"She eva faint befoah?" Spot asked, looking at the soaking girls. His key glinted in the sunlight, and the two girls were too shocked to speak. Now it was suddenly starting to hit them; a pang of strong fear. "Hey, Ise just asked ya a question, does she faint a lot."

"No, I've never fainted in my entire life." Bridget snickered, unsteadily getting out of Rebecca's arms and crossing her arms over her chest. "Lemme ask you something. Is a rude question the first thing that comes out of your mouth, or is it usually just a cocky remark?" Rebecca nudged her side as Spot's hand went to his cane. Despite the mutual fear Bridget and Rebecca felt, they were reviewing the rules, in their head, that they had made if they ever were in this situation:

1. Major attitude

2. Show no fear

3. Don't talk about the 21st century

4. Controlled anger at all times

"Bridget-" Spot raised his hand, sliencing Rebecca.

Bridget was angry; sure, he was sexy, hot, attractive, masculane- anyway, but that didn't mean that he could be a cocky jerk and star wars silence her best friend!

"Hey, goil, don't talk ta me like that on my turf. Ise've nevah hit a goil, Ise'll nevah hit a goil, but Ise've scahed plenty of 'em in my day." The Brooklyn Newsies laughed, encourging their leader or remembering some the "goil scaring" expieriences.

"Yeah, well, we're not them. And unless you're going to do something about it, don't talk to us like we are! And don't get me angry, or I swear I will go all rabid racoon on your cocky ass." Beidget seethed. Rebecca put her hand on Bridget's arm, telling her that it was fine sliently. Spot looked impressed, but more pissed than anything. He got up into her face, and glared down at her.

"Do youse have any idea who Ise am?" Spot asked, his whole body invading her personal space bubble. He was smirking, expecting Bridget to back down. But being Bridget, she simply stood her ground.

"Yeah, you're Spot Conlon. This is Brooklyn, your kingdom. Do you have any idea who I am?" She glared right back at him. Challenging the king of Brooklyn? Spot wasn't used to this. Challenging anybody? Bridget had almost never done that before.

Spot had absolutley no idea who this girl was. Nobody had ever challenged him so out frontly and had gotten away with it. He would've liked to say the same for this girl, but there was something different about her.

"Odah den annoyin?" Bridget's glare hardened.

"Bridget, stop. You're going to get yourself killed." Rebecca hissed, grabbing the shorter girls arm.

"Yeah, other than annoying. I'm McAshton. Bridget McAshton." Yes, Bridget tried to pull a James Bond. Of course, she said it just as cockily as he would, and Spot stepped back a bit, looking at her. He had never seen anyone so... annoying and cocky, except himself. He was sure the one who was trying to calm her down was just as tough. So he sucked up his pride, and told them something he had never said to anyone on their first encounter, which had only began 10 minutes ago.

"Welcome to Brooklyn." He said, spitting in his hand. Bridget did the same, and slammed her hand into his, shaking it. Rebecca was slightly confused; what on earth had just happened? One minute they were fighting, the next the Spot Conlon was welcomeing them to Brooklyn? Maybe Bridget's big mouth, usually towards Rebecca herself, had finally come in handy.

"Thank ya, Spot, we'd like to become Newsies. We need the cash, anyway." Rebecca stated, letting Bridget rest her voice for the future fights she just knew the two would have.

"No problem. We's got a few goils. Sling, Pitch, and Bullet. Youse gotta be tough for Brooklyn, and youse two is tough." Bridget was starting to wonder why none of his fellow Brooklynites had joined in on the fight, until she noticed that they had been in the water for a little while. Oh god, she had just met Spot Conlon, and her anger issues/big mouth had gotten them on his good side! Or so she hoped.

Meeting the Ladies of Brooklyn

"Awright, well, here's where da ladies o' Brooklyn stay." Spot's second in command, Knife, told the two girls. It was a room off to the side of the much larger room, where the boys stayed. There were 6 bunks, 2 girls to each. But, as Spot had previously said, there were only 3, or 5 now, staying there. "This one's Sling's, the one below her's is Bullet, and the one in the far corner is Pitch's." He told them. Bridget and Rebecca chose the bunk closes to the door. Knife left them, and Rebecca smacked Brdget on the arm.

"What was that for?!" Bridget asked, rubbing her soar arm. Rebecca smacked her again, this time on the other arm, and she rubbed both with opposite hands. "Again, what's with all the slapping?!"

"Two words. Dumb. Ass." Rebecca responded, climbing on the top bunk and laying down. Bridget did the same on the bottom.

"Yeah, well, it got us into Brooklyn, didn't it?" Rebecca nodded, even though she knew Bridget couldn't see.

"Too quickly. Spot's not stupid. There's gotta be a reason why he let us in after roughly 10 minutes of talking to you. Or rather, fighting with you." Bridget ran this through her head. Maybe he was... impressed? With what? A cocky girl, mouthing off to him on his own turf? Hardly!

"Maybe he fell in love." Bridget laughed. "Or maybe he saw some value in adding us to the team."

"He's cold, not exactly the type for love at first sight. And I think we'd better be careful." Rebecca stated. This was something both girls figured; I mean, you can't be that powerful while being soft. And besides, being kids of New York themselves, they knew that life on the streets wasn't exactly a walk in the park. Unless you lived in the park. Then it technically was a walk in the park.

"Well, yeah. This is going to be damn hard then. We're really doing this." Bridget stated. The shock was finally settling in, and the two finally started feeling freaked out.

"Oh my god, we just talked to a freaking giant owl, got sucked into a TV and met Spot Conlon. Do we even know if we're staying?" And truth be told, they didn't even know what they were doing.