A/N: And now for the utterly flaming duo… which isn't exactly flaming. But it's still for some reason oddly attractive. Go figure.
Payback
"No," replied Spot glaring.
"Why not?"
Spot glared some more. "Because I said so."
Race came over, a pleading look on his face.
"That's a pretty shitty reason. Since when does your say count for anything?" he asked.
"God died and I'm his back-up," Spot smirked in reply.
The boy at the counter tapped impatiently on the metal surface. "Can I please just have my drink?" Race replied before Spot could say something stupid.
"Oh, sure. What d'you want?"
"Coke." Race nodded, and moved towards the refrigerator. Spot seized his chance.
"That'll be twenty bucks," he stated, he face the epitome of seriousness. The boy gave him a skeptical look.
"It says here it's a dollar," he replied, pointing at the sign sitting on the counter.
"That's without tax, and commission for us workers, and the extra five bucks I need for a new CD," Spot pointed out, keeping up the charade. Race hustled back over before the boy could respond.
"One dollar," he said, shoving the can at the boy and looking bored. Spot flipped Race off as he made change and the boy walked away.
"You're no fun," Spot complained. "I really want that CD."
"Spot, you can make money in more honest ways then exploiting these people- who are all rabid church-goers."
"But those are all harder then exploiting them. Well, did you at least spike it?" Spot leaned against the counter, paying no attention to the elderly woman who had come up. Race rolled his eyes.
"Can I get you something?" he asked the woman, ignoring Spot.
"That's not an answer," Spot complained. "Yes, Spot I did spike the poor sap's drink or no, Spot, I don't have the balls to spike someone's drink at a church function."
"Spot, my mother is here," Race shot back, handing a package of M&M's to the woman.
"Right. You don't have the balls. Like I thought," Spot smirked. He grabbed a can of Coke out of the fridge and popped it open. "Hand me a pack of Skittles, dumb ass."
"Sorry, dumb ass went out to dance. I can try to fill in for him though," Race said coolly. He held up a bag of the hard candies. "That's fifty cents. Wait… actually, a buck-fifty for the drink, too."
"I knew I shoulda gotten that five bucks from that kid," Spot retorted sarcastically. "Sorry, I'm going to have to pass up the glorious opportunity to pay and save my condemned soul."
"Yeah, yeah, I've heard that one before," Race replied.
"No you haven't. I am one hundred percent original."
"I… might have. Somewhere." Race shifted slightly uncomfortably.
"Sure. I mean, in this type of setting, just about everyone is trying to get their soul saved," Spot responded sarcastically. He snatched the bag of Skittles from Race, who scowled at him in turn.
"What are… you… doing?" Race asked slowly, as he watched Spot shift through the pile of colored candies in his hand. Triumphantly, Spot picked out two grape flavored ones and dropped the bag back on the counter. Grinning madly, he dropped the purple candies into his can of Coke.
"Ew." Race pulled a face. "That's the worst use of the most amazing food on earth."
"Fuck off, bitch," Spot growled, swirling the drink in his hand. "You're just jealous."
"You wish." Race winced inwardly at the weak comeback; Spot smirked.
"Laaaaame. God, Race, you're such a—"
"Brilliant person. I've heard it before." Race tossed Spot's phone to him. "Someone called."
"Yeah, for some reason that line sounds familiar," Spot replied, "Why the fuck didn't I hear it ring?" It was Race's turn to smirk.
"I stole it and put it on silent because you were being an ass."
"Fuck you!" Spot thumbed through his calls, before stuffing the phone back into his pocket.
"Knowing you, you'd like doing yourself better," Race replied, snagging a couple of Skittles from where Spot had left the bag.
"Bitch," muttered Spot. Before Race could reply, his mother bustled over, smiling at the pair of them.
"I'd just like to thank you again, Sean, for volunteering to help Tony out tonight. You two are doing such a wonderful job," she said, giving another simpering smile. "Just remember to keep up the positive attitudes, even though the night might drag on a bit."
"Might?" Spot muttered quietly, after kicking Race at the mention of how he'd been involuntarily volunteered.
"Don't forget to check in with me every hour or so with our profits, sweetie," Race's mother reminded, nearly pinching Race's cheeks as she walked away.
"Shut up," Race muttered preemptively. Spot laughed, taking a sip of his Skittle-fied Coke before replying.
"Whatever you say, sweetie," he mocked.
"Only for you, darling." Race's tone was forced into one of sarcasm; Spot saw him roll his eyes when he caught sight of the dancing couples.
"Oh, you'll get over it," Spot shot at him. He picked up the Coke and took a long drink; Race made a face.
"That's nasty. You're going to make me puke."
"Well, make sure you mop it up when you're done," Spot replied lazily, not even looking at Race. "It'd probably be bad for business if you left it there."
"Your sympathy overwhelms me," Race said.
"You're getting more than anyone else ever does. It should overwhelm you." Spot took another sip.
"Spot- can you please drink that somewhere else?"
"Fuck that. You should try it," Spot retorted, smacking his lips.
"I should try fucking what?" Race questioned, trying to keep a straight face.
"Take your pick." Spot gestured around the area behind the counter. Before Race could reply, he continued, "No, dumb shit. I meant try the drink. It's good."
"I really doubt that," Race countered.
"It is."
"Not."
"Fucking is."
"Hot."
"What?" Spot paused for a moment, before Race's words registered. He rolled his eyes. "When it involves me, it is. Quite so."
"You do know you're famous for lying, right Spotty?" Race smirked as Spot flipped him off.
"Shut up, and try the drink." Spot held out the can before reconsidering. "Actually, make your own. This is mine."
"Now you're getting possessive of your drink. You really must be that desperate." Race sniggered as Spot threw a closed can of soda at him.
"Higgins, you are looking for a major ass-kicking," Spot threatened, but his grin was ill-concealed.
"Gee, Conlon, now I'm positively shitting myself."
"That's why there are bathrooms around the corner, Race. And that was only a tad too much information for my liking." Spot drained the rest of the soda in his can, and threw it at Race.
"Shit!"
"Bathroom, Race. Bathroom." Spot snickered as Race scowled.
"Shut up, Spot."
Almost subconsciously, Spot did a once-over of Race- the Italian boy was dressed in a slightly more formal manner than he usually was, though he hadn't by any means fully dressed up. In fact, in contrast to Spot, who was wearing his usual t-shirt and jeans combo, Race looked rather good.
"Hey, Race," Spot began, but he was cut off when a girl who looked to be about their age bounced up to the counter.
"Hey, Tony!" she greeted, before turning to Spot. "What's your name?"
"Sean," Spot said shortly. The girl grinned.
"So Sean, you wanna dance?" she asked, standing up a little straighter and tossing her hair over her shoulder, in what Spot assumed was some attempt to make herself pretty. In his opinion, she failed miserably.
"Fuck no," he spat, raising an eyebrow.
"Why not?" she asked, apparently surprised.
"Yeah, why not?" Race echoed, grinning. Spot glared at him for a moment, before he was struck by a bit of genius inspiration.
"If you'd come a moment earlier…" He looked at her questioningly.
"Adrienne."
"Ah. Adrienne, if you'd made it over here a minute or so earlier, I would have most certainly agreed. Unfortunately, I promised Tony that I'd dance with him." Both Race's and Adrienne's mouths fell open. Spot had to mentally restrain himself from laughing.
"Tony what?" Adrienne looked lost as Spot grabbed Race's hand, snickering inwardly at the look on the shorter boy's face.
"Practically begged me to dance with him. How could I refuse? I mean," he continued, grabbing Race's face with his other hand. "Who could resist this awfully tempting face?"
Race made a face. "Spot—"
"Yes, sexy, we can go now." Jubilant with his success, Spot dragged Race out from behind the counter, turning to Adrienne, who looked utterly stunned and confused.
"But, wait—" she started. Spot cut her off.
"You're right! He is! Would you mind watching over things until we get back? Didn't think so. Toodaloo!" Spot dragged Race towards the dancing couples.
"Why the fuck am I doing this again?" Race asked as Spot searched for a free dancing place, as they reached the center of the dance floor.
"Because you volunteered me to work tonight," Spot replied. "Payback's a bitch."
A/N: Go try the Coke and Skittles! Seriously! It's pretty much amazing! And by pretty much I mean completely. Do it!