*Standard Disclaimer: Newsies is not my production. It is own by Disney. The only character that I lay claim to is Piker.*
Jack walked past Spot and into his office, "Look, let's go over d'is in here. I'se tired and would like to sit down."
Piker looked past Spot and into his office, if you could call it that. It was square with a desk position a yard away from the wall opposite the door. It was poorly lit by one light bulb in the center of the room. There was four chairs altogether. One behind the desk, one in front of the desk, and two in the corners of the wall with the door. Jack wandered over to the desk, Spot gave one final glare and turned to stalk back to his desk. He eyed Piker and motioned to the chair in front of him. Mush pushed her into a walk and she slowly made it into the room. Mush stationed himself in the other corner chair as Kid Blink closed the door behind him. Racetrack stood a foot behind Piker, arms crossed looking ready to rumble.
"Pika', start explainin'." Jack said from the corner.
Piker flinched at little at the sound of his voice, turned to face him and said, "Well, rememba' when I'se told ya about da kid sayin' stuff about soakin' us. I'se didn't tell ya, dat I'se was in Brooklyn." She paused and then rushed in when she saw the look on Jack's face, "But I'se had no idea dat it was Brooklyn until lata' and I'se showa didn't know dat I'se tryin' to lift off of Spot Conlons." When she finished she turned and slumped into the chair only to be further glared at by Spot.
"Why's don't I'se believe you? I'm just about da most famous newsie in all of NEW YAWK!" Spot roared. Piker flinched again. She threw up her hand and made to get up only to be pushed back down by Racetrack. She sighed and slumped down.
"Spot, Spot calm down. We'se ain't gonna solve anyt'ing if we just yell." Jack said as he stood up and moved towards the center in front of the desk. He faced Spot.
"Why'se don'tcha believe him? He's neva lied to me befowa, why'se you? Look, I'm gonna take his words for da truth and dat means dat his punishment can be decided by you-" Spot smirked and Piker's eyes widened "-But only if I approve it!" Jack finished looking at both the newsies. Piker looked relieved and nodded even though there was no point. Her fate was decided. Spot looked a little disappointed, but he shrugged.
"Fine, he cleans da lodge house. From top to bottom."
Jack nodded and looked at Piker. She nodded and proceeded to do the spit-shake to seal the deal. Jack smiled, but quickly stopped when he remember the original mission. He turned once again to Brooklyn's fearless leader.
"Anoder t'ing. Piker also howd dat your newsies was lookin to soak us 'cause we'se supposedly da newsie powa. True?"
"Look, Jacky-boy. I'se sick of seein' your newsies get all da glory for da strike. As I said befowa, if it wasn't fowa us, youse would have neva won." With every word Spot leaned farther over the desk until he can Jack were almost nose to nose. Mush and Kid Blink moved closer to the front of the room and Piker tensed too. But Spot knew that this wasn't the time or the place for this. He glared one more time and pulled away.
"I'se not gonna do anyt'ing anytime soon, so's don't worry. You'll know when we'se hit." He walked around the desk and to the door. He opened it and motioned for them to leave. When Piker was walking by he grabbed her.
"You stay for a little longer. We'se need ta have a tawk."
Racetrack moved to stop Spot, but Jack stop him.
"If anyt'ing happens we'll be right outside da door and we'll hear it and come runnin' in. Don'st worry." Jack pulled Racetrack from the doorway as Spot shut it.
Piker's heart was caught in her throat. Spot had already walked back to his desk when she finally turned around
