8 Days, 8 Letters; Spot Conlon

Dang it

Song: The Old Therebefore (Acapella) from The Hunger Games: Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

A/N: Hi everyone! Disclaimer I do not speak Irish, thus I am using Google translate. Apologies for any inaccuracies. Anyways please enjoy the next chapter of 8 Days, 8 Letters.

Present Day: July 1899

Jaime's POV

Race and I walked out of the alley way to head back to the lodge house. Except we were heading the wrong way.

Race was lighting the cigar in his mouth.

"Um Race."

"Yeah?" he asked, taking a drag of his cigar.

"The lodge house is that way," I said, pointing my finger in the opposite direction.

"Well , yeah, I's know. We're not going there."

"But you said in the- what?" I stuttered.

"Yeah, we're going to follow them to their lodge house."

"You do know I's know where their lodge house is and how to get there right?"

He took his cigar out of his mouth.

"I'm realizing that now."

"Race!"

"Hey! At least I's got Mac and Ace off our backs! You's know they'd carry you's to the lodge house if I's didn't say I's was taking you's."

"I's suppose that makes some sense."

"It makes total sense."

"Race, you're my best friend and as your best friend, it's my job to tell you's that nothing about you's makes sense."

"Hey!" he said hitting me on the shoulder.

I winced in pain from him hitting my bruise.

"Oh my god. Books I'm so sorry."

"It's all right. You's didn't know."

"Do you's wanna talk about what happened back there in more detail?"

"There isn't anything more to tell Race."

"Are you's sure? You's seemed real upset over Spot."

"Well, yeah, because he went unconscious."

"Sure."

"It's true!"

He threw his hands up defensively.

"Never said it wasn't."

"No, but you's sure did allude to it."

"It's obvious you's like him. Why don't you's just tell him? What do you's have to lose? He clearly likes you's too."

"It's more complicated than that. I mean what if we get together and then it doesn't work out? What would happen to our alliance? I don't want you guys getting hurt."

He put his arm around my shoulder

"Don't worry about us so much. We'll be fine."

"It's my job to worry about you guys," I laughed.

"I mean it Books. You two are the most stubborn people I've ever met. I'm pretty sure it will work out and if it doesn't, I'll soak 'im."