The boys huddled around the small table were quiet and intense. They're eyes were drawn low on the two boys at opposite ends, the only boys with cards still in their hands. Next to one of the boys was the third person with cards left; she was of the same age and her eyes stared intensely at the cards fanned in her hand. The pot between them had grown in the past three hours, and as numerous boys lost their cash or dropped out in fear of losing the rest, the three final newsies were left to duke it out for the win.

One was of a Manhattan borough and was the biggest gambler around, save for the girl to his left; his hair was black and thick under his hat and a cigar hung limply from the corner of his mouth. The other two were of Brooklyn, one being the ever-so-feared leader of the notorious borough, and the other being who was at first presumed as his girl for the way his hands played lost melodies upon her upper thigh and his eyes raked up and down her devilish form. His eyes were the most piercing blue you had ever seen, and his skin was Irish cream and all long, toned muscle. He had a keen smirk of a smile that he had perfected to be terrifying and extremely sexy. The girl, who in reality was not his girl but the lone girl newsie their side of Harlem, was as sly as she was gorgeous. Her brown hair fell wavy and tousled past her shoulders; she was all hips and had clear blue eyes and lily white skin. It was all the boy sitting behind her could do not to reach out and wind his hands around her hips and kiss her neck fondly.

At the other corner of the room, two boys who had put in their week's salary before losing to the three still around the poker table had taken a seat on the worn, upholstered couch. The younger of the two sat awkwardly on the right, a beer delicately palmed in his hands. The older sat too his left, watching the game with mock interest.

"I can't believe I lost." The younger boy whined. His face sagged in sadness as he drew another sip of his drink.

"Look, your fresh meat! Just got here a week ago! You couldn't have expected to beat Brooklyn when you're fresh off the streets, kid." The older responded, his eyes never leaving the game. The younger boy lifted his eyes in the same direction.

"Which ones Brooklyn?" the younger boy asked timidly. The older sighed heavily and turned to face the younger boy.

"The blue eyes, kid. His named Spot, and don't forget it. Unless you wanna be back on the streets faster then you can say 'On the grounds of Brooklyn.'" The younger boy nodded and took another sip of his beer.

"The dark hair is Race." The younger boys words came as a half question half statement.

"Now you got it." The older boy shrugged his arm over the younger boy's shoulders and pointed to the Italian. "He's Manhattan. That's us, too. So you better remember. And the other is Velvet."

"The girl?"

"Yes the girl, dumb ass. What, she look like a guy to you?" The younger shrugged his shoulders and nursed his beer a bit more. "Your gunna get drunk real quick if you keep that up." The older said, pulling the beer from the boy's hands and putting it down by his feet.

"Why do they call her Velvet?"

"Well, supposedly its cause her voice is like velvet, beautiful and soft, but a lot of the boys say its cause red velvet is Spot's favorite." They both looked towards the table again, where Spot's hand continued to lightly draw up and down her thigh. He leaned in close to her, his eyes never leaving his cards, and parted his lips slightly, placing them on her open collar bone. He kissed there gently and pulled his hand from her thigh around her shoulders, pushing more coins into the pot with the other.

Her lips pulled tighter over her teeth as Spot continued to lay feather kisses along her collar bone. Race paid them no attention and looked over his cards thoroughly. Velvet's fingers twitched slightly on her own cards as Spot's arm moved slowly down her arms to her waist.

"Pair." Race said unhappily as he threw his cards face down on the table, the bluff he had been keeping up the whole game now evident. Spot smiled his cocky smirk again.

"Straight." He flipped his cards over with his free hand, his eyes meeting Race's.

"Flush." Velvet said bluntly, pushing herself up from the table abruptly. Spot was forced back slightly by her quick haste, and looked up at her in surprise before rising to join her, his smirk returning in seconds.

"Congrats baby." Spot whispered sultrily in her ear as she straightened up from scooping her earnings off the table, his hand winding back around her hips and his nose brushing against her cheek.

"I'm not your baby." She snapped back in the same hushed tone, teeth gritted together, as she shoved Spot slightly in attempt to remove his hand from her waist. His smirk disappeared immediately and was replaced by a stern grimace.

"Who the hell says you aren't?" He snapped angrily, tightening his grip on her hips. She shoved him away harder this time and quickly crossed the floor of the now crowded lodging home, approaching the couch where the two boys still sat talking. She slid onto the older boys lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Blink." She cooed and smiled at the surprised boy, who in response wrapped one and around her waist and laid the other on her thigh.

"Velvet." He replied huskily, smiling slightly up at her. The younger boy stared at the two in aw.

"And who's your friend?" She asked, turning to look at the younger boy beside them, who quickly snapped his mouth shut.

"He's fresh meat." Blink responded, never letting his eyes leave her face. "They call him Otter."

"Otter." She repeated and slid one hand to rest on the young boy's thigh. She turned back to Blink and smiled coyly at him. His cheeks flushed brightly as he met her gaze, giving her a nervous smile of his own.

"You're so cute when your nervous, Blink." She cooed sweetly. She swiftly moved both hands to his chest and leaned forward slightly, her lips parting delicately. She placed them gently on his jaw, smiling against his soft, freshly shaven skin. Blink's eyes snapped shut and he held back a moan. He opened his eyes as she kissed slightly closer to his lips, and gasped lightly at the sight of Spot standing over them, glowering down at the pair.

"Get up." He growled angrily and gripped Velvet's arm tightly. She scowled up at him, but before she could snap back he yanked her to her feet and pulled her towards the door. He took one look back at the stunned Blink and Otter before slamming the door behind him and stomping out into the cold night.

Not really sure where I'm going with this...I'll continue if people like it. Just something that jumped into my head one night.

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