"Hey Blink." Spot said as he sat down with his drink in his hand
"Heya Spot." Blink said.
"Ooh, what ya get?" Mickey said, taking a sip from Spot's drink.
"Did I say youse could have a sip?" Spot said perturbed.
"No." Mickey said, getting up to get a drink. She came back with what looked like a beer, but was really a root beer.
"Dat beer?" Jack asked Mickey sat down.
"You." Mickey said.
"Really?" Spot said skeptically.
"Well ya know I just did a little dance for da bar tenda and he gave it ta me."
"Are ya serious?" Blink asked.
"No, I got root beer, I don't like da taste a beer."
Suddenly the lights dimmed (A/N yes they had electricity back then, oh and that's probably why in the movie they had electric exit signs)
"It's starting." Blink said. When the curtains opened, behind them revealed a girl about the age of 17 with fair skin, dark brown eyes, black hair that cascaded over her shoulder and a baby face. After the show was over Jack, Mickey, Spot and Blink went to the side door of Irving Hall to wait for Paris.
"Heya boys." Paris said when she stepped out through the door.
"Hey Paris." Blink said before he kissed her.
'So Spot," Paris said once she and Blink separated, "dis your new goil?" Paris said motioning to Mickey.
"No!" Spot said giving a disgusted look.
"Hi I'm Mckayla O'Shannon, call me Mickey." Mickey said introducing herself to Paris.
'Oh are ya da one dat Medda hired today?"
"Shoah am."
"Dats wonderful."
"Do ya have a brudda?"
"Ya why?"
"Well you looke like youse could be relatd ta one of my regular customers Racetrack Higgins."
"Racetrack hired prostitutes?" Jack said shocked.
"My brudda used a hooka?" Paris said angrily.
'No, he would just have me accompany him to da races sometimes, like I was his goil. So I guess I was more of an escort soivece." Mickey said.
"Ok, well I feel betta now. Ya see Race is my twin brudda."
"Dats nice."
""So youse two neva did anything?"
"No, never did anything. He's one a my good friends."
"Well Mickey and I betta head back home. Bye guys." Spot said as he and Mickey walked off. The two were walking back to Brooklyn silently.
"Mickey," Spot said suddenly, "I don't know what ta do wit ya. Sometimes I wanna hug ya cuz you're so sweet and funny, but otha times I wanna soak ya cuz youse are bein a brat."
"Uh, thanks?" Mickey said, unsur3e of what ta say.
"So, uh about dat kiss tonight, are yas sure ya didn't enjoy it?"
"Yes trust me if I woulda enjoyed it I woulda told ya."
"Well ya wanna try again?" Spot asked hopefully.
"No, not really." Mickey said, secretly smiling to herself.
"Come on, it was just one bad kiss, normally I'm a great kissa."
'How doo youse know? Do ya sit dere makin out wit yourself when no one's around?"
"No," Spot said defensively, "It's just every goil I eva kissed has said I was da vest. And youse are da foist who didn't e njoy it. I just don't wanna lose my touch dats all."
"Ya know what? Your'se awfully cute when you're neurotic."
"What's dat mean?"
Mickey sighed, "Aah come heah." Mickey said grabbing Spot's neck and kissing him. When they pulled apart Spot had a stupid smile on his face.
"I could get used to dat." Spot said.
"Well don't." Mickey said.
"So how was I?"
"You were da best."
"Really ya mean dat?"
"Couse I mean it. Anyways I was just playing wit your mind befoah."
"So all dat worryin was ova nothin?"
"Pretty much ya."
"See, now's one a dose times when I don't know whether ta soak ya or hug ya."
"How bout neither." Mickey said pushing spot away whose arms were open for a hug.
"Aah, youse drive me crazy." Spot said throwing his arms up.
"I'm sorry." Mickey said putting on a puppy dog face. The two talked about stupid stuff until the got back inside Spots room.
"Mickey, do ya mind if I ask ya a question somewhat of a poisanal nature?" Spot said once the two were both in there pajamas. Mickey was sitting on her bed and Spot sat down next to her.
"Shoa."
"When you was a hooka what was da hardest thing about it?"
Mickey rolled her eyes, she didn't like it when Spot asked her personal questions like that. Before she began speaking she sighed. "Well at foist it was not getting emotionally attatched to da guy, but afta a while I started looking at them as my job."
"Oh so has bein a hooka affected yor relationships with men?" Mickey looked at Spot and gave him a look that said she was uncomfortable.
"Yes." Mickey said looking down into her lap.
"You don't like talkin about your past do ya?" Spot said putting a hand over Mickey's small hand.
"Ya."
"You've been though a lot haven't ya?" Spot asked.
He placed his index finger under her chin, lifting her head to face his face. Mickey nodded. Spot noticed that a tear was trickling down her cheek, so he kissed it away. Mickey smiled and without warning they kissed but this kiss wasn't fiery like the other ones, this was a sweet and simple kiss. When they separated the both looked at each other and smiled, but Mickey was still crying. Mickey pulled her legs up to her chest and rested her head on her knees. Spot placed a protective arm around her and pulled her to him, her head resting on his bare chest. Memories of Mickey's past began flooding back to her and she began crying harder. Spot held her trembling form as she cried. Eventually her crying ceased and Spot could feel her steady breathing on his bare chest. Spot lay Mickey's sleeping form down on her bed and put the covers on her. Spot was getting up to get in his bed when he felt Mickey's hand grab his. Spot looked down and Mickey pulled him back into her bed. Spot crawled under the covers and lay down, Mickey moved her head from the pillow to Spot's chest. Within two minutes the two were sleeping soundly.
"Heya Spot." Blink said.
"Ooh, what ya get?" Mickey said, taking a sip from Spot's drink.
"Did I say youse could have a sip?" Spot said perturbed.
"No." Mickey said, getting up to get a drink. She came back with what looked like a beer, but was really a root beer.
"Dat beer?" Jack asked Mickey sat down.
"You." Mickey said.
"Really?" Spot said skeptically.
"Well ya know I just did a little dance for da bar tenda and he gave it ta me."
"Are ya serious?" Blink asked.
"No, I got root beer, I don't like da taste a beer."
Suddenly the lights dimmed (A/N yes they had electricity back then, oh and that's probably why in the movie they had electric exit signs)
"It's starting." Blink said. When the curtains opened, behind them revealed a girl about the age of 17 with fair skin, dark brown eyes, black hair that cascaded over her shoulder and a baby face. After the show was over Jack, Mickey, Spot and Blink went to the side door of Irving Hall to wait for Paris.
"Heya boys." Paris said when she stepped out through the door.
"Hey Paris." Blink said before he kissed her.
'So Spot," Paris said once she and Blink separated, "dis your new goil?" Paris said motioning to Mickey.
"No!" Spot said giving a disgusted look.
"Hi I'm Mckayla O'Shannon, call me Mickey." Mickey said introducing herself to Paris.
'Oh are ya da one dat Medda hired today?"
"Shoah am."
"Dats wonderful."
"Do ya have a brudda?"
"Ya why?"
"Well you looke like youse could be relatd ta one of my regular customers Racetrack Higgins."
"Racetrack hired prostitutes?" Jack said shocked.
"My brudda used a hooka?" Paris said angrily.
'No, he would just have me accompany him to da races sometimes, like I was his goil. So I guess I was more of an escort soivece." Mickey said.
"Ok, well I feel betta now. Ya see Race is my twin brudda."
"Dats nice."
""So youse two neva did anything?"
"No, never did anything. He's one a my good friends."
"Well Mickey and I betta head back home. Bye guys." Spot said as he and Mickey walked off. The two were walking back to Brooklyn silently.
"Mickey," Spot said suddenly, "I don't know what ta do wit ya. Sometimes I wanna hug ya cuz you're so sweet and funny, but otha times I wanna soak ya cuz youse are bein a brat."
"Uh, thanks?" Mickey said, unsur3e of what ta say.
"So, uh about dat kiss tonight, are yas sure ya didn't enjoy it?"
"Yes trust me if I woulda enjoyed it I woulda told ya."
"Well ya wanna try again?" Spot asked hopefully.
"No, not really." Mickey said, secretly smiling to herself.
"Come on, it was just one bad kiss, normally I'm a great kissa."
'How doo youse know? Do ya sit dere makin out wit yourself when no one's around?"
"No," Spot said defensively, "It's just every goil I eva kissed has said I was da vest. And youse are da foist who didn't e njoy it. I just don't wanna lose my touch dats all."
"Ya know what? Your'se awfully cute when you're neurotic."
"What's dat mean?"
Mickey sighed, "Aah come heah." Mickey said grabbing Spot's neck and kissing him. When they pulled apart Spot had a stupid smile on his face.
"I could get used to dat." Spot said.
"Well don't." Mickey said.
"So how was I?"
"You were da best."
"Really ya mean dat?"
"Couse I mean it. Anyways I was just playing wit your mind befoah."
"So all dat worryin was ova nothin?"
"Pretty much ya."
"See, now's one a dose times when I don't know whether ta soak ya or hug ya."
"How bout neither." Mickey said pushing spot away whose arms were open for a hug.
"Aah, youse drive me crazy." Spot said throwing his arms up.
"I'm sorry." Mickey said putting on a puppy dog face. The two talked about stupid stuff until the got back inside Spots room.
"Mickey, do ya mind if I ask ya a question somewhat of a poisanal nature?" Spot said once the two were both in there pajamas. Mickey was sitting on her bed and Spot sat down next to her.
"Shoa."
"When you was a hooka what was da hardest thing about it?"
Mickey rolled her eyes, she didn't like it when Spot asked her personal questions like that. Before she began speaking she sighed. "Well at foist it was not getting emotionally attatched to da guy, but afta a while I started looking at them as my job."
"Oh so has bein a hooka affected yor relationships with men?" Mickey looked at Spot and gave him a look that said she was uncomfortable.
"Yes." Mickey said looking down into her lap.
"You don't like talkin about your past do ya?" Spot said putting a hand over Mickey's small hand.
"Ya."
"You've been though a lot haven't ya?" Spot asked.
He placed his index finger under her chin, lifting her head to face his face. Mickey nodded. Spot noticed that a tear was trickling down her cheek, so he kissed it away. Mickey smiled and without warning they kissed but this kiss wasn't fiery like the other ones, this was a sweet and simple kiss. When they separated the both looked at each other and smiled, but Mickey was still crying. Mickey pulled her legs up to her chest and rested her head on her knees. Spot placed a protective arm around her and pulled her to him, her head resting on his bare chest. Memories of Mickey's past began flooding back to her and she began crying harder. Spot held her trembling form as she cried. Eventually her crying ceased and Spot could feel her steady breathing on his bare chest. Spot lay Mickey's sleeping form down on her bed and put the covers on her. Spot was getting up to get in his bed when he felt Mickey's hand grab his. Spot looked down and Mickey pulled him back into her bed. Spot crawled under the covers and lay down, Mickey moved her head from the pillow to Spot's chest. Within two minutes the two were sleeping soundly.
