Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies, Disney does. OK?

Author's Note: I love Jack, but this was a story that was getting stuck in my head so I thought, why not put it down here to get it out. Writing is fun. Hey, I tried to make the dialect for the New Yawk Boys come through, but this is my first attempt; it's more difficult than I thought. If anyone has suggestions on improvements I would love to hear them!

"Mmm, come on baby. Ya know ya want to give in." he seductively whispered in her ear. His forefinger gently ran across her slightly exposed collarbone causing her to shiver. He smiled at her response and leaned in closer to her. "Whaddya say we find a place a little more private?"

"Spot, you know I can't do that - "

He pulled away slightly and feigned innocence. "What? I just meant to talk. It's too crowed an' loud in 'ere."

"Well, the smoke is a bit stifling...but I can't."

He let his lips barely brush her ear as asked "why not?" She nervously glanced around from the corner of the lobby that they were standing in. He noticed this and remarked, "look, no one's around, they're all too busy inside watchin' Medda." He let his gaze linger on her, making her squirm.

"I couldn't do that to Jack."

"Jack? I 'eard ol' Jacky-Boy left ya for a newer model - " he stopped abruptly when he saw her face register with surprise. "Ya didn't know?"

"He's already with someone else?" she asked, hurt evident in her voice.

"Come on, ya know Jack. He's always chasin' aftah somethin. Why ya gotta worry ovah a bum like him? Huh? He don't mean nothin' if he can't see what a great goil ya are." Something about the way she looked up at him through damp lashes made him start feeling guilty. He felt guilty for trying to get her, bring her to his side of the tracks so to speak. He almost hated himself for going after her – almost. "Hey, I don't wanna push ya into doin' anythin ya don't wanna do. If ya wanna sit 'ere an' pine ovah a guy who's 'ere wit anudda goil, then be my guest, sweet'eart."

"Is he here with her?"

"Yea, I t'ought ya saw 'em togedda."

"No, I haven't seen him all night, actually. I wasn't going to come, but I ran into Skittery earlier and he told me that I should. Plus, any excuse to get me out of that awful house for a few hours is usually welcome." She scoffed lightly, "he forgot to mention Jack's new girlfriend."

Spot smirked, "whadda ya say we go in dere and show ol' Jacky-Boy dat ya ain't gonna cry ovah him, show 'em yar ovah it?"

"With you?"

Spot laughed, "Yea, wit me."

"Wouldn't that cause a problem between the two of you?"

"Maybe. Eh, but he needs ta know dat he can't expect ya to sit 'round an' wait for him forevah. He left ya, now it's my turn."

"Your turn? Like I'm some sort of bone for two dogs to pick at? Well, I've got news for you, Spot Conlon. I am not some piece of meat for you to pick up and play with!"

"Ah, but ya'd be so fun to play wit" he smirked in that trademark cocky tone. He quickly tried to back track, though, when she spun to the side and walked past him with a disgusted look on her face. "Hey, come on. Wait a minute, will ya? I was jus' kiddin ya." He jogged up to her and lightly grabbed her by the elbow, spinning her around to face him. "Look, I'm sorry."

Her eyes locked onto his cool blue ones, and after a moment she relented. "Why do you have to act like such a jerk sometimes?"

"Aw, I don't mean it most o' da time. Godda keep up appearances, ya know." he flashed her a glowing smile, "hey, don't tell me ya can resist dis puss?"

She reluctantly laughed. "You can be quite a charmer, I'll give you that. Then again, so could Jack..." she looked down, noticing for the first time that he still had a hold of her elbow. She moved to link her arm through his and smiled. "Let's go in there."

A slow grin spread across his face, "Dat's more like it." He lead her through the door way and into the excited fray of newsboys. Racetrack was standing next to David when he looked over and spotted the two making their way through the crowd.

"Oh no. Tell me Davey, am I seein wha' I tink I'm seein?"

David followed Race's gaze and frowned. "Yeah, what is she doing with Spot?"

"Jack ain't gonna like this - "

Spot ushered her through the throng to the front by the stage where Medda was leading everyone in a crowd rousing number.

"No sight of 'im yet," he commented to her.

"Maybe this was a bad idea," nervousness was beginning to gnaw at her as she noticed a few of the Manhattan boys glancing their way.

"Aw, don't give up now, baby. 'Sides their not gonna say anythin' to me." he strutted with her on his arm confidently and sat them down at an upfront table in the middle of all of the action. They watched the show for a few minutes in silence. "Uh oh, here comes our boy now..." Spot murmured and her attention snapped back to see Jack watching the two, a pretty blond hanging on his arm.

A/N: Do you guys like it? Do you want more?