Short Story with Written with Twenty's Slang Words for Ap History

Cash or Check

It was just after 9 when John pulled up out side of Dorothy's house. Dorothy was feeling especially peppy even though she had the Heebie Jeebies about their date! She was promising herself that she wouldn't act like a dumb dora, even if he was a Sheik. As he got out of his jalopy, Dorothy noticed how spiffy he was looking.

"Horse Feathers! Pull yourself together," she said aloud.

Checking herself in the mirror she thought she looked pretty swell, as well she should; she had been dolling up since late that afternoon. When he knocked on the door she jumped. Smiling she opened it, oh he was the bee's knees!

"Good Evening, Dorothy, you're looking especially keen tonight!"

At this Dorothy giggled, replying, "John don't be trying your lines on me you, cake eater you!"

To which he smartly replied, "Never kiddo"

"So where will we be going tonight."

"I thought we would go down to the main drag, and go to a ritzy café for coffee or see a film. Whichever you prefer."

"Well both those options sound swell, but I would love to see that new darb movie every ones been talking about! What was it called?" she asked giving him a questioning look as they made their way to the car.

"Metropolis? That sounds Jake but, "'Wings" sounds better to me."

"Well then, "Wings" it is!" She declared smiling.

The rest of they way there they punched the bag.

When they arrived, he parked and started walking around the car to open the door for her. As he did he noticed some teenage boys slowly approaching from across the street.

"Hey mister!" One called.

"Pipe down," he said, "can't you see I'm out with my girl. Scram you lousy bums!" He could tell they were spifflicated by the way they couldn't walk in a straight line, and were acting quite goofy!

As they came closer he walked to the rear of the car and threatened, "If you boys don't beat it, I'm going to call the cops. Where did you get your hooch anyway, I'm sure the cops would love to make a pinch!"

"Chill man, we're leaving" said the teens as they slowly backed away with their hands in the air. He noticed one of them upchucking as he ran down the road. John watched them until they were way down the street. Then he walked around and opened up Dorothy's door.

"Something wrong John?" she asked. Wondering why he took so long outside.

"Naw, just a few hoods looking for a clam but I got rid of 'em."

"My hero," she said leaning into his chest.

"I think we better hurry the movie is