"Spit Fire…hey, yous dreamin' bout singin'? You gonna sell today?" Kid
Blink shook Spit Fire's shoulder the next morning.
She opened her eyes and blinked, "Huh?" She looked up to see who it was and sighed, "I'm getting up. Yeah."
Jack walked by and laughed, "Mornin' Spit Fire. Sleep well? 'Bout time yous got up."
Spit Fire rubbed her head remembering last night as a smile crossed her lips. She looked at Jack and sighed, "Who asked you anyway."
Jack laughed and shook his head, "No one. What's up wid you lately? Yous sleepin' in more then Race and he don't git back from the tracks till one."
She shrugged and sat up, "Can't say Jack. I don't know what's gotten into me lately."
Spit Fire rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She looked around the room at the boys, trying to figure out if any of them were the perpetrators from the previous nights. Spit Fire wasn't ready to start accusing anyone, because whoever was visiting her at night, she wanted to continue visiting her. Also, she had no proof any of them even were up last night.
"Race comes back at one?" Spit Fire frowned at Jack, "One in the morning?"
Jack nodded at Spit Fire, holding back a small smile, "Yea he always does." He shook his head, "Are you sure yous feelin' ok today?"
Spit Fire nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine."
She looked over at Race sitting on his bunk, looking for his pocket watch and sighed. 'Couldn't be Race…could it?' She let her mind wander for a few moments, imagining Racetrack coming back at one in the morning every other night and walking straight to her bunk. She smiled to herself, staring off into space, directly in Race's direction. He turned his head and looked at her, half smirking.
"Heya Fire. Yous ok?" He said finding his watch finally and checking the time, "Bettah git ready, wes gonna be late to the DO."
Spit Fire blinked back into reality and smiled brightly at Racetrack, "Oh fine Race, absolutely perfectly fine." She got off her bunk and headed to the washroom to prepare for another day of selling papers.
On her way out of the LH, she almost ran directly into the fearless leader of Brooklyn himself, Spot Conlon.
"Hey, watch where yous goin'," Spot stepped out of her way as he walked into the lodging house, "Yous got eyes. Use'em."
Spit Fire glared at Spot, "Yea, well this isn't even your lodging house, so don't go telling me what to do."
Spot rolled his eyes, "Don't even git me started Spit Fire," he held his cane under his arm and shook his head, "I ain't in the mood to mess wid your petty little differences. Ise own dis place jus as much as Jack does."
Spit Fire folded her arms and stood right in front of Spot, "What is your problem Conlon?"
"You. Now move," Spot took his cane in his hand and roughly pushed past Spit Fire, making her take a few steps back.
Spit Fire lunged back at Spot, ready to push him forward just for spite when Jack came down the stairway. She looked at Jack and sighed, leaving the lodging house. She'd run into Spot later and she knew it.
Jack watched Spit Fire leave and shook his head, "Heyah Spot. How's it rollin'? What yous doin' heyah this mornin'?"
Spot leaned up against the wall and smirked, "Yur boys are headin' inta me territory Jacky-boy."
Jack sighed, "Since when?"
"Since yestaday. Chance caught Race and Blink sellin' in Brooklyn." Spot smirked, "That ain't allowed Jacky-boy. There are plenty of places in Manhattan for'em ta sell."
Jack ran a hand through his hair, "Yous sell in Manhattan all da time Spot."
"Yeah dats when I stay ovah in Manhattan the night before. Race and Blink din't stay in Brooklyn two nights ago Jack. Look, I ain't askin' for much. Usually me boys soak any newsie that ain't from Brooklyn in our territory. But since theys from Manhattan…" He shrugged, "Yestahday was their warnin'. Any othah Manhattan newsie in Brooklyn is gonna git soaked Jack. Ise jus protectin' me territory."
"My boys know bettah then to be crouchin' in on Brooklyn Spot. You sure you ain't mistaken?"
Spot glared at Jack, "Look I ain't got the patience ta argue wid yous right now Jack. Haven't been gittin' much sleep lately and so Ise got a very small temperment right now." He sighed, "Yous tell yur boys ta watch their backs Jack."
Spot started out the LH and Jack shook his head, "Spot?"
Spot turned back and looked at Jack, waiting for him to finish. Jack just stood there contemplating what he was going to say.
"Jack. I mean what I say. I ain't tryin' ta cause trouble. Jus keepin' me boys selllin' enough to keep'em in Brooklyn."
Jack nodded and somewhat understood where Spot was coming from.
He looked around and smiled, "So yous still comin' ovah for the pokah game tonight?"
Spot's face grew bright with a very conniving smile, "Of course Jacky-boy, wouldn't miss it for da woirld. Mind if Ise bring some boys ovah? They'll go stir crazy widout me there." He laughed.
Jack nodded, "Bring a few sure. The more money I'll win."
Spot smirked and walked back over to Jack, spitting in his hand holding it out to him, "Yous mean the more money I'll win."
Jack spit in his hand and shook Spot's, signifying the still evident but now shaky trust between Brooklyn and Manhattan. Spot tipped his hat at Jack and headed out the LH back to Brooklyn to sell some papers for the day in order to have money to waste at the poker game later that night.
She opened her eyes and blinked, "Huh?" She looked up to see who it was and sighed, "I'm getting up. Yeah."
Jack walked by and laughed, "Mornin' Spit Fire. Sleep well? 'Bout time yous got up."
Spit Fire rubbed her head remembering last night as a smile crossed her lips. She looked at Jack and sighed, "Who asked you anyway."
Jack laughed and shook his head, "No one. What's up wid you lately? Yous sleepin' in more then Race and he don't git back from the tracks till one."
She shrugged and sat up, "Can't say Jack. I don't know what's gotten into me lately."
Spit Fire rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She looked around the room at the boys, trying to figure out if any of them were the perpetrators from the previous nights. Spit Fire wasn't ready to start accusing anyone, because whoever was visiting her at night, she wanted to continue visiting her. Also, she had no proof any of them even were up last night.
"Race comes back at one?" Spit Fire frowned at Jack, "One in the morning?"
Jack nodded at Spit Fire, holding back a small smile, "Yea he always does." He shook his head, "Are you sure yous feelin' ok today?"
Spit Fire nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine."
She looked over at Race sitting on his bunk, looking for his pocket watch and sighed. 'Couldn't be Race…could it?' She let her mind wander for a few moments, imagining Racetrack coming back at one in the morning every other night and walking straight to her bunk. She smiled to herself, staring off into space, directly in Race's direction. He turned his head and looked at her, half smirking.
"Heya Fire. Yous ok?" He said finding his watch finally and checking the time, "Bettah git ready, wes gonna be late to the DO."
Spit Fire blinked back into reality and smiled brightly at Racetrack, "Oh fine Race, absolutely perfectly fine." She got off her bunk and headed to the washroom to prepare for another day of selling papers.
On her way out of the LH, she almost ran directly into the fearless leader of Brooklyn himself, Spot Conlon.
"Hey, watch where yous goin'," Spot stepped out of her way as he walked into the lodging house, "Yous got eyes. Use'em."
Spit Fire glared at Spot, "Yea, well this isn't even your lodging house, so don't go telling me what to do."
Spot rolled his eyes, "Don't even git me started Spit Fire," he held his cane under his arm and shook his head, "I ain't in the mood to mess wid your petty little differences. Ise own dis place jus as much as Jack does."
Spit Fire folded her arms and stood right in front of Spot, "What is your problem Conlon?"
"You. Now move," Spot took his cane in his hand and roughly pushed past Spit Fire, making her take a few steps back.
Spit Fire lunged back at Spot, ready to push him forward just for spite when Jack came down the stairway. She looked at Jack and sighed, leaving the lodging house. She'd run into Spot later and she knew it.
Jack watched Spit Fire leave and shook his head, "Heyah Spot. How's it rollin'? What yous doin' heyah this mornin'?"
Spot leaned up against the wall and smirked, "Yur boys are headin' inta me territory Jacky-boy."
Jack sighed, "Since when?"
"Since yestaday. Chance caught Race and Blink sellin' in Brooklyn." Spot smirked, "That ain't allowed Jacky-boy. There are plenty of places in Manhattan for'em ta sell."
Jack ran a hand through his hair, "Yous sell in Manhattan all da time Spot."
"Yeah dats when I stay ovah in Manhattan the night before. Race and Blink din't stay in Brooklyn two nights ago Jack. Look, I ain't askin' for much. Usually me boys soak any newsie that ain't from Brooklyn in our territory. But since theys from Manhattan…" He shrugged, "Yestahday was their warnin'. Any othah Manhattan newsie in Brooklyn is gonna git soaked Jack. Ise jus protectin' me territory."
"My boys know bettah then to be crouchin' in on Brooklyn Spot. You sure you ain't mistaken?"
Spot glared at Jack, "Look I ain't got the patience ta argue wid yous right now Jack. Haven't been gittin' much sleep lately and so Ise got a very small temperment right now." He sighed, "Yous tell yur boys ta watch their backs Jack."
Spot started out the LH and Jack shook his head, "Spot?"
Spot turned back and looked at Jack, waiting for him to finish. Jack just stood there contemplating what he was going to say.
"Jack. I mean what I say. I ain't tryin' ta cause trouble. Jus keepin' me boys selllin' enough to keep'em in Brooklyn."
Jack nodded and somewhat understood where Spot was coming from.
He looked around and smiled, "So yous still comin' ovah for the pokah game tonight?"
Spot's face grew bright with a very conniving smile, "Of course Jacky-boy, wouldn't miss it for da woirld. Mind if Ise bring some boys ovah? They'll go stir crazy widout me there." He laughed.
Jack nodded, "Bring a few sure. The more money I'll win."
Spot smirked and walked back over to Jack, spitting in his hand holding it out to him, "Yous mean the more money I'll win."
Jack spit in his hand and shook Spot's, signifying the still evident but now shaky trust between Brooklyn and Manhattan. Spot tipped his hat at Jack and headed out the LH back to Brooklyn to sell some papers for the day in order to have money to waste at the poker game later that night.