"Yeah." Jack nodded and leaned against the doorway. Spot walked back towards the lodging house and leaned against the railing and looked at Jack.
"Well I'se was sittin' on me crates like normal, right? And this fiery red head started walkin' down me docks. I though' d'at d'is goil mighta been dah one fer dah week. So I'se jumped off me crate and walked towards her…."
The day Spit Fire stole his key
Spit Fire walked down the Brooklyn docks. She saw the conceited leader of Brooklyn sitting on his throne. A smug expression crawled across her face. Fire knew exactly how to get that key from around his neck.
Spot looked out of his kingdom; watching every one making sure everything ran smoothly. His pale gray blue eyes scan the surface of the cobalt water and over the docks when he noticed the fiery red head walking down his docks. He smirked to himself as he jumped off his crate and down to the docks, "Looks like dah goil of dah week's comin' tah you'se d'is time."
He walked a ways down the pier and stood there waiting for her to come to him. He folded his arms across his chest, tucking his cane under his arm. Spot studied the girl walking down his docks. She had brilliant red curly hair that fell to her shoulders. Spot had never seen a girl like her around Brooklyn. He caught her piercing green eyes with his pastel gray blue eyes. Spot gazed at her fair skin, her face lightly speckled with freckles. This girl intrigued him, not like the others. He could tell there was something different about her, but Spot couldn't place his finger on it.
Spit Fire kept her eyes fixed on Spot. She looked him over starting at his face and working her way down. She couldn't find what made him so intimidating, "So you're the infamous fearless leader Spot Conlon?"
"Yeah, d'at woul' be me." Spot said examining her carefully. She had a certain spark in her eye that let him know she was trouble, but he didn't make anything of it. He would have her under his control like all the others, "An' I'se at you'se service."
'Good this should make it easier since he's already at my service.' Spit Fire thought now all she had to do was get close enough to take the key, "Well I always wanted to know what it was like to be with Brooklyn." She said hinting. Fire felt she could take a rope and throw it over the rafters after tying it to her neck and jump, as soon as that comment left her mouth.
Spot liked this. He could tell this was the girl of the week. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. Spit Fire felt like she could throw up, but she played, along. Spit Fire had to get that key or else Reilly would have his way with her and she wasn't about to have sex with him, "Well I think that can be arranged." He smirked.
Spit Fire smiled sweetly and placed one of her hands on the back of Spot's neck. She playfully looped her fingers through the cord holding the key. She lightly tickled the back of his neck. Fire bit her lower lip and looked into Spot's eyes as she placed her other hand onto his chest, right over his key. Spot leaned in closer to kiss her, but Spit Fire had other plans. She had managed to untie the cord to the key, "Sorry Brooklyn." Fire said with a smirk. She wrapped her fingers around the key and pushed him away running down the docks, "Better luck next time!"
Spot stood there for a second soaking in what had just happened. He felt something slide down his shirt prickle his chest. Spot looked down and saw the cord for his key, yet there wasn't a key on it. It took Spot about two more seconds to realize that Fire had taken his key, "Hey Red! Get back heah wid me key!"
Spot took off down the docks after her. Spit Fire was two steps ahead of Spot she had made it down the street and was already heading across the bridge to the Bronx.
Back to Jack and Spot"So I'se chased her down tah dah end of dah Bridge and los' 'er in dah crowd." Spot took off his cabbie hat and stuffed it in his back pocket. He pushed his hair back and looked up at Jack.
Jack stood there trying to hold back the laughter that was to follow his story, but he couldn't, "She played you Spot, she played you like a fiddle."
"Well I ain't gonna let her take me by surprise no more. Dah foist two times were freebies." Spot scoffed.
While the two boys where talking neither noticed a guy across the street walk up and listen to them talk. Reilly stood in the shadows; he crossed his arm and leaned against the building across the street.
"Well I'se gotta get back tah Brooklyn before some one takes down dah Lodgin' House." Spot said looking at Jack, "Get me key back."
"No problem Spot." Jack snickered at Spot. He spit in his hand and held it out to Spot. Spot did the same.
"See yah tamarra." Spot walked off down the street. Jack laughed one more time and walked into the lodging house.
Reilly walked across the street quietly and into the alley along side the lodging house. He reached up and pulled the rusted ladder down. Reilly stealth fully climbed the fire escape and up to the bunkroom window. He hid in the shadows watching the movement through out the bunkroom, waiting for the right moment.