Chapter 16: Boys Are Stupid
"Of all the things to say. How could he.? Outrageous. Absurd. " These thoughts went round and round Sherry's head as she stormed away from the water fountain. She could not take Harry standing there and accusing her of fraud. Back into the inn she stormed, past the early
morning risers in the tavern, up the stairs, and straight into her room, shutting the door behind her, not caring what sort of noise or scene she made to those around her. Simply put, she was pissed beyond belief. Cassie was jostled from her mopey state by clanging doors and stomping feet. She looked up, just in time to see familiar red-tipped hair storm up the stairs. She rose to her feet, noticed Nik and Shane not noticing her, and followed. She was about to follow Sherry into the room then she walked straight into the door. "Ow.... My nose..." she clutched at the offending nose and spoke rather nasally through the door. "Uh... Sherry... care to tell what's wrong?" Sherry, much to upset to speak to anyone, remained silent behind the door, hoping that Cassie would leave her in peace. Too much happened in the course of the night and sleeping would perhaps do her some good. She crawled back into bed thinking that everything that had
happened would keep her up, but she was far more tired than she had thought and conked out as soon as her head hit the pillow. Cassie stayed by the door for another couple minutes, but hearing silence decided to go back downstairs. She headed the direction Sherry had come from, figuring the source of the trouble to be wherever she had been. Cassie meandered through the doors, and saw the fountain. And by said fountain there was a guy. And she recognized the guy... vaguely... He was in the room... and I remember something about a chair. Of course she had had a little too much ale by the time she'd met him, so I think that speaks for itself. "Hey, you there. Person by the water. Do you have any knowledge of why my friend just
stormed off in a fuss upstairs?" Harry stood up upon being addressed, though not properly, but it got his attention anyway. He saw Sherry's friend, the rather drunk - to put it bluntly - one from dinner. "Uhm, perhaps I do know why she left. Do you know if she's okay? "You tell me first, why'd she leave? I asked you first, and it's not fair to ask me something when you haven't answered your question!" she seemed proud of this logic, and so grinned rather stupidly (how else can I grin though, lol). "Now, spill!" "Well. you see. it's like this, she explained everything that she could to me and well. uhm." He trailed off, trying to avoid any form of eye contact with Cassie. "And uhm, you did what? 'Cause I will tell you something, it is rather difficult to get Sherry pissed off... and I will say, dude, you did a rather good job of it today. So I can assume you're the reason she's pissed off?" she quirked an eyebrow. "Maybe I am." again he trailed off hoping to not go through a whole inquisition. "Answer the question. Are you, or are you not? Because if you are, yousa have some 'spaining to do!" she glared, quickly losing patience with Mr. I- duwanna-answer-a-legitimate-question-because-I'm-a-wuss... "Fine! Yes I am the cause of Sherry's upset, happy now? Reasons are rather. complicated, I suppose," He admitted at last. "So you're the one then? Just wanted to make sure before I did this," she grinned and gave him a nice right hook, as hard as she could. She smirked down at him. Harry would have remained unconscious from Cassie's punch, but woke up because of the cold water surrounding him and the stream of water falling directly on his head. Harry was rather annoyed about the situation, but the throbbing pain in his jaw seemed to take over everything else at the current moment. "Now there's no need to be violent," he said while wincing at each word he spoke. "No need to be violent? In case you haven't noticed, oh idiotic one, my friend is up in the room very upset. So unless you have a quick and simple 'make everything better' solution, you're just going to have to suffer the consequences." She glared some more, and punched him again, this time a nice blow to the left side of his face. Okay, this time Harry could definitely claim to have seen stars. His head was spinning from the two blows he relieved to the head. Perhaps he had a concussion, but during the time, I don't think they knew much about those, so he was stuck with his current state. "Okay, so I suppose you can be violent," this time clutching both sides of his head. "But what do you expect me to do about anything? She's the one that stormed off on me." "Well, next time you talk to her, you'll know not to say whatever you said!" she smirked and was forced to punch him in the stomach since his head was being cradled by his hands. "Now, you've got three injuries to remind you of what an ass you were today. I highly suggest you apologize posthaste. Don't want to get hit more I don't think..." so maybe she was a little harsh... naaaaah! Still clutching his head and now nursing his new abdominal injury, Harry professed that these people were not people to mess with, individually or as a group. "Alright, alright. I'll apologize to her," he said while trying to clamor out of the water and back on his two feet. "Smart move... and remember... pull this shit with any other one of my friends, and you can expect the same treatment. Pull anything like this on me and you'll wish you'd never been born." She held out her hand to help him up, pathetic knight that he was... "Now, we've got to think of how to get this remedied... so... any ideas?" first you beat them up, then you try to figure out how to get them out of trouble and make everything better at the same time. It works... ish... Harry gratefully took the offered hand before him. His mind was still numb from everything that he learned not too long ago and now his body ached from the brutal assault he just received. To the question brought up, all he could do was shrug and look at Cassie sheepishly, hoping that she would be able to help. "Well... might help if you tell me what you said..." she sat down and motioned for him to do the same. There was no real doubt about it though... Whatever the idiot had said had really really really pissed off Sherry. Joy of joys... Harry sat himself down, hoping that he would not be shoved backward into the fountain this time. He went on to explain everything that was exchanged that night. All that Sherry explained, the tears she shed, and then his rather blunt and poorly expressed sentiments towards the whole thing. He clutched his head and stomach preparing for another blow after he ended his account of last night. Cassie considered opening another can of whoop-ass on him, but restrained herself. He'd hopefully learned some semblance of a lesson... maybe. But she still glared at him. "Shit you're stupid! You don't say that kinda thing to someone! Especially not after they tell you all that kind of thing. Jesus. Alright. Well, she's not going to be up to talking to you now, so most we can do is ponder over what is to be done. But first chance you get, you are so begging her forgiveness..." she shook her head. How can someone be this stupid? she thought to herself... (Just a random thing regarding Cassie's question of stupidity. Understand that Harry is not a very well trained knight. Okay, it's not well trained, but he's socially inept, for the most part. Nothing in the "Manual for Knights" explains what to do about chicks that say they come from the future and their friends are strange and mutated. So there! And now, back to our regularly scheduled program) "Yes yes, I understand asking her for forgiveness. Though, how are we going to get her to even see me?" he questioned thankful that Cassie did not decide to hit him again. "That you shall leave up to me. i can either a) get her to see you, b) get her to speak to me then see you, or c) get her to speak to me and you can sneak in behind me and talk to her. Those are the options. I'll tell you which we run into..." she started pondering ways to get sherry to rant. Lord knows she'd need to after what this bumbling idiot did... Harry was ever so grateful for Cassie's concern (or lack there of, as we all know). That he offered her a hug of gratitude. He was probably all too happy for his current situation, but that could be the lack of sleep kicking in. Speaking of which: "Thank you oh-so much for your help. and the stopped beat-up-on-Harry game," he added under his breath. "But you must understand that Sherry and I were both up all night. She has probably managed a few hours of sleep now while I have not yet. So if you don't mind, I'm going to try and get some sleep so
that I may at least sound coherent when I apologize. "Coherent is way out of your league. Besides, we're not looking for coherent. You're going to need to go in there and beg like a dog until she either hits you or forgives you. Luckily, she doesn't hit as hard as me, so you'll be able to maybe withstand it," she grinned. "But go to sleep. I actually haven't slept either. I think I forgot to. Oh well. It's food time now," she was silent for a moment. "You know, we should meet to rehearse your apology. How about lunch? We meet at lunchtime and go over what you need to apologize for." Fearing that she would not allow him to sleep at all as a form of punishment, he was happy to just hear the words "go to sleep". He probably would have fallen right then and there to and slept. "Alright, we'll meet at lunch. That works. Sleep then food. I'm content with that." "Food is good. Food time for me. Sleep time for you. Now go away or i shall be forced to taunt you a second time-a!" she said the last part in an "outrageous" French accent, grinned, and headed back to the inn.
"Of all the things to say. How could he.? Outrageous. Absurd. " These thoughts went round and round Sherry's head as she stormed away from the water fountain. She could not take Harry standing there and accusing her of fraud. Back into the inn she stormed, past the early
morning risers in the tavern, up the stairs, and straight into her room, shutting the door behind her, not caring what sort of noise or scene she made to those around her. Simply put, she was pissed beyond belief. Cassie was jostled from her mopey state by clanging doors and stomping feet. She looked up, just in time to see familiar red-tipped hair storm up the stairs. She rose to her feet, noticed Nik and Shane not noticing her, and followed. She was about to follow Sherry into the room then she walked straight into the door. "Ow.... My nose..." she clutched at the offending nose and spoke rather nasally through the door. "Uh... Sherry... care to tell what's wrong?" Sherry, much to upset to speak to anyone, remained silent behind the door, hoping that Cassie would leave her in peace. Too much happened in the course of the night and sleeping would perhaps do her some good. She crawled back into bed thinking that everything that had
happened would keep her up, but she was far more tired than she had thought and conked out as soon as her head hit the pillow. Cassie stayed by the door for another couple minutes, but hearing silence decided to go back downstairs. She headed the direction Sherry had come from, figuring the source of the trouble to be wherever she had been. Cassie meandered through the doors, and saw the fountain. And by said fountain there was a guy. And she recognized the guy... vaguely... He was in the room... and I remember something about a chair. Of course she had had a little too much ale by the time she'd met him, so I think that speaks for itself. "Hey, you there. Person by the water. Do you have any knowledge of why my friend just
stormed off in a fuss upstairs?" Harry stood up upon being addressed, though not properly, but it got his attention anyway. He saw Sherry's friend, the rather drunk - to put it bluntly - one from dinner. "Uhm, perhaps I do know why she left. Do you know if she's okay? "You tell me first, why'd she leave? I asked you first, and it's not fair to ask me something when you haven't answered your question!" she seemed proud of this logic, and so grinned rather stupidly (how else can I grin though, lol). "Now, spill!" "Well. you see. it's like this, she explained everything that she could to me and well. uhm." He trailed off, trying to avoid any form of eye contact with Cassie. "And uhm, you did what? 'Cause I will tell you something, it is rather difficult to get Sherry pissed off... and I will say, dude, you did a rather good job of it today. So I can assume you're the reason she's pissed off?" she quirked an eyebrow. "Maybe I am." again he trailed off hoping to not go through a whole inquisition. "Answer the question. Are you, or are you not? Because if you are, yousa have some 'spaining to do!" she glared, quickly losing patience with Mr. I- duwanna-answer-a-legitimate-question-because-I'm-a-wuss... "Fine! Yes I am the cause of Sherry's upset, happy now? Reasons are rather. complicated, I suppose," He admitted at last. "So you're the one then? Just wanted to make sure before I did this," she grinned and gave him a nice right hook, as hard as she could. She smirked down at him. Harry would have remained unconscious from Cassie's punch, but woke up because of the cold water surrounding him and the stream of water falling directly on his head. Harry was rather annoyed about the situation, but the throbbing pain in his jaw seemed to take over everything else at the current moment. "Now there's no need to be violent," he said while wincing at each word he spoke. "No need to be violent? In case you haven't noticed, oh idiotic one, my friend is up in the room very upset. So unless you have a quick and simple 'make everything better' solution, you're just going to have to suffer the consequences." She glared some more, and punched him again, this time a nice blow to the left side of his face. Okay, this time Harry could definitely claim to have seen stars. His head was spinning from the two blows he relieved to the head. Perhaps he had a concussion, but during the time, I don't think they knew much about those, so he was stuck with his current state. "Okay, so I suppose you can be violent," this time clutching both sides of his head. "But what do you expect me to do about anything? She's the one that stormed off on me." "Well, next time you talk to her, you'll know not to say whatever you said!" she smirked and was forced to punch him in the stomach since his head was being cradled by his hands. "Now, you've got three injuries to remind you of what an ass you were today. I highly suggest you apologize posthaste. Don't want to get hit more I don't think..." so maybe she was a little harsh... naaaaah! Still clutching his head and now nursing his new abdominal injury, Harry professed that these people were not people to mess with, individually or as a group. "Alright, alright. I'll apologize to her," he said while trying to clamor out of the water and back on his two feet. "Smart move... and remember... pull this shit with any other one of my friends, and you can expect the same treatment. Pull anything like this on me and you'll wish you'd never been born." She held out her hand to help him up, pathetic knight that he was... "Now, we've got to think of how to get this remedied... so... any ideas?" first you beat them up, then you try to figure out how to get them out of trouble and make everything better at the same time. It works... ish... Harry gratefully took the offered hand before him. His mind was still numb from everything that he learned not too long ago and now his body ached from the brutal assault he just received. To the question brought up, all he could do was shrug and look at Cassie sheepishly, hoping that she would be able to help. "Well... might help if you tell me what you said..." she sat down and motioned for him to do the same. There was no real doubt about it though... Whatever the idiot had said had really really really pissed off Sherry. Joy of joys... Harry sat himself down, hoping that he would not be shoved backward into the fountain this time. He went on to explain everything that was exchanged that night. All that Sherry explained, the tears she shed, and then his rather blunt and poorly expressed sentiments towards the whole thing. He clutched his head and stomach preparing for another blow after he ended his account of last night. Cassie considered opening another can of whoop-ass on him, but restrained herself. He'd hopefully learned some semblance of a lesson... maybe. But she still glared at him. "Shit you're stupid! You don't say that kinda thing to someone! Especially not after they tell you all that kind of thing. Jesus. Alright. Well, she's not going to be up to talking to you now, so most we can do is ponder over what is to be done. But first chance you get, you are so begging her forgiveness..." she shook her head. How can someone be this stupid? she thought to herself... (Just a random thing regarding Cassie's question of stupidity. Understand that Harry is not a very well trained knight. Okay, it's not well trained, but he's socially inept, for the most part. Nothing in the "Manual for Knights" explains what to do about chicks that say they come from the future and their friends are strange and mutated. So there! And now, back to our regularly scheduled program) "Yes yes, I understand asking her for forgiveness. Though, how are we going to get her to even see me?" he questioned thankful that Cassie did not decide to hit him again. "That you shall leave up to me. i can either a) get her to see you, b) get her to speak to me then see you, or c) get her to speak to me and you can sneak in behind me and talk to her. Those are the options. I'll tell you which we run into..." she started pondering ways to get sherry to rant. Lord knows she'd need to after what this bumbling idiot did... Harry was ever so grateful for Cassie's concern (or lack there of, as we all know). That he offered her a hug of gratitude. He was probably all too happy for his current situation, but that could be the lack of sleep kicking in. Speaking of which: "Thank you oh-so much for your help. and the stopped beat-up-on-Harry game," he added under his breath. "But you must understand that Sherry and I were both up all night. She has probably managed a few hours of sleep now while I have not yet. So if you don't mind, I'm going to try and get some sleep so
that I may at least sound coherent when I apologize. "Coherent is way out of your league. Besides, we're not looking for coherent. You're going to need to go in there and beg like a dog until she either hits you or forgives you. Luckily, she doesn't hit as hard as me, so you'll be able to maybe withstand it," she grinned. "But go to sleep. I actually haven't slept either. I think I forgot to. Oh well. It's food time now," she was silent for a moment. "You know, we should meet to rehearse your apology. How about lunch? We meet at lunchtime and go over what you need to apologize for." Fearing that she would not allow him to sleep at all as a form of punishment, he was happy to just hear the words "go to sleep". He probably would have fallen right then and there to and slept. "Alright, we'll meet at lunch. That works. Sleep then food. I'm content with that." "Food is good. Food time for me. Sleep time for you. Now go away or i shall be forced to taunt you a second time-a!" she said the last part in an "outrageous" French accent, grinned, and headed back to the inn.