As the door slammed causing the thin walls to shake, Cards turned Spot's slightly disinterested face towards her face and kissed him, starting hesitantly waiting for Spot's reaction. He let her continue for a few seconds and then he pushed her away.
"I don't have a place ta stay." She whispered "Its too late ta get picked up." Cards looked up at Spot.
"Do ya got a nickel?"
"Ya." Cards nodded reaching into her skirt pocket and showing it too him. "I ain't that poor." She said slightly defensively.
"Den ya can stay here foir da night." Spot said "but there ain't a spare bunk."
"I dun care." Spot looked at the girl closer. She had the face of a newsie, ink smudged over her face and on her hands. Her eyes were blue but not the hard colour of his own, softer, they hinted at an innocent that was long gone. "I'll stay wid who evah."
"Ya can stay wid me." Spot decided looking at her, she immediately changed from the defensive stance to a more seductive position. "No strings attached."
"Dere are always strings attached." Cards said quietly. "Why else did ya take me ta talk in here?"
"Because it's a little more private, and ya don't always want ta have dat lot hear what ya say."
"Ya also thought I would try ta get on ya good side." Cards said keeping her voice low. "I don't mind. I'm used ta it. I'm not a drunk all da time but its a way ta get a place ta stay."
"Ya know I ain't gunna do any thing to ya." Spot said. "I got morals, well a few, an only if I want em."
"Great, do all of dem?"
"Nah, but they won't touch ya."
"Why not? I dat ugly?"
"Na, they just think that I'm sleepen wid ya."
"You scared em that much?"
"I beat up the last guy that disagreed with me."
"Your hardly taller then me!" Cards laughed "How could ya hold off all those guys?"
"Terror." Spot shrugged "I dunno, make sure word gets around, break a couple limbs a year. You seem ta be able to take care of your self."
"You try living on da streets for a while, you'd be able ta hurt a guy fast too."
"I don't remember ever seeing ya before. Ya sure ya lived in Brooklyn your whole life?"
"I was always at bad spots and the back of the line, You'se a leadah I can tell. So ya wouldn't of, and Brooklyn's a big Borough, easy ta miss one goil Newsie." Cards shrugged.
"I guess."
"Ya gunna let me stay?"
"Same as ever one else, pay first den ya can stay."
Disclaimer: Spot owns him self-Disney owns who we think Spot is. I own Cards and Preacher...
Author's Notes: YAY I updated, **smirks** Now no one can kill me! Well... not until I forget to update on Wednesday... Then the death threats will be renewed! Look its LONG!!! Well long for me!
Cards on:
"Fuck"- It is a nice word. I happen to like it. I do not need to say it every other sentence. I do like signing the word though, that is very rewarding. (It's the letters 'F' then you flick your wrist and go in to 'D' FYI)
(This by the way will become a regular feature in which I babble about what ever is on my mind at the moment)
Shout outs:
Blink's-Tiger: You'll be in her the next chapter I hope... I think at least. Erg, don't wanna go to Drama wanna go home and back to bed...
Righty: I'm a going I'm a going!!
Anna Belle: Spot keeps him self hot. I do not need to write that!
"I don't have a place ta stay." She whispered "Its too late ta get picked up." Cards looked up at Spot.
"Do ya got a nickel?"
"Ya." Cards nodded reaching into her skirt pocket and showing it too him. "I ain't that poor." She said slightly defensively.
"Den ya can stay here foir da night." Spot said "but there ain't a spare bunk."
"I dun care." Spot looked at the girl closer. She had the face of a newsie, ink smudged over her face and on her hands. Her eyes were blue but not the hard colour of his own, softer, they hinted at an innocent that was long gone. "I'll stay wid who evah."
"Ya can stay wid me." Spot decided looking at her, she immediately changed from the defensive stance to a more seductive position. "No strings attached."
"Dere are always strings attached." Cards said quietly. "Why else did ya take me ta talk in here?"
"Because it's a little more private, and ya don't always want ta have dat lot hear what ya say."
"Ya also thought I would try ta get on ya good side." Cards said keeping her voice low. "I don't mind. I'm used ta it. I'm not a drunk all da time but its a way ta get a place ta stay."
"Ya know I ain't gunna do any thing to ya." Spot said. "I got morals, well a few, an only if I want em."
"Great, do all of dem?"
"Nah, but they won't touch ya."
"Why not? I dat ugly?"
"Na, they just think that I'm sleepen wid ya."
"You scared em that much?"
"I beat up the last guy that disagreed with me."
"Your hardly taller then me!" Cards laughed "How could ya hold off all those guys?"
"Terror." Spot shrugged "I dunno, make sure word gets around, break a couple limbs a year. You seem ta be able to take care of your self."
"You try living on da streets for a while, you'd be able ta hurt a guy fast too."
"I don't remember ever seeing ya before. Ya sure ya lived in Brooklyn your whole life?"
"I was always at bad spots and the back of the line, You'se a leadah I can tell. So ya wouldn't of, and Brooklyn's a big Borough, easy ta miss one goil Newsie." Cards shrugged.
"I guess."
"Ya gunna let me stay?"
"Same as ever one else, pay first den ya can stay."
Disclaimer: Spot owns him self-Disney owns who we think Spot is. I own Cards and Preacher...
Author's Notes: YAY I updated, **smirks** Now no one can kill me! Well... not until I forget to update on Wednesday... Then the death threats will be renewed! Look its LONG!!! Well long for me!
Cards on:
"Fuck"- It is a nice word. I happen to like it. I do not need to say it every other sentence. I do like signing the word though, that is very rewarding. (It's the letters 'F' then you flick your wrist and go in to 'D' FYI)
(This by the way will become a regular feature in which I babble about what ever is on my mind at the moment)
Shout outs:
Blink's-Tiger: You'll be in her the next chapter I hope... I think at least. Erg, don't wanna go to Drama wanna go home and back to bed...
Righty: I'm a going I'm a going!!
Anna Belle: Spot keeps him self hot. I do not need to write that!