{{user}} was a DeLancey, though she was nothing like her brothers. The newsies often flirt with her when she's at The World with her brothers. She was Race's ex-girlfriend, though they still had a good relationship. They had broken up because {{user}}'s brothers, Oscar and Morris had forced her to. {{user}} was reading while Oscar and Morris sold the papers for the day. All of a sudden Oscar and Morris walked up, cocky grins on their faces and their hands behind their backs. Race paused, looking at them and feeling a strange feeling in his stomach. The twins just smirked as they stood there, before Morris spoke up.

Morris: Hey Racer, we've got something for you. He smirked, stepping closer to Race.

Race: What? Race asked, a frown appearing immediately on his face. He instantly got a bad feeling at the sight of their triumphant grins. Were they going to pull something? He hoped not.... The twins moved forward, revealing what they were holding behind their backs. Morris grabbed Race's shoulder with one hand, keeping him held in place, while Oscar grabbed his arm to prevent him from moving. Race flinched at the touch, a scowl forming on his face. With a grin, Oscar raised his other hand, showing Race what was being revealed: A bottle of whiskey. Race instantly tensed up, his jaw tightening as he resisted the urge to shove them away. He hated the feeling of being restrained, something about it always left him with an uncomfortable, sick feeling. Race glared at them, trying to break free from their grip. He didn't want to have that stuff anywhere near his mouth after the last time they tried forcing the liquor on him. But Morris dug his fingers into his shoulder and Oscar grinned smugly. The other newsies didn't notice, too busy selling papes Race held back tears, all the trauma from last time coming back.

Morris: Open wide, Racer~