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Spot walked away from Bright Eyes and Racetrack as the two embraced. So, the two were going to get married. Good for them. Things were working out. He and Bright Eyes had made up, the Bright Eyes and Racetrack were getting married, Pulitzer finally had the tables pulled on him. So why didn't he feel right? He knew why. He watched Blue as she snatched off the bow tie and threw the top hat to the side, letting her blonde hair fall to her shoulders as she stormed outside. In her hand was a bag. Spot walked quickly to the door and saw her walking away. "Blue." He called. She stopped in her tracks and turned around. He walked towards her and forcibly took her bag and set it on the ground. Blue crossed her hands in front of her chest. "You ain't gonna convince me ta stay Conlon." She said firmly. Spot nodded. "I know dat." He said quietly, holding one of her hands. "I was right wasn't I? You an' Bright made up." She said.
Spot nodded. "Yeah. Yer right 'bout most tings Blue." He said quietly, his fingers fingering her callused palm. "Look, tell me what ya've gotta say so I kin git outta here. Da love in dere is makin' me sick." She muttered. "Ya know 'bout Race an' Bright?" Spot asked. "Yeah I know. Good fer dem. I still ain't fergivin' her." Blue said determindedly. "Or me I see." Spot said quietly, looking at her. She started visibly, then regained her composure somewhat. "Right. I cain't do dat fer you of all people." She said. "I wish ya would. You helped me ta see dat, well I don't hafta be all Mista Tough-Guy all da time. I kin have some laughs, even if I am da leada of Brooklyn. Ya helped me see dat. An' it was really you dat convinced me ta make da peace wit' Bright." Blue stared at him in astounded shock. "Me? But you neva listen ta me, you neva even care what I hafta say!" She protested weakly.
Spot laughed. "Not in da beginnin', but it did git inta me head. Most of it sank in. Ya showed me all dat, an' I cain't let ya leave unless yer set against stayin'. But I wanna say sorry before ya go, fer all da harsh woids an' betrayals." He said roughly. Blue dropped her head. "You neva betrayed me. I jest said dat ta make ya feel bad. But dats jest what it felt like. Dats why I said it." She muttered. "I did betray ya. I said sometin' an' did da complete opposite. Dat was wrong. As a leada I'm bound ta keep me woid. Even ta a sassy goil like you." He said, raising his chin proudly. Blue looked at him and smiled. "Well, if dats an' apology Conlon, den I accept. I guess I kin put off leavin' fer a bit. At least until ya make me mad again." She said with a smile.
Spot grinned. "Ya know what Blue, I don't tink you an' me kin go one day widout bein' mad at each udda. Dats what makes you an' me such a great team. Ya know? We both got different opinions, but da truth of da matta is, we're so much alike, dats why we act like we're gonna bite each uddas heads off, even dough we wouldn't dare do it." Spot said softly. Blue grinned. "Whaddya doin' now Spot? Suggestin' dat I'm yer goil?" She teased. Spot drew back, a shocked look on his face. "Me? Brooklyn? Have a steady goil? Neva! Dat wouldn't do!" He said. Blue laughed and smacked him. "Dats what I thought. An' meybe I kin try ta fergive Bright. It'll take me longa dan you an' her might like, but, now dat I heaid her story, it'll be easier I tink. I kinda felt da same way when I got kicked outta Queens." She said quietly.
Spot smiled and fingered her hand, then let it drop. "Whaddya say we go tell her dat, huh?" He asked. Blue looked up at him and grinned. "Fine, but no sayin' dat it was all yer doin'. I came 'bout dis of me own accord. No boy, not even da leada of Brooklyn forced me inta it." She said warningly. Spot grinned and as he shouldered Blue's bag, he laughed loud and hard, surprising the passers-by who knew that Spot Conlon didn't ordinarily laugh or even smile in public. But that was the old Spot Conlon. As Blue said later, 'now he's da new an' improved Spot Conlon'. Which he was.
Spot walked away from Bright Eyes and Racetrack as the two embraced. So, the two were going to get married. Good for them. Things were working out. He and Bright Eyes had made up, the Bright Eyes and Racetrack were getting married, Pulitzer finally had the tables pulled on him. So why didn't he feel right? He knew why. He watched Blue as she snatched off the bow tie and threw the top hat to the side, letting her blonde hair fall to her shoulders as she stormed outside. In her hand was a bag. Spot walked quickly to the door and saw her walking away. "Blue." He called. She stopped in her tracks and turned around. He walked towards her and forcibly took her bag and set it on the ground. Blue crossed her hands in front of her chest. "You ain't gonna convince me ta stay Conlon." She said firmly. Spot nodded. "I know dat." He said quietly, holding one of her hands. "I was right wasn't I? You an' Bright made up." She said.
Spot nodded. "Yeah. Yer right 'bout most tings Blue." He said quietly, his fingers fingering her callused palm. "Look, tell me what ya've gotta say so I kin git outta here. Da love in dere is makin' me sick." She muttered. "Ya know 'bout Race an' Bright?" Spot asked. "Yeah I know. Good fer dem. I still ain't fergivin' her." Blue said determindedly. "Or me I see." Spot said quietly, looking at her. She started visibly, then regained her composure somewhat. "Right. I cain't do dat fer you of all people." She said. "I wish ya would. You helped me ta see dat, well I don't hafta be all Mista Tough-Guy all da time. I kin have some laughs, even if I am da leada of Brooklyn. Ya helped me see dat. An' it was really you dat convinced me ta make da peace wit' Bright." Blue stared at him in astounded shock. "Me? But you neva listen ta me, you neva even care what I hafta say!" She protested weakly.
Spot laughed. "Not in da beginnin', but it did git inta me head. Most of it sank in. Ya showed me all dat, an' I cain't let ya leave unless yer set against stayin'. But I wanna say sorry before ya go, fer all da harsh woids an' betrayals." He said roughly. Blue dropped her head. "You neva betrayed me. I jest said dat ta make ya feel bad. But dats jest what it felt like. Dats why I said it." She muttered. "I did betray ya. I said sometin' an' did da complete opposite. Dat was wrong. As a leada I'm bound ta keep me woid. Even ta a sassy goil like you." He said, raising his chin proudly. Blue looked at him and smiled. "Well, if dats an' apology Conlon, den I accept. I guess I kin put off leavin' fer a bit. At least until ya make me mad again." She said with a smile.
Spot grinned. "Ya know what Blue, I don't tink you an' me kin go one day widout bein' mad at each udda. Dats what makes you an' me such a great team. Ya know? We both got different opinions, but da truth of da matta is, we're so much alike, dats why we act like we're gonna bite each uddas heads off, even dough we wouldn't dare do it." Spot said softly. Blue grinned. "Whaddya doin' now Spot? Suggestin' dat I'm yer goil?" She teased. Spot drew back, a shocked look on his face. "Me? Brooklyn? Have a steady goil? Neva! Dat wouldn't do!" He said. Blue laughed and smacked him. "Dats what I thought. An' meybe I kin try ta fergive Bright. It'll take me longa dan you an' her might like, but, now dat I heaid her story, it'll be easier I tink. I kinda felt da same way when I got kicked outta Queens." She said quietly.
Spot smiled and fingered her hand, then let it drop. "Whaddya say we go tell her dat, huh?" He asked. Blue looked up at him and grinned. "Fine, but no sayin' dat it was all yer doin'. I came 'bout dis of me own accord. No boy, not even da leada of Brooklyn forced me inta it." She said warningly. Spot grinned and as he shouldered Blue's bag, he laughed loud and hard, surprising the passers-by who knew that Spot Conlon didn't ordinarily laugh or even smile in public. But that was the old Spot Conlon. As Blue said later, 'now he's da new an' improved Spot Conlon'. Which he was.