The sky was darker now that the sun had just set; it wasn't like you could really the difference. The sky had been clouded over all day threatening rain, yet it never came. The fiery red head walked out of The Bronx and into Manhattan. She wiped her bleeding lip on the back of her dark green button up shirt that hung open showing her lighter green tank top that was tied up in the back. On the right side of her stomach was a rose tattoo. The tattoo was in memory of her late friend Bandit. She pushed some of the red curly hair out of her face exposing piercing green eyes that almost seemed to glow.

Spit Fire walked towards Manhattan mumbling to herself, "How could you be so stupid Fire? Where are you going to go after you get kicked out of Manhattan? Brooklyn's your last choice. You are running out of lodging houses."

Spit Fire had been kicked out of The Bronx lodging house for soaking their rude, crude and obnoxious leader Rage. Rage was the worse guy in all of New York, or that is what Spit Fire thought. Fire had never voluntarily given the guys of The Bronx what they wanted; they had just taken it from her. That earned her the reputation as easy, but Spot Fire wasn't thing, but that. Fire had gotten sick of the guys treating her like she was an object and not a person. A few of the guys who were respectable in The Bronx had taught her to fight. Well Fire had taken this and used it to her advantage or what was now her disadvantage.

Earlier in the night Rage had tried to co worse Spit Fire into having sex with him. Fire wasn't going to take this any more. Soon as Rage had put his hand down on Spit Fire a left hook found its way to his jaw. She wasn't sure if she should consider it a mistake or something good, seeing as she was out on the streets now.

Spit Fire stepped foot onto Duane Street. She felt a sense of freedom take over her, not like any she had ever felt before. A small smile crept across her face. The sky had now turned to a pale midnight blue color. The orange red glow from the street lamps that were being lit illuminated the streets casting eerie shadows. Spit Fire looked to the end of the street and saw the windows of the lodging house twinkled with hope of a new start.

 Jack walked back to the lodging house. He had had the best selling day and whistled to himself as he walked, nothing could ruin his mood. He spotted a girl he had never seen in this area before, walking down the street in the same direction he was headed, "What do we have heah? Ain't it a little late for a goil like you'se tah be walkin' dah streets alone?" He asked.

Spit Fire looked at the kid who was talking to her, "A girl like me? What's that supposed to mean?" Spit Fire looked around the street and then back at the guy, "Well the sun just set and I can take care of myself. So I don't see any dangers."

Jack was taken a back by the girl's attitude towards him. He was only trying to be friendly, but found this wasn't going to work, "Yah got me theah." He said to her, "I'se Jack Kelly from the Manhattan lodging house." He nodded and pointed over to the lodging house then looked back at her, "Mind if I ask yah who you'se are?" He asked cautiously afraid the girl would snap at him again.

Fire looked over Jack and decided a name wouldn't hurt, "Spit Fire O'Reilly form The Bronx." She waited for his reaction.

"So you'se a Bronx goil." He nodded and a small smirked spread across his face. He knew the kind of reps that Bronx girls had.

"I'm not easy." She stated crossing her arms and glaring at him.

"Nevah said you'se were." He laughed. Spot Fire just glared at Jack she wasn't amused with him in the slightest but, "Wheah yah headed?"

Spit Fire eyed him; "If you are offering to walk me some where I can do it on my own." She stated uncrossing her arms, "I can get to the lodging house down the street by myself."

"Good, cause I'se was jus' headed tah me lodgin' house too." Jack smirked triumphantly. He knew he had gotten her because she would now have to ask him if she could stay there.

"What do you mean your lodging house?" She asked him knowing exactly. Fire had just screwed herself royally. She wasn't about to apologize to him.

"You'se know whad I mean." He said as he started to walk down the street, "I can tell you'se a smart goil and you'se a lot of trouble too." Jack knew who Spit Fire was. Something like soaking the leader of The Bronx didn't stay quiet for long. It spread like wild fire through out the city. He had heard from Boots that a girl had soaked Rage; and he heard from Blink the girl was named Spit Fire.

"I'm not trouble." She stated following after him. This wasn't going as she had planned.

"Well that ain't what I hoid from you'se quite the problem causer." Jack waited for her to fall in step with him, "So I'se suppose you'se 're lookin' fer a place tah stay now?"

"Yeah I am." She said to him. They reached the lodging house and Jack motioned for her to go in. Spit Fire was a little surprised seeing as how rude she was to him.

"Well I think we'se can fin' a place fer yah." He said walking over to the ledger, "But you'se gotta follow dah rules."

Just then the lodging house door opened and Spot walked in, "Heya Ja-" He stopped when he saw Spit Fire. Fire put her hand in her pocket and wrapped it around the key that lay in the bottom, "You!" He said pointing his finger at her and glowered.

"So we meet again, Brooklyn." Spit Fire stood her ground, not budging under his intimidating glare. Jack looked between the two of them.

"You'se two know each othah?" Jack asked. From the looks they were giving each other he could tell this wasn't good.