"Yeah yer real cute Conlon. I tries me hardest to make ya sound good infronta yer goil and you'se gotta go an' try ta sound cute," Cards countered, trying to appear angry.
"Yeah, shoah, whatevah. You'se two bettah get in heah before da boys starts ta talk about you'se. In case ya ain't heard Cards, I'se gets real jealous when oddah people's play wid me toys," Spot said fighting to keep a serious face.
"It ain't me fault dat yer toys are always lookin' fer a bettah owner," Cards teased while entering the room.
Bitter followed close behind him. Spot, always the gentlemen, helped her in the room. "Hey I wants ta talk to you'se fer a minute, okay?" Spot asked pulling her into the room he had earlier disappeared to.
"Yeah, shoah," she said, although it was somewhat pointless because by the time she had been able to answer Spot had already closed the door to the room. When she looked around she was very surprised. The room seemed to be somewhat of a large, empty closet. There were two wooden chairs, a small table, and a one flickering light that hung from the ceiling.
Spot followed her eyes around the room and said, "Yeah dis is me conference room." He looked around the shabby room. "You'se remind me ta call me decorator! Dis place is a disgrace!" he joked.
Bitter laughed. "So, did ya have a reason fer pullin' me inta a dark room where we are completely alone?" she asked innocently.
"Is you'se tryin' ta hint at somethin'?" Spot said pretending he didn't know what she was talking about.
"Well if all ya do is talk 'bout interior decoratin' when yer all alone wid a goil I think dat we are gunnna have some problems wid our relationship," she commented.
Spot pulled her into a long kiss. "What kinda problems was you'se talkin' about?" he asked after they had finished.
"Oh nevermind…" she said a little breathless. Spot smirked at her and sat down.
"Now we'se really does have ta talk. Look Brooklyn ain't like Manhattan at all. I knows me boys ain't gunna try nothin' but you'se gotta be more careful in da streets. You'se better always have one of me boys around if I'se can't be dere. Also, I'se was thinkin' now dat you'se are wid the leadah a da Brooklyn newsies it jest ain't fittin' fer you'se ta be a cleanin' goil. I'se knows ya don't wanna but Ise'll have ta insist dat you'se becomes a newsie. Ise'll take ya out tomorrow an' teach you'se. Dat is if you'se has no objections."
"It's about time! If I knew dat all I had ta do ta get out a cleanin' was kiss ya I woulda done it long ago…as horrible as it is," she joked.
"Hey watch yaself goil! Ain't nobody allowed ta talk ta da leader a Brooklyn likes dat!" Spot commanded trying to look fierce.
"Aw, look da puppy dog got his feelins hurt. I feel sorry…really I do!" Bitter said hurriedly, faking an apologetic look.
"Yeah, you'se will be! Anyways I'se gots stuff ta do tanight. I'se sorry but it can't be delayed any further since I'se already put it off a couple a weeks. So I'se is gunna leave you'se heah. Ise'll be out late, so I'll prolly jest see ya tamarrow." Spot got up to leave.
"Wait, Spot somethin' has been botherin' me. Just how many goils have ya had here? Da boys all made it seem like it happened all da time…"
"Oh…I figured you'se would bring dat up soonah or latah. Look Bittah I'se used ta be dat type a guy but now I'se isnt...see?" Spot explained.
"No I don't see. I also don't think ya could be more vague even if ya tried." Bitter asserted. "I was jest wondering…well have ya evah had a real steady goil?"
"I'se ain't really got time ta get inta dis wid you'se now an' I really don't never wanna get inta it. Dose oddah girls is in da past. Plus, I sweah I'se ain't nevah had a goil as special as you'se dat I actually liked. I'se really gotta go now, so how's bout me goodnight kiss?" Spot asked hopefully.
Bitter smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow I guess. Aldoh I really wish you weren't leavin' da foist night I am here. I don't even know anyone out der an' dey shoah do stare a lot. It's intimidatin' if not completely scary."
"I'se would get outta it if I'se could. How's 'bout I take ya out tomorrow aftah we'se sell our papes ta celebrate you'se bein' a real newsie?"
"All right…and I understand ya have ta leave I jest wish ya didn't have ta."
"Well if you'se understands den what if you'se gave me a real kiss dis time?" Spot asked pulling her in for a 'real kiss'.
They both exited the room. "Listen up boys. I'se gotta go out fer awhile an' I'se expects you'se ta be on yer best behavior. I'll know if you'se ain't good!" Spot announced. He then picked up his hat and secured his slingshot and cane into his belt loops. He looked around once more then walked straight out of the room.