"What are you doing here?" I whispered trying not to wake my father up.
"Do youse wanna go ta Brooklyn?" He grinned.
"You wake me up in the middle of the night to ask me if I want to go to Brooklyn?" I stated wondering if this was all a joke.
"Ya, d'ere's a party ova d'ere and I'se tought youse might want ta come. So what do ya say?"
"Give me five minutes." I smiled as I closed the window and began to dress. Once I was done I walked down the fire escape and awaiting me was Spot. As we began to walk I noticed him look me over.
"O.k. what is it?" I asked a little defensively.
"Nuting, youse look nice dat's all."
"Thank you." I smiled. An hour later we reached the party.

Spot of course was greeted by flirty hellos from numerous girls. Spot later engaged in a poker game. I watched as a number of people gathered around to watch him play. I hadn't known the extent of power and admiration he got and it kind of amazed me. Everyone at the party had an admirable yet fearful attitude towards him. I soon grew bored of watching him play and I found myself wondering around. By the time I got back I found Spot with two girls, one on each lap. I simply rolled my eyes, and walked over towards him.

"Spot, thanks for a wonderful night, but I think I'll be headed home now." I told him. "Don't worry I'll be fine. I'll see around." I then walked home, my mind a blur. Spot was something else. He had no cares in the world, and a part of me envied him. I reached home at about four o'clock in the morning and I was exhausted. I immediately passed out on my bed.