Sweetie and Doll Face

disclaimer ~ Newsies is not mine, i do not own them. The only original character is Flame

Spot walked out of the Brooklyn Lodging House and was immediately greeted by the sight of his female newsie, Flame, in full lip-lock with a Manhattan newsboy. Now normally, Spot would have patted his friend on the back for getting a girl, especially one as attractive as her, but he knew how she worked. This wasn't the first newsie she'd been with, and it CERTIANLY wasn't going to be the last.

That's just how Flame was. She was a good-looking girl, all the boys were just drawn to her. She wasn't shy about it either. She enjoyed the attention, some might even say she needed it. But none of the boys really complained about it, perhaps the just liked having the attention without dealing with commitment.

"Hey you two" Spot yelled to them "planning on stopping to breathe any time soon?"

The pair broke apart, Flame threw a death glare in his direction. Spot simply rolled his eyes and turned his attention to the Manhattan boy, who was slowly but surely turning the color of a tomato.

"So Race, any reason you came here? You know, besides trying to suck-face with my newsies?"

"Yeah, um…" Race stammered, not only embarrassed but feeling the anger between the two Brooklyn newsies "…yeah. Jack wanted me to tell you that he's having a poker night tonight, and you guys are all invited."

"Ok that sounds great" Spot said, then continued by waving Race away "Now why don't you run along back across the bridge and tell Jacky-Boy I'll see him tonight."

Race seemed to be relieved that he was told to leave, especially because Spot and Flame were shooting very nasty looks. As he turned to leave though, Flame grabbed him by the shirt collar and planting another kiss on him. "I'll see you tonight Race." She said to him, still holding him very close. Race nodded at her and, after throwing one more frightened glance at Spot, headed towards the bridge.

Flame turned to face Spot "What's your problem?" she spat at him "Do you enjoy scaring every guy that comes here? Or is it just ruining my day that's fun?"

"Why can't it be both?" Spot said, a smirk forming on his face. "And really, Racetrack? Out of all the Manhattan boys? Really?"

"Maybe I think Italians are very attractive."

"Well, two weeks ago, you said you thought eye-patches were attractive"

"They are. I can think more than one thing is attractive."

"Seems to me you just think any boy is attractive."

"Seems to me, you're at tad jealous."

"As if."

She rolled her eyes at him "I'll be in my room" she said, pushing past him to get inside the lodging house "I'll be out when we're headed to the poker game."

"Oh good, I can't wait" Spot said, sarcasm dripping from his every word.

"Alright, I'll see you then Sweetie" He heard her door slam shut.

Good God did he hate it when she called him that.

So, what do you think so far? Reviews maybe? Please(: