SILLY LITTLE LIFE

CHAPTER TWO

( prompt: "You can't have everything." )

Midtown was making waves. Again, as Silver informed her. Life was quiet for a while, after the Bronx fell, but now they were bothering Brooklyn again. Angel had long since swallowed the pill of being queen of Brooklyn, taking in any and all issues that came along with that, but some things, like this, was a bit harder to take.

Especially Spot, who was being increasingly... obnoxious as time wore on and tensions mounted. He had provoked two fist fights and Angel had resorted to getting him drunk at night so he would calm down and come to bed with her and be quiet for once.

Angel brushed her hair out in the morning, twisting the long hair around itself so she could stuff it properly up into her hat. She turned slightly when Spot walked in, cane swinging from the loop in his suspenders. His blue eyes fell to her, dressed and ready for the day, and his lips curled in a frown.

"Where are you going so early?" he asked her.

It was all most time for the other boys to get up. Spot was only up because he was roused from his sleep by his own accord and found Angel not snuggled up against him.

Angel stood up. "Manhattan. Charlie's been bothering me to come sell with her, so I figured I might go do that today, so she doesn't have a litter of kittens. I've been putting it off."

Spot blinked and then crossed his arms. "You're not going to Manhattan, Alyssa."

She stopped in the middle of scrubbing her face and peered up at him. "I'm sorry, Conlon. I don't remember asking for your opinion," she said easily.

"I'm the leader, O'Rourke. I make the decisions round here. And I say you ain't going to Manhattan. Not with Midtown running around there."

"Don't tell me what to do, Spot Conlon. You're playing with fire," she threatened, growing slightly angry now. Who was he to order her about?

He stalked over to her, gripped her arm and whirled her around to face him. Her eyes darkened to hard emeralds and they flashed in annoyance at him. "Listen to me, Alyssa. I can't lose you again. I almost did in January, and I'm not gambling with your life again. Stay here today. Go tomorrow."

Angel relaxed slightly, noting the compromise in his words, but she still didn't appreciate it. "You can't have everything, Spot. I'm a big girl. I can handle myself. Been doing it long before you showed up, remember?" She pulled her elbow from his grip and frowned at him.

"Most of the time you can handle yourself, Lissa. I ain't doubting that. You got a big mouth, though. It gets you in trouble," he told her, and she nodded her agreement. That it did. "I just don't want ya getting hurt, is all. Go to Manhattan tomorrow. I'll send Sneak to tell Charlie."

"I'm going to Manhattan today, Spot Conlon," she said, dangerously quiet, and annoyed.

"Are you hungry? I'm hungry. Let's go get breakfast, Angel," Spot suggested and then tossed her a charming smile.

Angel saw red.

She gripped his shoulders and smashed him against the wall, glaring at him. "STOP IT! I'm going to Manhattan, TODAY, and there is nothing you can say that will change my mind. If you kick me out, fine, but I am going to damn Manhattan!" she said fiercely, glaring at him.

Spot Conlon said nothing. He was watching her mouth while she was yelling at him, drawn to the softness he found there every time he kissed her. She was mouth-watering, delicious, beautiful. Everything about her screamed softness, yet she had strength that sometimes came out of nowhere, such as now. His chest tightened slightly in response to his thoughts.

"Lissa," he whispered.

Angel stopped, anger gone. "Yes?"

A little smile tilted his lips. "Lissa."

He gripped her hips and kissed her hard, relishing in the soft feeling of her mouth. She was quiet and still for a moment, probably shocked, and then moved closer to him, folding herself into his embrace to kiss him back. They stayed there for a few moments, Spot allowing himself to swallow the pill he was about to hand out to her, and burning her touch and her sweetness into his brain. He pulled back slowly and she smiled at him.

"Come on, let's go get some breakfast. It's a bit of a hike to Manhattan," he murmured.

So, this is my drabble series centered around one key phrase. Don't you just love drabbles? xD. I do. And I've missed Angel and Spot. Hopefully this will break up the seriousness of THE CITTY OF DIS(shameless plug), my other current story, since it's going to get really angst-y in chapters to come. Thankfully, Angel and Spot are light characters and I won't have to get all into them like I did before.

If you haven't figured out, these drabbles will take place at various points in time after the events of CHESS. There's going to be 100 of these, so keep your eyes peeled!

CTB!

xx Wicked

PS- This drabble has forced itself longer than I wanted. xDDD. Ahh, but I love Angel and Spot. Cute together, no?