Dancing In The Dark (A sprace story)

God he's pretty

First off again i swore to god i posted this i didnt go back to look if did or not sooooooo sorry. Also i dont think i can post every week i think its going to be every other week or every 2 weeks. Again so sorry for making you guys wait also if it shows up that i reposted a chapter i just relized that Gay meant happy in the 1890s so i changed it to queer i might change it on ao3 but idk.

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RACES POV

I'm walking out of sheepshead when LITERALLY run into 2 brooklyns newsies. They look fucking terrified. "Woah, there kid youse okay?" i ask because one of the kids looks a bit scraped up and the other looks like they are about to cry.

"Ye-yeah wes okay." the younger one stutters. I stand there staring at the kids for a moment trying to figure out what the hell to do .

"What's your names" I finally ask.

"I'm pudding and this is candlestick, who are you?" pudding says looking timidly.

"Im Racetrack but you can call me race. What were you guys running from?" i ask wondering why they looked so scared in the first place. When I told them my name they calmed down a bit. I seen them around before hanging on spot.

"Well, we was at the park with hudson and he went to the bathroom. Then these scary guys came, they said their names were oscar and morris and they stole all the money we had. And Oscar shoved me down to the ground and now I have a scrape on my knee. So me and Candlestick ran the whole way down here and then ran into you." pudding says rather quickly.

I'm about to respond when the one and only spot conlon shows up. He looks all pissed. He walks up to the three of us and asks candlestick and pudding why they aint at the lodging house when it is about to be dark out soon. Pudding tells spot the same thing he told me. Spot turns away and starts walking back with the two then suddenly stops and turns back around and says, "Hey racer it's gonna get dark in 15 minutes so, you want to stay in brooklyn instead of walking back to Manhattan alone in the dark." I'm surprised and it takes me a second to process what he says.

When I do, I smile and say, "Thanks, I don't really like the dark."

~~~~~~~~~~~ Time Skip about 20 minutes ~~~~~~~~~~~

Once we get back to the lodging house it's dark. Pudding and Candlestick run away and meet up with their other little friends. As soon as hotshot saw me she said, "hey racer wanna play some poker? You to spot." We both nod and walk over to where she and some others were sitting.

Immediately after we sit down, Spot gets bombarded with questions about what happened to the kids. He tells them the truth but then everyones staring at me and asking me why I'm here.

However before I can even react, Spot chimes in with, "He is staying here tonight, it's too dark for anyone to be walking across the bridge." If anyone had anything against that they did not voice that opinion.

Hotshot shuffles the cards and deals them. The chips clinked on the table while we placed our bets. With each round more and more money was piled in the middle. When I looked over at Spot, he was focused, not wanting anyone to be able to tell what the hand he got was. Spot notices I was staring at him remarks, "Like what you see?"

I retorted with "Well, let's just say you're not easy to ignore." Oh god why did i say that. What the fuck is wrong with me. Spot seems to be just as shocked as I was with my answer turns bright red. I enjoy the effect I have on him. I got to say more stuff like that in the future.

By the end of the night, me and Spot both folded. Lavender, a girl from Queens who also was playing, won the last round. I lost 20 cents while spot only lost 15. Lucky bastard.