8 Days, 8 Letters; Spot Conlon

Kings of New York

Song: King of New York (1992 Version)

Present Day: July 1899

Jaime's POV

It had been a few hours since the events of this morning.

We had brought our celebration to Tibby's for lunch. I was sitting with Mac, Spot, and Race. Jack and Davey were deep in conversation in the booth next to us similar to Mush and Kid Blink who were flirting on the other side of us. It was like a love sandwich. Hopefully Spot doesn't get any ideas. Yet I kinda want him to.

I pushed the thought out of my mind trying to focus on the conversation in front of me. Mac seemed happier. It's been a while since I've seen him like that.

The bell on the door shook, announcing someone's entrance. I looked towards the door to see Denton smiling, waving a newspaper around.

"Hey fellas," he smiled.

Compton rose as he continued waving the paper around the room. He set the paper on the center table where Davey and Jack were sitting.

The rest of the newsies and I headed over to see what Denton was holding.

"Hey whatcha got there Jack?" Blink asked.

"Where's me picture?" Spot pestered. Spot moved between Jack's shoulders to see the paper. "Where's me picture? Where's me picture?"

Jack continued to ignore him. I laughed at Spot's childish attempts.

"Hey all dem words there, they all about us?" Boots asked.

"Every one," I answered.

He smiled and went to Les and the group of younger newsies.

"Look, Jack. You look like a general," Mush commented, pointing to Jack's face on the picture.

"Would ya get your fingers off my face," Jack scolded.

"Hey look fellas," Race laughed. "Looks like Books was havin' a moment with her boyfriend."

"Get ova here you's little slime ball," I shouted. I lunged towards him, but Mush and Blink grabbed me before I could reach him.

I shoved them off me and swiped the side of my index finger across my neck at Race.

"Where does it say my name," Spot said. Guess he never stopped pestering Jack about his name.

"Would ya quit thinking about yourself," Jack lectured, swatting him away.

I laughed at Jack swatting away the "all powerful king of Brooklyn".

Spot backed away from Jack and put his arm around my shoulder while grabbing me a drink with his other hand. I took it from him and took a sip. I haven't had root beer in a minute.

"Thanks," I said.

"Anytime," he answered, grabbing himself one.

"Well, you got us on the front page," Davey smiled.

"You got yourselves on the front page," Denton answered. "I just gotta make sure you stay there."

"So what, you's get your picture in da papes? So, what's dat get you's, huh?" Skittery complained.

Race rolled his eyes and Mush hit Skittery in the shoulder. Skittery turned towards Mush.