Brooklyn baby (spot conlon x reader)

2. strike

i walk down the harbour towards Spot, 'hatten sent down a newsie to talk to me about going on strike. i said i'd wait till spot gives his answer. and left for Brooklyn.
"Hey Love." I say looking up at him. "Hey n/n." He replies. "come up here."
I climb up the crates and sit down with him. He moves me onto his lap as all the Brooklyn newsies stare in awe. "whatcha lookin at boys." Spot says. I tell him about 'hatten and the strike. Before we know it, Jack kelly's walk'in down the harbour.
All the boys watch him and his newsies walk closer to us.

Spot smirks. "We'll, if it ain't Jack Be
nimble, Jack Be Quick." He says as i drop down of the crates him following my actions. "so you moved up in the world, spot. Got a river view and The queen of Queens i see." Jack says as he comes closer. I lean against the wood poles as Spot and Jack spit shake. "Hey, Boots, how's it rolling?" Spot says putting his cane in his belt loop. Boots walks closer and says. "Here, i got a couple of real
good shooters here." He puts his hand out for spot to collect a marble. "yeah" Spot replies. "So, Jackie boy, i've been hearing things from little birds."
"oh yeah?" Jack asks. "Things from Harlem, Queens." He shoots his marble at a glass beer bottle smashing it. "Yeah by Birds or do you mean y/n" Jacks shoots. "all over. They're chirping in my ear. Jackie boy's newsies is playing like they're going on strike." He finishes walking away from me and to the other pillar. "yeah, we'll we are." Jack shoots back turning towards Spot. "but we're not playing. We are going on strike." A tall boy interrupted. He must be new I've never met him. "oh, yeah? Yeah?" Spot taunts him getting in his face. "What is this, Jackie boy? Some kind of walking mouth?" He backs up and i walk towards spot and sit on a barrel behind him. "Yeah, it's a mouth. But a mouth with a brain. And if you and your girlfriend here, got at least half of one, you'll listen to what he's got to say." Jacks walks towards us. "Let them speak." I say pulling spot back. He jumps on the barrel and puts an arm over my shoulders. "Go on tell him." Jack mutters towards Davy i think he's called. Spot looks at him intimidating him. "We'll, we started a strike, But uh we can't do it alone. So we've been talking to other newsies all around such as y/n l/n." David says nervously. "yeah. So y/n told me. But what did they tell you?" Spot interrupts rudely. "They're waiting to see what Spot Conlon and y/n l/n does. That your the key. That Spot Conlon and y/n l/n are the most respected and famous newsies in all of New York. And probably everywhere else. And if y/n l/n and Spot Conlon joins the strike, then they'll join, and we'll be unstoppable. So you gotta join us because-well you just gotta." Davy sweet talks us. "your right jack he has got brains." I comment with a smirk. Spot grins at me and then looks at Jack. "But we got brains too." Spit replies as me and him stand up. i look at David. "and more then just half a one but how do we know you guys won't run when the first time some goon comes at you with a club?" I impolitely snarked. " How do we's know that you's got what it takes to win?" Spit finishes. I walk away from him to sit on a high up crate. "because i'm telling you, guys." jack speaks up, looking up at me. "that ain't good enough sweetheart." I comment with a straight monotone face. "you gotta show us." Spot turns around to Jack.