Disclaimer: I do not own or claim the rights to Newsies or any character affiliated with the movie. I also do not own/claim the song "Believe Me Natalie" by the Killers.
A/N: This is the product of my boredom in IB European History. The title is from a line in the song "Believe Me Natalie" by The Killers. Please read and review.
Forget What They Said in Soho
"Love," Audrey said slowly, "is a ridiculously silly thing.
"I'll drink to that," Spot replied, clinking his bottle with Audrey's.
They were sitting on the floor of Audrey's one-room apartment. New York City was buzzing around them. Horns were honking, people were yelling, and the world was in utter chaos.
"If I believed in love," Audrey said, "then I would say that I love this city."
"I'll drink to that, too," Spot said, clinking his bottle with Audrey's once more.
"You'd drink to anything," she laughed.
Spot just shrugged, and looked around. He had never been in Audrey's apartment before. They had met in a bar in Soho three weeks earlier and become fast friends. Well, more like fast drinking buddies. They hit the bars on Friday nights and the local club scene Saturdays. Drinking was Spot's bad habit and Audrey's escape, and it was funny how they mixed so well.
It was Sunday afternoon when they ran into each other at the pharmacy and decided to head to Audrey's to have a drink in honor of Monday's swift approach. Wine coolers were their beverage of choice for the afternoon, and the conversation was never limited.
Audrey stood up and walked to the window. "Actually, I love this city. I think it's the only think I do love."
By this time, Spot was standing behind her, gazing out at the street below.
"I can think of something else you love," he said, nipping lightly at the skin on Audrey's neck.
She laughed and pushed him away. Then, just as quickly, she pulled him back and kissed him roughly on the mouth.
"I do love that," she said when they broke apart for air.
Spot just laughed and pulled her closer. Their alcohol-laced breaths mingled, and their tongues danced. Audrey noticed that Spot's mouth tasted like wine coolers, mints, and marijuana. He thought she tasted like cheap toothpaste.
Spot's hands rested on Audrey's slim hips, and then slid around her tiny waist. He moved them upward and fondled her breasts gently.
Audrey pulled her lips away from his, pried his hands from her breasts, and lifted his shirt over his head. Spot pulled the buttons on Audrey's shirt open, popping one off in his frenzy. He squeezed her breasts lightly before unclasping her bra, and she gasped when the room's cold air hit her bare chest.
They both shimmied out of their jeans, discarding them in a pile on the floor. Spot lifted Audrey up, and she wrapped her long legs around his waist. He carried her the few feet to the bed, dropped her there unceremoniously, and straddled her hips.
Within moments, their underwear was gone, and Spot was slamming into Audrey. When they had both climaxed, Spot pulled out of her and rolled over onto his back so that he was laying next to Audrey. He wrapped his arms around her, and they both fell asleep.
An hour later, Spot was awake and restless. He reached over the woman sleeping next to him and found a packet of cigarettes and lighter on the bedside table. Audrey awoke and watched as he lit a cigarette and took a long drag.
"I've got to go," he said, casting a sideways glance and handing her the barely-smoked cigarette.
She nodded mutely and turned away as he stood up and pulled his clothes back on.
He walked back over to where she lay in bed, kissed her sloppily on the forehead, and said, "I'll see you around."
"Yeah," she said, "Around."
And he was gone. No promises. No commitment. No love. Just drinks and sex and cigarettes.
That was just the way they liked it.
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed that random little one-shot. Please review, my lovelies.