"Get the hell off me!" Spit Fire shouted trying to get Spot off of her. Spot new she had gotten him by surprise again. He could feel the pain shooting from his eye to the back of his head. Spot had never felt any one let alone a girl, punch that hard before. He looked down at Spit Fire who was now at his mercy. Spot wondered how many times she had been in this position before and he smirked to himself.
Fire was disgusted with the smug look on his face. She knew exactly what he was thinking, "This is as close as you'll ever get, Brooklyn."
Spot frowned, "So am I gonna hafta get me key outta yer pocket, Red? Or are you gonna hand it to ovah?" Spot could feel the key in her pocket against his leg.
Jack watched the two of them. He decided he would give it a few more minutes before he broke it up; no one was really getting hurt, yet. Jack began to wonder how Spit Fire had gotten the key away from him. Spot normally wore it around his neck. Jack decided that he would just ask later. It would make for a rather amusing story afterward when there was nothing to do.
"I would give it to you, because you're sure as hell not going into my pocket." Spit Fire glared at him, "But you see I have this big lug sitting on me, if you get off of me I could give you your damn key." Spit Fire squirmed underneath him to get free.
Spot looked at her knowing he was winning this one, "How do I'se know d'at if I let you'se up you'll give me me key?"
"Well you got two choices…" She said pulling one of her arms free, "You can A trust me and let me up get your key, or B you can stay where you are and I can make you get off of me." It wasn't like she hadn't been this way before she knew what to do to get him off of her.
"Oh Really, I'd li-" Spot was trying to pin her other arm down. Fire pulled her other arm free and managed to tackle Spot so he was not at her mercy. She shoved his shoulders hard into the floor. Jack new this was his cue.
"So Spot is d'ere a reason you'se heah in Manhattan?" He asked pulling Spit Fire off of Spot. Fire pulled out of Jack's grip and stood there crossing her arms. Jack was surprised that she had let him pull her off of Spot. He had half been expecting to get hit in the eye or something. He gave her a look that said to stay right there and not to trying anything.
Fire stood there and looked at Spot harshly. He looked back at her. Spot still hadn't gotten his key back and was pretty peeved about that, "Yeah, I'se hearin' thin's." He said to Jack taking his glare from Spit Fire and looking at Jack. He could feel his eye starting to bruise, "About a gang in New Yawk. D'ey call d'em selves dah Rippahs."
Spit Fire could feel the color drain from her face. Jack glanced over at her and then back to Spot, "Do you'se know what they wan'?" He asked.
"Nah, somethin' about some goil." Spot shook his head, "They's gonna be headin' tah Manhattan sometime wid in dah next week." Spot noticed Spit Fire was pale, "Whad 're you afraid of d'em Red?" He asked snickering.
"No, I'm not afraid of anything." Fire made a horrible face at Spot. Jack stepped between them before another fight broke out.
"Spit Fire if you are going to stay heah dah foist thin' yah need tah loin is yah can' soak dah company when d'ey walk in." Jack turned to face her, "Why don' you'se go see if some one can point out a bunk to you. And try not to soak them."
Spit Fire looked at Jack, "Does that mean I can soak them after they've been here for more then five minutes?" Spit Fire asked.
"No, now go fin' a bunk." Jack said. Fire debated on whether to tell Jack that her brother was part of the Rippers or not. She figured she would just tell him later when the tension was better. Spit Fire nodded and walked up the stairs.
"Wait a minute, I din't get me key back." Spot looked at Jack, "She's more trouble then you'se askin' fer."
"Don' be givin' me dah nasty look I ain' dah one who took your key an' I have a feelin' she'll listen tah me." Jack said shaking his head, "I'll get it for you later. Who 're d'ese Rippers?"
"They's one of the most feared gangs in New Yawk. They's kill any one or what ever stands in d'ere way they get rid of." Spot said in all seriousness. Spit Fire stopped at the top of the stairs and listen to there conversation.
"If he thinks he's gettin' his key back he's gotta another thing coming to him." Spit Fire muttered to herself. She listened to what Spot was saying and all of it was true.
"They's headed tah Manhattan if you'se need any help let me know." Spot tenderly touched his eye and then dropped his hand, "An' keep d'at goil outta Brooklyn." He warned heading towards the door.
Spit Fire stood up and walked into the bunkroom. She knew where she was headed tomorrow. First Brooklyn then to find the where the Rippers where in New York, maybe she could talk her brother out of coming to Manhattan and going to Brooklyn instead.
Jack followed Spot out of the lodging house, "I'll keep her away." He said, "So Spot how did she get yer key?"
Spot stopped, and then turned to look at Jack, "Yah really wanna know?"