#But nothing beats tossing off 50s like it's monopoly money

[nefretemerson]

i love spending money soooooo much.

[beanjuice-duh]

The UNTAMEABLE Peggy Schuyler

a/n: ... guess who finished 6 episodes of kimmy schimt? meee.  summary: Peggy is a sweet but strong willed girl who is taking on the city with her untamed spirit. She rooms with some colorful individuals and manages to make some great friends all the while hoping her past doesn’t bite her in the ass. warning: unedited/raw draft drabble & corny ass plot w/c: 1865

1. Peggy & the Boys

“Welcome to Fatro Bank, how can I help you?” 

“Yes, hi, I’d like to take all the money out of my bank account please.” “Name Ma’am” “Margarita Schuyler, but everyone calls me Peggy.” “Mm…Ma’am you have eighteen-thousand dollars in the bank with us…” “I know, I want it all.”

Nothing beat the summer in New York City. It was an aesthetic to get use to. The noxious fumes of cars and trash, the neon colors of signs meeting the contrast of bland and lonesome concrete, yes the city was not for everyone. Making it here meant selling a bit of humanity. Manners and dignity were often second hand traits to survival, the hustle and bustle. It was no place for a girl of eight teen sporting a semi-expensive yellow dress in the middle of Brooklyn’s busiest intersection. It was no place for wide brown eyes and a duffle bag full of dreams and wonders.

It was not a place for the tamed and the easily broken. 

It was a good thing that among the many things the youngest of the Schuyler girls had was an untamed spirit. Of course running away at nineteen was unheard of. Peggy deliberated for days before her big scheme whether she was suffering from some sort of stress crisis. But from what? Perhaps the pressures of having two seemingly perfect sisters and who were leading perfect lives? The idea of going to college and unsure what to pursue or maybe the boy her father had introduced her to was finally getting on her last nerve? “ugh…” she grumbled scratching her arm, all of it was giving her hives. She shook her head and began walking down the line of lovely brownstone apartments. “Excuse me.” She walked up to a man with large, mane like hair. “Are you selling these homes? I’d like one, please. Something with a view…ooo and maybe some shelves…” The man turned his head and arched an eyebrow. “You would hm? Sure darling let me toss in some open floor plans and a pool on the roof while I’m at it.” “Oh I don’t need a pool, maintenance on those are In.Sane.” Peggy giggled looking around. The man in the purple suit ran a hand over his puff of hair, letting it spring back to form. “Darlin’, why don’t you run back to your mommy and daddy. Unless you got 10k to drop on me every month these houses are not for the likes of you.” “Pay…you?” “Yes, darling, see I bought these houses off some I dunno, immigrant family or whatever, flipped them for profit and fun. Its like…playing monopoly with…a lot more racial displacement and gentrification.” “That sound awful.” “I’m a Jefferson, its what I do. Now, leave before I call the cops on your pretty little behind”  Thomas wiggled his fingers as Peggy made a face taking a few steps back from the front steps of the building. He was a very mean man who had a very nice voice. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that, no matter. Surely there had to be another place. The hike around Brooklyn’s more scenic areas reminded her of visits to her aunt in Manhattan. Lovely buildings with iron fences and small rooftop gardens, more importantly the adventure that waited at every corner. Peggy found a few cats, a couple with triples riding a bike while drinking juices, and a homeless man she traded 50$ for his snap-back hat. This was the most fantastic day already! And it wasn’t even noon. Peggy paused in front of another row of lovely buildings and noticed there was a sign beside the stairs that read ‘Property of Thomas Jefferson’ and a phone number. “Here too? Man…he must really like monopoly.” She turned up her lip and kept walking. It seemed every building she tried so far was owned by Thomas…Finally after two hours Peggy hiked herself away from the soft, urban scenery of the upper class too…a drastically different view. She took two steps back and felt the warm, bird singing ambiance of the nicer neighborhood then took a step forward and was immediately met with the sounds of police sirens and crying babies. “Trippy…” she muttered walking down the cracked sidewalk, the buildings were mostly condemned with a few where shirtless men lounged on the stoop. They catcalled her and she immediately turned around. “Hi I’m Peggy Schuyler and most definitely not your…’Mama’ do you know where I can find a place to stay” after some crude offers and red faced insults the men were left dumbfounded as Peggy stormed off. Having left a copy of her eldest sister’s book ‘Women: how to treat them, how to love them’. To be honest she was just happy to get rid of it, it weighed a ton. Eventually she stopped a particularly rundown looking apartment with a large shouldered black man sitting back in the stood with a bag opened. She was on guard, ready to breeze past him when she noticed there was a ‘Roommate Wanted’ sign beside him. “Oh! Oh are you?...” “Yes!” The man exclaimed, “can’t a black man knit on his property without the police—oh you’re not police. Sorry, I’ve been frisked twice. I’m having a bad day.” “I’m so sorry why would anyone do that to you?...what’s frisk?” “They pat me down looking for something, then they laugh at me when they find my back is full of yarn and knitting needles. You honestly can’t win this some people.” Hercules shrugged a bit. “what can I do for you lil lady?” “Sir, I am looking for a place to stay!” Herc looked her up and down taking in her shiny flats and yellow dress… “That hat…does not go with your outfit” He commended on beaten up Red Soxs hat. “I wanted to blend in with New York.” “Rule one: New Yorkers HATE the Red Sox, also I think that hat has fleas.” He motioned to her head, suddenly Peggy tossed the hat aside and began scratching her head feverishly. “As for the place, we need a roommate, but I don’t know…” “Please, please, please I can pay!” She opened her duffle bag and Herc took a step back. He hadn’t seen that much money in years. “I’ve been walking for hours and I can’t find a place that isn’t owned by that…Jeffy guy.” “Ok, hold your roll sweetheart” “Peggy, my name is Peggy.” “Ok Peggy, why do you have all that cash are you some…new age drug dealer?” “No I’m…” She paused wondering if this would be the time to reveal she was a wealthy daughter to a wealthy lawyer from upstate. “I won the lotto?” Herc looked at her for some time and crossed his arms. Peggy felt sweat bead up against her neck as she held back nervous giggles that would give her away in no time. “Alright…but you have to pass the roommate test with the rest of the guys.” “Of course!” wait, guys she paused. She followed Herc up seven flights of stairs until she was huffing and panting. He opened the door to a cozy, and slightly musky smelling apartment. He gave her a quick tour of the kitchen which only had two working burners and a microwave. Also a fridge that if it wasn’t buzzing meant it wasn’t working. The living room where various video games and pants were scattered, and three doors. “Alright, so that room is John’s, this one is mine, and that was a closet but Alexander uses it. He doesn’t take up space…I’m pretty sure he’s sleeping on the desk he installed there anyway. Rent is 250$ a month not including water and gas. We split that evenly and I do the grocery shopping, you want anything you gotta leave me the cash for it.” Herc smiled a bit. “How does that sound to you?” Peggy was already digging through her things and slapped cash into Herc’s hand. “Awesome, sauce!” “Alright, well if you wait about two seconds you’ll meet John.” He took the money and walked into one of the rooms. “Johnny” Herc cooed in a strangely affectionate voice. The door closed, there was some rustling, some stumbling, then the door swung open again and Herc walked out with a smaller, freckled man punching his arm playfully. “John, Peggy, Peggy John. She wants to move in.” “Hiya!” Peggy beamed offering her hand. John looked her over and nodded, “sure, she’s cute so she fits in perfect with us.” He gave her a toothy grin. “I’m John Laurens, I work in the pet shop about seven blocks away.” “That’s great!” “Sure if you love puppy mills and kids running in trying to tap the fish tanks.” John shook his head and went to the fridge. “Surprised Alex let you bring someone in.” “Well…” Herc rubbed the back of his head. “Didn’t say Alex knew yet.” With that, John let out a hard laugh. “Alex is gonna be piiiiissed” Peggy looked between the two men, dropping her bag on the floor. “Who is Alex?” “Currently the only one paying rent.” John chuckled. “I just started working so I’m not seeing a paycheck for a bit. Herc works from ‘home’ manning his Etsy shop. Alex works with the government.” “Woah..” Peggy blinked, that was impressive. “Like a spy?” “More like…uh…he’s the guy that does the research for the guy who does the speeches for the guy who suggests things to some of the city council members. So I suppose down the change of government work…yeah its kinda cool.” Herc shrugged a bit taking a plop on the couch, uplifting some dust and moths. “To sum it up, homeboy argues for a living.” “I’m fairly certain if he’s not arguing he dies…isn’t that what we signed for when he took him in?” “I’m sure it was mentioned in the fine print.” The three joined in laughter, though Peggy had no idea who the third roommate was, he sounded fantastic. She couldn’t wait to meet him! She settled in for an hour, cleaned a bit, spoke to Hercules and John about their lives as she skillfully avoided any questions about her life. Eventually the door swung open again. The man that walked in was pretty small in comparison to John and Herc in both height and frame. He dropped his messenger bag on the floor and dragged his feet towards the small room. “Hey Alex, long day?” “mhmm” He groaned, eyes shut as he tread like a zombie through the house. Herc and John nodded, adding in “well we found a roommate” “Nice…” he yawned only half listening, his mind was aching. No sleep for three days and nothing but work was finally coming down on him. Nothing they could say would stop him from hitting the bed and falling asleep for the next week. “Yea she’s great you’ll love her.” Herc spoke low watching Alexander slid into his room. “Alright, I think its all settled!” Peggy clapped her hands once she was presented with the lease, she had just finished her signature when an unholy, high pitch screeched came from Alexander’s makeshift room. “SHE?”