The fairest of them all (Spot Conlon one-shot)
I do not own Newsies in any way.
We were at Medda's playing cards.
It was the annual poker night. All the boroughs came to play.
The leader of Long Island; Boston, walked in with a girl following him. He kissed her cheek and walked off.
She had hair black as night shadows, eyes green as the grass in spring, skin white as newly fallen snow, and lips red as blood.
Jack invited her over.
"Hello", she said, her voice light as air.
"Spot!" Jack said, "Say hi".
"It's okay Jackie. He's obviously shy", she said.
"Ise am not shy!" I yelled.
"So the mighty Brooklyn speaks!" she said. This girl was beautiful, but she had wit and a sharp tongue. "Ise Snow", she said.
"Spot Conlon. Why were youse wid Boston?" I asked.
"Boston's my brother", she snapped.
"Youse traveled from Long Island ta Manhattan?" I asked, "Dat's an awful long walk jist foa a pokah game".
"He wants me to find a suitor", she said.
I laughed at her old fashioned language.
"Dat shouldn' be hard Snow", Jack said, "Yer beautiful".
"Since when did beauty have to do with love?" she asked, "Why should the outside matter? That has nothing to do with what's on the inside".
From that moment on, I was in love.