A Drunken Mess: A Sprace Story.

Chapter 2- Meddas'

The next evening arrives quickly, Spot buttons up his navy-blue shirt and pulls on his classic red suspenders.

There's a sudden rap on the door of Spots room. Spot recognises the pattern to be those of Ace's.

"Can't a leader get a moment of peace. What is it, Ace? " Spot grumbled as he tries to catch a glimpse of his reflection in the window, which proves hard, considering the dark of nightfall hasn't yet fallen. "I just thought I should tell you it's nearly six." Ace replied cheerily.

"You seem eager to be in charge" Spot mutters "I'm telling you, Ace, one wrong move, and this won't happen again, you hear me?" Spot raises his voice, proving dominance over Ace, not that he needed to. Everyone knew he was the most respected and toughest newsie. Ace nods as Spot pushes past him locking his bedroom door with the key around his neck, then grabbing his pimp cane and slipping it through his belt loop as he leaves.

Spot arrives at Medda's at 9:30 and walks through the door immediately, being greeted by an already swaying Kid Blink.

"Hey Spot, ya came! Here, have a drink!" Blink says, pushing a glass of what looks to be Whiskey into Spots hand.

"Uhm, thanks, where's Race?" Spot questions, as a pink tint appears on his face. Luckily, Blink's to tipsy to realise.

"He ain't here. He's still on his way back from the track. He'll be exhausted. He will just go to the Lodge House and look after the littluns'." Blink answers.

"Oh." Spot says, a hint of disappointment in his voice, "Okay, well, let the party begin." He breathes.

Spot enters the hall, immediately downing the glass he was given by Blink. After all, it was going to be a long night without Race there to entertain, so best get started. He expected Race to be here.

Why wasn't he here.

"Hey Spot, I didn't expect you to be here, I thought you'd be in Brooklyn." Mush says, flopping down in the seat next to him, still grinning at his boyfriend dancing towards the stage.

"Yeh well, I only came 'ere for one person, and he ain't even 'ere." Spot sighs.

"We thought you'd know Race ain't here, especially after his day at the track we thought you'd have seen him there."

"Yeh, well, clearly I didn't." Spot says in temper.

"You ain't seen him for ages have ya'? Well at least that's what Race were tellin' Jack 'bout yesterday.

"Well, some of us got.... issues" a defensiveness in his voice.

"What? You ain't friends no more?" Mush pushes. He knows he shouldn't push too hard in fear of Spot snapping, but curiosity got the best of him.

"Of course, I do. It's just 's different."

"Tell him 'dat then." Mush replies, understanding what Spot means by the word 'different."

Spot glances at Mush and then to Blink, who is now on the stage, belting out 'High times hard times' whilst spinning and splashing his drink on to the stage then nearly slipping on the puddle as he continues spinning.

"You must be as drunk as your boyfriend if you think I'm doing 'dat."

Mush blushes at this, it's the first time someone has referred to Blink as his boyfriend since coming out to everyone, not that it was much of a shock, they were obvious even if they thought they weren't. "Well, no, you see, I'm not making a complete fool of myself up on stage like he is." Mush replies.

"Oh, come on, you know you wanna go up there too, go on, just go." Spot presses, gently slapping Mush on the shoulder and getting up as he does so. Mush grins and runs up to the stage, not bothering with the steps just hauling himself onto the stage to join Blink.

Spot thinks about what Mush said. Maybe he should tell him.

Spot decides to send a note to Race and slips it to the only one not drunk, Snipeshooter, who should really be at the lodge house settled down into bed and being told a story by Race, but he didn't want to be left out.