Okay so Chapter Three! Drama is always good for a fic, I have to say. Don't worry the deeper the story gets the more other Newsies will come in to play. Also, this is set in the early 1890s, so it's been about four years since the strike making it the summer of 1890.

In case anyone needed that tid bit:)

READ ON!

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People were beginning to to crowd the Brooklyn Lodging House. The downstairs part of the lodge that was like a den almost was cleared away and an old scratched up table was place in the center. The population had more guys than girls, though this was expected. Puffs of cigar and cigarette smoke here and there fogged the air.

Racetrack Higgins sat at the big table leaning back in his chair, a cigar in his hand a smug expression on his face. Spot sat across from him at the table an equally smug, if not more cocky expression on his face. A cigarette was lit in his hand and he took a drag. Cowboy, Jack Kelly, sat next to Spot (a foot away) with a cigarette in-between his fingers as well. A pack laid between the boys with a small box of matches next to it. Other boys dotted seats around the table. The game hadn't started so there was a fair few seats that weren't claimed yet. Flick, the Bronx Leader, was sitting next to Race and they were talking about the races while they both smoked a cigar. Flick had short dirty blonde hair that was almost always messy. Other than his hair though, he was always clean, unlike most Newsie boys.

A brunette with long silky hair had her arms around Jack's neck and was sitting in a chair behind him, whispering in his ears. Jack smirked and turned his head to whisper back.

Spot wasn't paying attention to his friends though, he was watching as the black haired girl walked over to the bar they had set up and got three drinks. He and Stormy hadn't had time to actually talk since before the blonde had come to pester Spot. He rolled his eyes thinking of what had happened in his room that afternoon.

Stormy turned around after filling three mugs with the amber liquid and, expertly handling them, walked back over to the table. She walked behind Spot, putting one near Jack and one near Spot. then she went and placed herself on Spot's lap, feeling his arm slink around her waist. She smiled and thought about her conversation with Race earlier that day. She placed her own mug in front of herself.

"Didn't know ya favored whiskey, Butterfly." Spot noted.

"Eh, I've been around you guys too much. I'm accustomed to it now." She said shrugging and spun around, putting her legs on either side of him. Since she was wearing fitted black pants and a short sleeved dark blue button up shirt with a light blue outline it wasn't too riskay of her to be doing this. If she was wearing a skirt, that would be another thing.

Thankfully, no one around them realized this seeing as they were all too caught up in their own business.

Spot looked into her clear green orbs which seemed to be electrifyingly green. His grey-blue ones were cold as they usually were, but there was a glint of happiness in them as he looked at the girl.

"Whatcha up to, sweetie?" He asked, both of his hands on her waist.

"Ya know, I've been thinkin' about what you said earlier." Stormy began. She knew Race was listening because his talk with Flick had died down a bit and she could feel his eyes on her back. She smiled.

"Oh, have ya now?" He asked. Spot focused on her and only her. He had a way of making her feel like she was the only one in the room. A smirk that was as cocky as ever was playing on his lips.

"Yeah." She said. Stormy still had doubts about dating Spot, but she knew Race was always true to his word so she continued. "So, I was thinkin', we should, ya know, date." She finished and that smirk grew wider. "What do you think?" She asked, her hand against his chest, the fingers of that hand running small lines up and down.

"I think dats a grea' idea." He replied and kissed her sweetly. She smiled and turned around. Spot was watching her the whole while. Race looked at Stormy and they made eye contact. He gave her a big smile and a wink before turning back to Flacks and lighting another cigar.

Spot wrapped an arm protectively around Stormy's waist and she felt the difference of the tightness and way he held her than before. A pleasant smile formed on her face while she laid her head on his chest. He was wearing a clean white cotton shirt and old brown worn pants. Spot's confident, steady breathing could have lulled her to sleep if there wasn't so much noise in the damn place.

Jack finally turned his attention from the brunette as she slinked out of the lodge. He looked at the two and the way they were sitting and smirked. "I knew ya would end up datin' each odah." Jack said a smirk on his lips.

"Yeah yeah yeah." Spot said as he took a drag.

Race sighed impatiently. "Where da hell is da new leadah o' Queens?" He said loudly enough for everyone to hear.

"I'm here. hold ya horses Racetrack." The voice of a young woman rang out through the now silent room. No one. No one in the history of newsies had ever had a girl leader. Ever.

Race's mouth dropped. "Lucks." He greeted once he regained his composure. All the boys were speechless while the girls' faces beamed with pride.

Being one of the first to speak, Stormy opened her mouth. "Hey Lucks, it's great to see you again." Her friendly smile and obvious new gleam in her eye must have helped to say that she and Spot were now together.

Lucks smiled and her head flipped to the girl. "Stormy!" She exclaimed, pushing her short blonde hair out of her face. She abandoned the seat she had just taken up and walked over to them. "Spot? You mind if I steal Stormy for a tic?" She asked and Spots arms loosened his grip. Stormy stood up and Lucks grabbed her hand, pulling her away to an empty corner on the other side of the room.

Lucks smiled cockily. "I knew you two would hook up sooner or later." Lucks whispered smugly.

"I know, I just don't want my heart to be thrown back at me." Stormy confessed to someone who could actually give her some "girl" advice.

"Trust me, babe, it won't be. I think you might change the Lady's Man of New York for once and for all."

A smile crossed Stormy's face, "Ya think so?"

"Oh yeah." the other girl nodded, her dark blue eyes beaming.

"So, you're the new leader of Queens?"

"Mmmhmm and it's great! A little feminizing never did wrong, has it." She said, pushing some strands of hair out of her face.

"Did JAck have anything to do with this?" Stormy asked. They were talking in whispers now because all in the room was silent.

"Maybe. Maybe not." She asked but the grin on her face gave it all away.

"Are you SERIOUS! I can't believe it! Okay, he likes you."

"Does not."

"Does SO."

"Not uh."

"Um, yeah."

"Whatever." Lucks said, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes. "Wanna know who does though?" She asked, her eyes lighting up.

"Well, duh." Stormy said, linking arms with the girl.

"HEY GOILS WE WANNA START DA GAME LETS GO!" Spot and Race yelled at the same time. They then noticed that all the guys were sitting around the table now except for those who weren't going to play.

"Whoops." Stormy said and they both erupted into giggles. "But come on tell me."

"Oh! You'll have to see what I did to the place later, okay?"

"Well, duh!" Stormy said and rolled her eyes as though this was obvious. "Now tell."

They started over to the group, whispering and falling into fits of giggles. They stopped when they got to the table, both of them with their faces flushed, trying to suppress their giggles. Stormy unlinked arms with Rose and took her seat on Spot's lap. Lucks saw that the only sat available was next to Race so she walked over and sat in it.

Stormy looked at Lucks with a 'TELL ME NOW' look but Lucks just rolled her eyes with a smug smirk and shook her head.

Race began shuffling the cards and soon then game was started.

"I know nothing about Poker." Stormy confessed in a whisper.

"You'll learn, Butterfly, you'll learn." Spot said while he looked at the cards that Stormy held in her hands.

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Race leaned back in his chair, the smuggest expression ever on his face. "Anyone wanna play again?" He asked, shuffling the cards.

The other boys groaned and Race laughed, pulling all of his loot towards him.

Stormy returned to the table with five mugs filled to nearly the top with whiskey.

"Who knew a goil like 'er cud 'old 'er liquor so 'ell." Spot said motioning to Stormy as she placed a mug next to Jack's arm.

Jack nodded, "Ya nevah knew what tah expect from 'er."

Stormy walked to Lucks and crouched down, whispering into her ear: "Tell me NOW."

Lucks merely gave a small smirk and said "Later."

"Well. fine ." She said standing up and placing a mug next to Race before walking back over to Spot, their mugs still in her hands.

She placed the mugs on the table and sat down on his lap again, his arm protectively winding it's way around her waist. He kissed her neck, holding her hair out of the way with his free hand.

"Storms, isn't your mom going to wonder where you are?" Lucks asked suddenly. Stormy jolted upright, her back going rigid. Spot was surprised because he had momentarily forgot about Stormy and her mother's fight this morning.

Trying to relax, she fell back against his chest and Spot took her hand in his.

"Probably not." Stormy answered finally.

Lucks gave her a questioning look that Stormy gave an "I'll tell you later" look back to.

Lucks shrugged and sighed. "I'm kind of tired."

Stormy brought the glass to her lips and let the amber liquid flow down her throat, leaving a hot trail.

"Yeah...Me too." She agreed finally.

"Spot, mind if I steal your girlfriend for the night while I show her around Queens?" Lucks asked.

Spot regarded the new Leader carefully. He didn't want two girls walking alone in Brooklyn. "Yeah, shoah. No funny business dough and I'm sendin' this bloke with ya two till ya get tah Queens safe and sound." He said and hollered, almost immediately a big, burly guy about a year older than Spot came up behind him.

"Yeah Boss?"

"Take dese two tah Queens. Come back after. No stalling." Spot's orders were short and strict. Everyone knew what would happen if any guy didn't follow them to the word.

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Chapter three is finished! I know it wasn't too great but there's something big planned for Chapter four so stay tuned!