Randy looked up and her face darkened. "I should ask you the same
thing, Conlon."
"I came, cuz.cuz, well cuz you shouldn't be out this late. It's almost dinner time." said Spot looking dignified.
"I can take care of meself just fine, Conlon. The last thing I need is the welcome wagon coming to get me and bring me back home so they can tuck me into bed! So, if you would be so kind, leave before I get mad." hissed Randy.
"This is you not mad? I'd hate to see your furious." said Spot coolly.
"Spot, if you don't leave now, I'll never speak to you again." said Randy malevolently.
Spot smirked. "You and I both know that's not true." he said with a cocky grin, before turning and heading out through the door.
"Just be home soon, Randy." said Jack quickly before heading out the door after Spot.
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As Jack caught up with Spot he turned to him and asked. "Just what happened yesterday, all I knows is, Randy came home hatin' yous more den' ever, and she went to bed wittout anudder word."
Spot grimaced, "Alright, I'll tell ya, but only because yous' know if yous' told anyone I would beat ya to a pulp."
Jack snickered, but turned to attention quickly as Spot told all the things that had happened. Of course, he may have left out a few of the things Randy had said to him.
When he was finished, Jack suddenly grabbed him by the caller and held him close to his face. "Were you planning on trying to seduce Randy?" he said glaring at Spot.
Spot smirked. "I wish." he laughed, but quickly stopped at the tightening of Jack's grip. "Look cowboy, I wasn't brining her there to have sex wid her, I just wanted to show her sumthin'. Now let me down before I take out me cane."
Jack slowly released Spot, a suspicious look in his eyes. "What were yous gunna show 'er?" he asked.
"None of yous business, that's what." said Spot.
"Look Spot, eider yous tell me what yous were gunna show her, or I'll tell Race dat you're in love wid 'im." He laughed inside himself, imagining the shocked and disgusted look on Race's face if he thought that a BOY liked him.
"Whatever." said Spot. "I was just gunna show 'er the pitchers dat de' newspaper printed of da' strike."
"What for?" laughed Jack.
"I, uh, I tought dat maybe, yous know, it might impress her." the last part he said extremely fast and soft, but Jack still heard him.
"Awww, looks like Spot's got a little crush, he's in loooooovvvee." Jack erupted in laughter but was quickly silenced by a blow from Spot that hit him in the stomach.
"Shut up, cowboy." said Spot, glowering at Jack. "Ise betta' get back to da' lodgin' house, da boys will be waiting for me." then he headed off down the road towards Brooklyn as Jack continued home, smiling from silent fits of laughter.
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Meanwhile, at Tibby's-
"David?"
"Yeah?" said David, gulping nervously. This was it; she was going to lean in for the kiss.
"I think it's time I got back to da' lodgin' house now." said Randy, causing disappointment to show clearly on David's face, then to be erased with a polite smile.
"Of course, come on, I'll take you home." sighed David.
"That's not really necessary, but if you're heading that way anyway, I suppose we could walk together." replied Randy, making sure David knew where her boundaries lied. It wasn't that she didn't like David; it was the fact that she was going to force herself to not like him. She wasn't going to show David care, it was something she just didn't know how to do.
As the two walked together, in a somewhat comfortable silence, their foot steps in sync with the others, Randy thought about how the day had gone. She had made a friend, had a great time, and ended the day not so bad. But then the figure of Spot Conlon entered her mind, causing her to take on a more, angry look. Fortunately, David didn't notice.
Why did Spot have to bother her so much, she hated him, couldn't he tell that? What was wrong with him? What was wrong with her? How could she even think of Spot, no matter how much she knew she hated him? She kicked herself because in her mind, all she kept seeing was that handsome, half smile of his, grinning sheepishly under his twinkling eyes.
Randy crawled into bed that night, preparing herself for a long awaited, peaceful night's sleep.
However she was not prepared for what the night had yet to come...
"I came, cuz.cuz, well cuz you shouldn't be out this late. It's almost dinner time." said Spot looking dignified.
"I can take care of meself just fine, Conlon. The last thing I need is the welcome wagon coming to get me and bring me back home so they can tuck me into bed! So, if you would be so kind, leave before I get mad." hissed Randy.
"This is you not mad? I'd hate to see your furious." said Spot coolly.
"Spot, if you don't leave now, I'll never speak to you again." said Randy malevolently.
Spot smirked. "You and I both know that's not true." he said with a cocky grin, before turning and heading out through the door.
"Just be home soon, Randy." said Jack quickly before heading out the door after Spot.
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As Jack caught up with Spot he turned to him and asked. "Just what happened yesterday, all I knows is, Randy came home hatin' yous more den' ever, and she went to bed wittout anudder word."
Spot grimaced, "Alright, I'll tell ya, but only because yous' know if yous' told anyone I would beat ya to a pulp."
Jack snickered, but turned to attention quickly as Spot told all the things that had happened. Of course, he may have left out a few of the things Randy had said to him.
When he was finished, Jack suddenly grabbed him by the caller and held him close to his face. "Were you planning on trying to seduce Randy?" he said glaring at Spot.
Spot smirked. "I wish." he laughed, but quickly stopped at the tightening of Jack's grip. "Look cowboy, I wasn't brining her there to have sex wid her, I just wanted to show her sumthin'. Now let me down before I take out me cane."
Jack slowly released Spot, a suspicious look in his eyes. "What were yous gunna show 'er?" he asked.
"None of yous business, that's what." said Spot.
"Look Spot, eider yous tell me what yous were gunna show her, or I'll tell Race dat you're in love wid 'im." He laughed inside himself, imagining the shocked and disgusted look on Race's face if he thought that a BOY liked him.
"Whatever." said Spot. "I was just gunna show 'er the pitchers dat de' newspaper printed of da' strike."
"What for?" laughed Jack.
"I, uh, I tought dat maybe, yous know, it might impress her." the last part he said extremely fast and soft, but Jack still heard him.
"Awww, looks like Spot's got a little crush, he's in loooooovvvee." Jack erupted in laughter but was quickly silenced by a blow from Spot that hit him in the stomach.
"Shut up, cowboy." said Spot, glowering at Jack. "Ise betta' get back to da' lodgin' house, da boys will be waiting for me." then he headed off down the road towards Brooklyn as Jack continued home, smiling from silent fits of laughter.
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Meanwhile, at Tibby's-
"David?"
"Yeah?" said David, gulping nervously. This was it; she was going to lean in for the kiss.
"I think it's time I got back to da' lodgin' house now." said Randy, causing disappointment to show clearly on David's face, then to be erased with a polite smile.
"Of course, come on, I'll take you home." sighed David.
"That's not really necessary, but if you're heading that way anyway, I suppose we could walk together." replied Randy, making sure David knew where her boundaries lied. It wasn't that she didn't like David; it was the fact that she was going to force herself to not like him. She wasn't going to show David care, it was something she just didn't know how to do.
As the two walked together, in a somewhat comfortable silence, their foot steps in sync with the others, Randy thought about how the day had gone. She had made a friend, had a great time, and ended the day not so bad. But then the figure of Spot Conlon entered her mind, causing her to take on a more, angry look. Fortunately, David didn't notice.
Why did Spot have to bother her so much, she hated him, couldn't he tell that? What was wrong with him? What was wrong with her? How could she even think of Spot, no matter how much she knew she hated him? She kicked herself because in her mind, all she kept seeing was that handsome, half smile of his, grinning sheepishly under his twinkling eyes.
Randy crawled into bed that night, preparing herself for a long awaited, peaceful night's sleep.
However she was not prepared for what the night had yet to come...