"Pyro, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Spot glared, catching his breath.
Staring wide eyed at him, Pyro eased up and put the lighter back into her pocket. "What the fuck am I doing? What the fuck are you doing? You should know better than the sneak up on me like that! I almost burned your face off… that might be an improvement though." She let out a sigh of relief that she did not have to fight someone just yet. Then, she turned to walk away because she remembered about the money.
It was Spot's turn to do the pinning as he grabbed her by the arm and did to her as she did to him just moments before. "Where's my money?" He could not help himself as he stared at her chest.
"I'm not telling you until you ask me to my face." She narrowed her eyes at him. "Stop staring at my chest!" She demanded bluntly.
Making a face, he shook his head and looked into her eyes. "Get over yourself. So, where's my money?" He placed his hands on the wall on either side of her to make sure she would not run away.
"The money that you won just by fucking some girl?" Pyro glared at him. "I let Race keep it. He had a bad day and lost all of his money. I felt bad for him. Yeah, that's right I felt bad because unlike you, I have feelings of sympathy for people other than myself."
"I told ya not to come back without it." Spot looked her over. He didn't know why but he could not keep his eyes off of her body. Now, he couldn't think of anything to say. He always knew what to say to Pyro.
"And, I told ya to settle your own fucking bets." With a smile, she ducked down and went under his right arm. That was one of the advantages about not being very tall. She could get her way out of almost any close situation that she did not want to be in.
Spot was taken back by her sudden escape from him. Searching his brain for something to say, he was stumped. The only thing he could think to do was follow her and that's what he did. "I want my money." He stated as he fell in step with her.
Pyro gave him a glance. "I see that you still have your arms and legs. Walk to Manhattan and get the money yourself."
"The whole idea of you getting it for me was so that I didn't have to go." He watched her as she pulled out a cigarette and lit it. As she put the cigarette to her lips to take a drag, he was suddenly struck by her beauty. Oh, how he wished to be that cigarette.
"That's really not my problem." She exhaled, blowing some smoke into the air. "Although, I see why you would want to get your money from that bet now. I mean, you won't be making bets like that anymore now that you've gotta share your bed with me. Because let me tell you something right now: I will not spend a night in the boys bunkroom just so you can have an easy fuck."
"Ya know for a girl, you've got a pretty dirty mouth." He smirked at her. That was one of the reasons why he liked her. It's not like he'd ever admit that though.
"That's what I get for spending so much time with you." She ran a hand through her hair. It seemed as if his anger had just disappeared and so her tension had been eased. "I like my dirty mouth. It gives me character."
As they stood in front of the lodging house, Spot looked at her and grinned. Then the question that he didn't even know he wanted to know the answer to came. "So, you talk like that when you're fucking a guy?" The words came out so fast and he couldn't stop them.
Pyro's eyes flashed dark brown and she was going to punch him right then and there. Fighting back the urge to slug him, she just glared at him. Then, she felt something inside of her change. Her heart had just skipped a beat. Spot Conlon wanted to know what she was like in bed. That frightened her slightly and at the same time it made her want him. But, Pyro O'Shea would never do anything to purposely make him happy. Dropping the cigarette on the ground and putting it out, she took a few steps towards him until she was only about an inch away from his face. A grin spread across her face. "Bite me, Conlon." She turned around and walked up the front steps and into the lodging house.