't helping with his need to run fast sometimes. He sighed, his breathing returning to normal. "Boy! What a time!" he remarked. "You sure know a good time, kiddo..."

"That was fun. The food wasn't half bad eaither..."

He laughed. "Too bad we didn't get to throw any of it." He reached into his pocket and felt the three dollars. His eyes widened. "An' we didn't end up payin' for none of it!" he cried victoriously, bringing out a fist clenched around the three bills. He laughed and shuffled through the bills as if they were a thousand instead of three. "What a steal, boy. What a steal..."

[Houdini]

"Boy! What a time!" he remarked. "You sure know a good time, kiddo..."

Houdini clucked her tongue, "Yeah - but for some reason it always gets me in trouble when I have fun..." she said, furrowing her brow and pretending to look as though she had no idea why she got into trouble. As far as she was concerned, she did the right thing. The right thing for her, that is.

"Too bad we didn't get to throw any of it." "An' we didn't end up payin' for none of it!" "What a steal, boy. What a steal..."

Houdini grinned. They hadn't payed, had they? She giggled a very un-houdinish giggle. Despite the fact that they had just been chased away from a restaurant after eating the food and not paying, she was quite elated at the small fortune she had resting quietly in her pocket. She stood up, and brushed herself off.

"Next race aughta be starting real soon if ya wanna head on over." she said squinting up at the sun. She had learned long ago to tell the time by the sun, as she couldn't afford a watch and stealing one was harder than it looked.