Heh..yea well thanks for everyone whose reading this lol..coming to a GRAND
total of 2!!! Lol well here is another chapter..
If I could get Spot to look the other way, I could slip past Jack's friends and Spot around another table in the front, it was my only chance, I carefully proceeded to edge towards the door.
"Hey Jack, whose ya lady friend?" Spot said with a smirk on his face
"Ah dis one? She's jist some goil in heah" "Is dat so? Well den I think I'll hava look at 'ah" Spot grabbed my wrist and spun me around towards him, his eyes widened and his grip on my wrist tightened, he knew me.
SHIT
I resorted to the only move that was going to save me, and since my leg was stuck under my dress, I knew I had but one choice, charm him!
I smiled my most dazzling smile, "Why hello- Spot?"
His hands lessened their hold on me, "Yea, yea. dat's me name, Spot," he began blinking a little and his hands slipped from my wrists completely. I saw something in his eyes change, like he was unsure if it was really that girl who beat him up twice in one 24 hour period.
"Yea, I'm Spot," he said again, holding his hand out for me to shake, I laughed lightly, "going to reiterate that once more for me, Spot?" I said taking his hand
"Uh, um. nah im jist poifect," he pulled my hand towards his lips, "Please'd ta meet ya acquaintance," I flashed him another bright smile, "Please, the pleasure is all mine" I giggled when he breathed on my hand, I knew it was a sure fire way to get his mind away from what he was trying to piece together.
"Well," I said, turning to the one Spot had identified as Jack, "I've got to get going, see you around fella's" I said walking out of the restaurant. I heard a collective sigh from the group and as soon as they saw me walk all the way out, I darted into the alley next to the restaurant and began listening at the window near their table.
"Heya Spot. I tink's she likes yeh" said Jack, "Who'da thought? Dah leadah of da Brooklyn newsies was getting da looks from dat woik a a't!"
Spot gave a half smile, "Ya sayin dat like it's news" he smirked, "I guess it's just me looks dat caught 'er poity little eyes," his eyes narrowed for a second, "Hey wait a minute. dat goil. dammit dat was 'er! Dat's da goil!"
Jack shook his head, "Dat goil beat you up? Dat gorgeous dall beat up dah leadah of Brooklyn!" Spot hit him in the stomach, if a little playfully it still seemed to hurt.
"Ain't nobody beat me up Jack, she got lucky I didn't soak 'ah when I had da chance!" said Spot defensively.
I heard a noise behind me, I turned: a bulky boy around 19 or 20 was leaning against the alley wall, "Heya dall face" he cracked his largely grotesque knuckles, I looked at him and said with authority, "Don't call me 'doll face'"
If I could get Spot to look the other way, I could slip past Jack's friends and Spot around another table in the front, it was my only chance, I carefully proceeded to edge towards the door.
"Hey Jack, whose ya lady friend?" Spot said with a smirk on his face
"Ah dis one? She's jist some goil in heah" "Is dat so? Well den I think I'll hava look at 'ah" Spot grabbed my wrist and spun me around towards him, his eyes widened and his grip on my wrist tightened, he knew me.
SHIT
I resorted to the only move that was going to save me, and since my leg was stuck under my dress, I knew I had but one choice, charm him!
I smiled my most dazzling smile, "Why hello- Spot?"
His hands lessened their hold on me, "Yea, yea. dat's me name, Spot," he began blinking a little and his hands slipped from my wrists completely. I saw something in his eyes change, like he was unsure if it was really that girl who beat him up twice in one 24 hour period.
"Yea, I'm Spot," he said again, holding his hand out for me to shake, I laughed lightly, "going to reiterate that once more for me, Spot?" I said taking his hand
"Uh, um. nah im jist poifect," he pulled my hand towards his lips, "Please'd ta meet ya acquaintance," I flashed him another bright smile, "Please, the pleasure is all mine" I giggled when he breathed on my hand, I knew it was a sure fire way to get his mind away from what he was trying to piece together.
"Well," I said, turning to the one Spot had identified as Jack, "I've got to get going, see you around fella's" I said walking out of the restaurant. I heard a collective sigh from the group and as soon as they saw me walk all the way out, I darted into the alley next to the restaurant and began listening at the window near their table.
"Heya Spot. I tink's she likes yeh" said Jack, "Who'da thought? Dah leadah of da Brooklyn newsies was getting da looks from dat woik a a't!"
Spot gave a half smile, "Ya sayin dat like it's news" he smirked, "I guess it's just me looks dat caught 'er poity little eyes," his eyes narrowed for a second, "Hey wait a minute. dat goil. dammit dat was 'er! Dat's da goil!"
Jack shook his head, "Dat goil beat you up? Dat gorgeous dall beat up dah leadah of Brooklyn!" Spot hit him in the stomach, if a little playfully it still seemed to hurt.
"Ain't nobody beat me up Jack, she got lucky I didn't soak 'ah when I had da chance!" said Spot defensively.
I heard a noise behind me, I turned: a bulky boy around 19 or 20 was leaning against the alley wall, "Heya dall face" he cracked his largely grotesque knuckles, I looked at him and said with authority, "Don't call me 'doll face'"