"Did I do something wrong?" Snitch asked, looking away quickly, a bit embarrased.

"No, nothing wrong..." Irish Flare started off thoughtfully. "I jist..." she paused, leaving Snitch to grow even redder in the face. Her voice lowered suddenly. "That wasn't supposed to happen..." she said, her voice barely above a whisper now.

Knowing she had said the wrong words, she put a finger to Snitch's lips when he opened his mouth to speak. He gave her quite a confused look as she edged closer, looking as though she needed to whisper something in his ear. But what she did was not with her lips, but with her heart. The look in her eyes was completely obvious to Snitch. She loved him.

~ ~ ~

Playful night set upon the city and left two lovebirds out in the darkness, speaking simple, obvious words that could not have seemed more complex. Love trailed them deep into the night and left them with no conception of time. The only reality that sounded was that of the horrors of the night, somehow deaf to the ears of the couple.
But playful as the night was, it had to sound it's reason with the unreasonable pair. Loud noises disturbed the air and the pair became uneasy and more thoughtful as to how dark it had become.

"Let's go back now," came a boy's voice.

The girl nodded and the two stood together, not daring to part completely, their sides bumping against each other as they walked. They reached the old, weathered lodging house and snuck in. "I'll wake you before anyone else knows your heah," Snitch promised and left her to a bunk beneath him, both afraid of what would happen if they spent the night in each other's arms.

"G'night." The last words of the evening.

~ ~ ~

Silence brought a half conscious girl to sit up uneasily, nausea and dizziness unable to help the state of confusion she had just entered. The room was filled with light and an overabundance of heat from the midday sun. Stepping to her feet, she found her way to the door blindly, her eyes only half open.

"Mornin' Bittah," Spot's rough voice greeted her as she bumped into him and the chair he happened to have shoved against the door to the hallway.

"Spot, where de hell is everyone..." Bittah scowled sleepily, resting her body against the wall, or rather steadying it there.

"Well I thought you desoived a day off in yer condition, so I made sure all de goils were real quiet dis mornin' so you could sleep off some a' your injury," Spot stood and held a hand out to Bitter for support.

With a growl, Bitter hit his hand away and attempted to stand on her own two feet, tipping a little. "Now ya listen heah, I know what you'se up to, I gots ta sell me papes today Spot... and you can't stop me..." Bitter scowled, walking towards the door with drunken steps.

"Ah ah ah, you ain't going anywhere 'cept to your bunk Miss Bittah." Spot couldn't help but smirk as he easily took a hold of her waist and escorted her back to the comfort of her bunk. Resistance from her was hardly a problem, her kicks and punches weak and barely effecting the hold he had around her. Once he finished helping her lay down (or rather forcing her to), he sat on the edge of her bed. "You'se gonna stay right dere an' I'se gonna go down and get de breakfast I had one a' de goils bring, airight?"

"Fine," Bitter muttered, barely wanting to move at that point nonetheless try to escape from Spot.

"If you move from dat bunk besides to go to the bathroom, I'll hafta find means of making you stay dere, got it?" Spot said, smirking a little. No matter how serious this situation could be, he couldn't help but smile when Bitter was acting this grumpy.

"Yeah yeah, I heah ya..." Bitter scowled and turned on her good side. "An' wipe dat smile off yer face, I could get outta heah with or without ya guardin' me like a hawk."

"Right Bittah..." That only made Spot smile even more and he hurriedly left the bunkroom to bring her up some fruit and bread for breakfast. Suprisingly enough she was still in the exact same position when he came back and her eyes were a bit red for some reason.

"Bittah your eyes look kinda puffy..." Spot started as he cut up an apple with his pocket knife.

"Just got some dust in me eye or something..." Bitter muttered, turning a little and seeming a bit more awake now. "Hey Spot, ya think ya could help me ta da bathroom.. I'm feeling a bit dizzy, don't wanna uh fall an' hit my head or something..." her eyes gleamed a little with the tears she had just let go while Spot was gone and she was pale as a ghost.

"Sure Bittah," he smiled and put the food down, helping her to her feet and then wrapping an arm tightly around her waist just in case she fainted on him. "So why were ya crying?" he asked in a caring voice as they made their way out of the room.

"I was not crying," Bitter scowled a little, "so shut ur mouth."

"Alright Bittah, just remember I'se got two ears an' they're open for listening anytime you wanna talk..." Spot said, opening the door to the bathroom.

Bitter propped herself by the door and looked at him funny. "Why you being nice ta me all a' de sudden Spot?"

That question made Spot smile shyly. "Well I'se happen ta care about you Bittah, even if you do seem to cause a lot a' trouble around heah..."

Beaming proudly, Bitter winked at him. "Just don't go soft on me Spot, now get outta heah so I can pee!"

Chuckling, Spot exited the bathroom and shut the door. "Call me when you'se done and decent!"

"Yeah yeah, no peeking."