The stare between the two of them because more intense. Jack wasn't sure if he should step in and do something, but then again he didn't have a death wish.
"Yeah, we'se know each othah." He said to Jack keeping his eyes set on Spit Fire's, "We don' know each othah personally, but I believe she's got somethin' of mine."
Spit Fire looked at him and raised an eyebrow, "And what of yours do I have? Who would want any thing of yours?" Spit Fire kept her hand around the key in her pocket. She had only taken it as a dare and nothing more. If Spit Fire could help it she wouldn't go with in a hundred feet of Spot.
"I dunno, Red what didja take from me and why didja want it?" Spot asked taking a few steps closer to her. His tactics of intimidating her weren't working. Spot was surprised that it wasn't working; there wasn't a person in New York he couldn't intimidate.
"The name's Spit Fire." She said to Spot. Fire didn't move from her position. She knew he was expecting her to take a step back and show she was afraid of him, but she wouldn't because Spot didn't scare her in anyway. Fire knew if she wanted to she could soak Spot right then and there, "And I don't have anything of yours. Must have been some one else."
"I don' know too many fiery red head wid an attitude problem in the Brooklyn area so it musta been you." Spot and Fire locked eyes. Her green eyes glowing and Spot's blue eyes turning gray and ominous.
"And I only know one egotistical, overconfident, cocky Brooklyn leader." Spit Fire retorted. Jack stood there and watched in amusement. He could tell it would be good to have Spit Fire on Manhattan's side instead of against him.
Spot began to grow impatient with this game. With every word that came out of Spit Fire's mouth he was becoming more enraged. He knew she had his key. Spot could remember that day when she showed up at the docks and took him by surprise. That was the last time he was ever going to let her do that, "Jus' give me me key." He said to Spit Fire holding his hand out.
Fire just looked at his hand, "Do you think if I had it I would give it back to you that easily?" She asked her hand was still wrapped around the key making a slight impression in her hand. Spit Fire could tell she was getting to the leader of Brooklyn and she was enjoying every minute of it. Spot watched her body language and noticed her hand was in her pocket. He had seen her place it there in the beginning of the conversation and not move it since. Spot knew she had the key on her.
"Okay you'se had yer chance. I asked fer it back an-" Spit Fire cut off Spot.
"You didn't ask for it, you demanded it back." She stated. Spot had had enough him made a grab for her arm catching it. Spit Fire let go of the key as he pulled her hand out of her pocket. Spit Fire allowed a small smirk to dance across her lips. Spot narrowed his eyes and turned her hand over; looking at it he saw the impression in her hand.
"I want me key back now. I ain't askin' I'se tellin' you'se." Spot threatened her. Spit Fire looked at him she was giving him ten seconds to let go of her arm before she gave him a black eye instead of his key. Fire clenched her fist tightly; her knuckles began to turn white.
"You have about three more seconds to let go of my arm before my fist meets your face." Spit Fire said flat out. Spot was going to make a move for the key in her pocket. He didn't think she was seriously going to hit him. Spit Fire count down in her head.
Just as Spot made a grab for the key in her pocket Spit Fire sent a left hook into Spot's eye. Spot stumbled back. She had crossed the line. Spot regained his composure and tackled Fire to the ground. He straddled her hips pinning her arms to the ground.