The Snowball

The snowball hit Spot in the back of the head with enough force that if he hadn't had his cane he might have actually fallen over. As it was, he caught himself, then whirled around, gesturing the staff menacingly.

He raised an eyebrow as he registered his assailant.

"Higgins," he said. "You got a reason for this?"

"Glad to see you too, Spot," Racetrack said, as he hopped off the ledge he was sitting on. "How's it hanging?"

"You threw a snowball at me," Spot said coldly.

Racetrack shrugged. "Had to get your attention somehow."

Spot glared at him. "You're lucky nobody saw that," he informed Racetrack.

Race smirked. "Why?"

"I'd have to soak ya," Spot said. "Principle of the thing."

"If you say so," Racetrack said. "I'd like to see you try."

"Done it before and I'd do it again," Spot said.

"Why don't you, then?" Racetrack asked.

Spot wasn't sure why Racetrack was trying to provoke him. Most people wouldn't. He had his reputation for being dangerous, after all. It was a well earned and well deserved one. Most people wouldn't cross him.

Racetrack Higgins obviously wasn't most people.

"Last warning, Race," he said threateningly.

"If you say so," Racetrack smirked.

Spot would normally have soaked him, but it was Racetrack so instead he settled for reaching down and scooping up a handful of snow. Unlike Racetrack, he didn't throw it, instead he just slammed the snowball into Race's face.

Racetrack made no move to avoid it, and Spot enjoyed the sight of him wiping the dirty snow off of his smug face. Served Racetrack right -- coming into Spot's territory and trying to make him look bad. Spot was glad that it didn't actually have to end up a fight. He wouldn't be enjoying it as much if it had. Well, he still would, but it would probably be in a different way.

Racetrack wiped the snow and slush off his face with his sleeve. "Nice, Spot. We're even now."

"So why are you here?" Spot asked.

"Came to see you," Racetrack said with a shrug. "You hadn't been by Manhattan in a while."

"Had to take care of my boys," Spot told him.

"That was what I had in mind," Racetrack answered, moving in towards Spot.

Their mouths met in a fierce kiss, and Spot found himself pushing Racetrack up against a wall. It wasn't the first time that this had happened between them, and Spot hoped that it wouldn't be the last. He wasn't entirely sure how or why they kept meeting like this, but he enjoyed it. The element of challenge with Racetrack, the something that was there with him that Spot had never found with any girl...

It was worth the cold and the snow and whatever else came with it. He wouldn't trade it for anything. Although next time, Racetrack wasn't going to manage to hit him with the snowball.