Joan snorted back. "loads." She turned back to look at the stars.
Spot leaned against the bar, and held his cane out to tap her on the shoulder as he was about to make a point. Before he could say a word she felt the tap, grabbed the cane, wretched it out of his hands and cocked it for fighting. She stood there, unblinking, as she sized him up incase he tried something. Spot held up his hands in defense. "Hey, I ain't tryin' nuttin."
"I don't believe you." Joan said still ready. He advanced slowly.
"Look, I poimise." He kept his hands in the air as he talked.
Joan stared him down for a long moment before she relaxed slightly, bringing the cane infront of her and holding the gold tip in both her hands. Spot seized the moment and struck. He darted in and kicked the other end of the cane into his hands. He ducked underneath it as if he were dancing with a partner and twisted it so Joan's arms felt tangled, he spun the cane around her back and trapped her against the rail with the cane.
"You promised." Joan said squirming.
"Neveh known a newsy ta be true to 'is woid." He shoved her slightly for emphasis. "Whehe's da oider goilie?"
"Sleepin', ya lout." With the last word Joan shoved her foot between Spot's legs, grabbed the cane from his hands and jammed it into his stomach. Spot tried to breath as he sat doubled over, weezing. Joan simply pushed him so he landed on his side and moaned. "Don't ever do that." She said throwing the cane down next to him. She just glared as he tried to get up. She slipped back through the window and as he tried to give her a look she just shook her head and slammed the window down. She crawled back over in bed and turned away.
"Joan…? What was that?" Kathryn asked.
"I'll tell ya later." Joan said.
"g'night then."
"Good night kath."
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Spot stared at Joan with a look of disgust on his face. After a few moments he got to his feet and picked up his cane. "why I awdda…" he started to say before heading down the stairs of the escape. He stopped and looked up at the window where he had just grappled with a girl, a girl he should have easily won with his charm, a girl he thought was rather pretty but had attitude worse than himself. Shaking his head he headed off down the street.
He kicked up the dirt, and walked down to the Manhattan lodge house. He trudged up the steps and let the door shut noisily behind him. He slammed a nickle down on the counter and headed up the steps. He passed Mush half way up.
"Whatcha doin' Spot?" He asked.
"None'a yer concoin." Spot grumbled. He got to the top and sat down on a bunk where Jack met him.
"What happened? Y'look like ya were in a fight." Jack quieried.
"nothing." Spot fell back on the bed and laid there with people ignoring him as everyone ignored him. He thought, a unusual occurance for him, but he thought for awhile.
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Joan grabbed the blankets off of Kathryn. "Hey! Get up! Come on, You're dreaming about that boy, I can see it. Get up! The dream ain't real!"
Kathryn shivered. "You're such a morning person."
"yeah, I know. Let's go." Joan helped her friend out of bed. She was already dressed and ready to leave.
"What's eating you?" Kathryn got out her clothing and started to dress slowly. "You got a stick up your butt or something?"
"You don't want to know." Joan just grumbled she strode the door.
Kathryn hopped out the door pulling a shoe on. "wait up!" she slid down the banister of the staircase and cut her friend off at the base. "J, what happened last night?"
"Just some guy on the escape. That's it." Joan shrugged, plowing by her friend. "Aunt Clara?" she called as she moved towards the kitchen. Aunt Claaara?"
"Yes dear?" A woman in her late thirties, a fading beuty of sorts with long dark hair and an apron replied in a tight stiff, but loving voice.
"We're going to go out for awhile and see the city, alright?" Joan replied.
"Well... I wish you wouldn't go by yourselves, but your father isn't up and he's not a morning person, I guess. Just be back for dinner."
"Bye!" Kathryn called as she was dragged out on Joan's coat tails, or skirt tails if you must. "Hey, Joan... where are we going?"
"Where do you think we're going?" Joan rolled her eyes at her friend. "To meet your boyfriend stupid!"
"oh... Hey! He's not my boyfriend! We kissed, that was all." Kathryn defended herself. "We... He... I... ugh."
"What? Cat got your tounge?" Joan retorted with a smug smirk.
"Yeah, whatever." Kathryn rolled her eyes.
"I don't trust him." Joan speculated.
"You don't trust anybody." The two were nearing the statue now.
"I'm guessing he's got a hundred girlfriends though." Joan simply shrugged. "You know how Jerry warned us about these new yorkers."
"Maybe you're..." Kathryn was cut off by a resounding voice.
"Hey beautiful..." Cowboy smiled widely as he came up behind her and put his arm around her. "Ready for anothah day?" He handed them each a pile of papers.
"If you say so." Joan mumbled. They then decided where to go next and headed off. They were a few feet and they turned to go around the statue when Joan ramed smack into Spot. Neither moved from the face to face position. "What do you want?" She growled in his face.
"Nothin' of yer concoin." He fliped his head back slightly.
"Y'know what you need?" Joan asked.
"Nothin' from you." Spot snapped back.
"A breath mint." Joan quirked an eyebrow and the corner of her mouth at the same time.
Spot scowled. "Yer full of it."
"and You're full of bruises." Joan displayed a bit of wit.
"I ain't hoit a bit."
"I'll believe that when I see it, cane boy." She pushed him slightly. "lets go." She directed her friends.
Spot stared at them as they walked away. "This won't be the last time, Goilie!"
"You better believe it!" Joan called back, a resounding cackle comming from her mouth.
"Jeeze Joan, that was evil..." Kathryn commented.
"Yeah... but it was fun."
Blink slipped into the booth next to Joan and slipped a plate of patatos in front of her. "Heah ya go." He handed her a fork to go with it.
"Thanks." She said with a smile. Jack and Kathryn were across the room joking with a few other people. "so what can you tell me about that Spot kid?"
Blink quiried with his eye. "Well... what for?"
"just wondering." She shrugged sticking her fork in the patatoes.
"Well, He's gotta be da fiercest guy I'se eveh met. He don't take no shit from nobody. He's da leadah of Brooklyn, and gets all da goils." He shrugged.
Joan snorted. "He's all talk."
"I heard he soaked 2 bulls and harlem boys by him self." Blink said in awe.
"I still think he's all talk." Joan mumbled.
