Drat! I realized I don't have a disclaimer! Well, for the last few
chapters! So I'll reintroduce it. Here it is, the one, the only,
DISCLAIMER!!!
Disclaimer: *bows and blushes modestly* I don't own Newsies, Medieval Times, or any other media references I may make.
OK, this is the first non-General PoV chapter yet. And who better to start the bidding with than Dutchy, I ask you. If you answered 'nobody' than you are correct!
Chapter 4
~Dutchy's PoV~
"Um...OK...so...what do you want to know?" I scratched my neck nervously.
"I dun no..." Specs blinked multiple times. "How do you mix drinks?"
Why hadn't I thought of that?
I walked behind the bar and held up a mixing glass. "OK, if someone asks for a..." mumbles, "you mix it in this. If they want a," mumbles, "you mix it in this," I hold up a different mixer.
"Um..." Specs looks confused, "that's be a lot of help if I had heard you. Could you speak up?"
"Uh..."
And here comes Sapphy.
"Has Dutchy lied told you he knows what he's doing New Kid?"
Specs blinks again. "Huh?"
"Oh, Dutchy is completely clueless in the beverage department. It's a wonder he can pour himself a glass of water."
Of course, I had just been doing that and slipped, perhaps out of outrage, and spilt water all over the floor.
Sapphy cleared her throat. "And I stand corrected..."
Specs looks at me. "Are you OK?" Surprisingly it doesn't even look like he's about to laugh. Maybe he's just embarrassed for me.
I nod meekly. "I'll be OK. It's just water."
"Here, let me help," Specs grabs a bar towel and helps me mop up the puddles growing on the floor.
"I'll leave you two to learn...nothing," says Sapphy, laughing.
I look at her and a strange thought hits me. "Why did I never have someone to teach me how to do all this stuff?" I ask.
Sapphy shrugs. "I guess they thought you could handle it," she pauses graciously, "they were wrong."
"No kidding," I mutter.
Just before Sapphy disappears out the door, Specs calls after her, "hey, where's your apprentice?"
Sapphy stops. "Oh, they kid they gave me was too young to be working. And he wouldn't tell me his name. He said it was 'Snipeshooter'. Who names their kid 'Snipeshooter'?"
"Who names their kid 'Sapphy'?" asks Specs, making an excellent point.
"Sapphy is just my nickname." And she leaves.
Specs clears his throat and straightens himself to full height. "Do you really not know anything about mixing drinks and stuff like that?"
I stand up beside him. "Nope. I know absolutely nothing. Sapphy had to teach me how a bottle opener works this morning."
"A what?"
"A bottle opener."
"What's that?"
So I pull out a bottle opener and show Specs.
"How does that thing work? I just used my hands."
And just when I thing I've met someone as clueless, if not more so, than me, his face breaks into a grin and he laughs his head off.
"I was just joking. I've known how to use a bottle opener since I was seven."
This makes me feel really bad because the only thing I knew when I was seven was how to spell 'cat' and how to put on my Velcro shoes. And maybe how to go to the bathroom.
"Oh. I didn't know how to until this morning."
"You're telling the truth, aren't you?" he asks.
"Yeah. I'm a horribly honest person," I admit, blushing.
"That's good. Nobody's honest anymore."
"I think it's Pinocchio that did it. I'm now afraid that my nose will grow if I tell a lie."
"Then Disney magic worked its wonders on you. You shall never tell a lie as long as you live."
I wring the bar towel out over the sink. "I will never tell a lie," I agree.
"Do you think that allowing someone to think something and not telling them otherwise is as bad as telling a lie?" Specs asks, following my lead and wringing out his bar towel.
I nod, "I think so. If I let people believe lies, I could be to blame if they do something stupid because they think it's right."
"That sounds smart. I think I'll take a page out of the book of Dutchy. I will be an honest, truth-telling person from now on."
I smile. "At least I taught you something today."
"Hey, you also taught me how to wring out a bar towel."
"What did you say about lying a few seconds ago?"
"You're right. Sorry."
"We agree that I taught you noting about bartending today?"
"We will."
"Good."
((Chapter OVER! Not many characters in it other than Specs and Dutchy. And a short cameo from Sapphy. But I hope you all enjoyed it. I like the SpecsDutchy, or what exists of it so far. It's getting really late and as I type this and my hands feel soooo heavy. I really should get off the computer soon...or not...whatever, just R&R!))
Shoutouts:
I have an issue to address first off, who doesn't like doing shoutouts? I love shoutouts! It's my favourite part!!! If anyone doesn't like them, then *sticks out tongue* THERE! SHOWED YOU!!! Now, on the real shoutouts...
Sapphy- due to my short-term memory I've forgotten who you want. Who?
Almatari_of_Arda- I told you why already. I'm lazy.
Written Sparks- Thanks. No more even slightly forced chapters from now on! Nope, none for Buttons!!!
Cassies-Grandma- sorry, no Monty Python. But I did check your fic! If that's worth anything...
Strawberri Shake- the best part of making Arrow insane is that she doesn't even know I'm doing it, he he he, sucker!
Rubix the cube- I'm sure they would learn a lot from you but they need someone who is on time. I'd be contradicting my characterization. *checks carefully organized files* so far, everything's under control.
Ireland O'Reily- I don't have a job right now. I used to sell baked goods though...but I ate most of them, yum!
Madison Square- MY FIC IS EDJUMACATIONAL!!! GO ME! WHOO HOO!!!
Stage- Dutchy is silly. And can't use a bottle opener.
BrooklynGrl- I don't have a pool or hot tub either. Neither does Buckles, she didn't specify, she just mooches pool usage off her neighbours.
Trinity-matrix-13- glaring and drooling are the same thing for you, I guess. You haven't noticed how HOT he is yet.
Shadowlands- what do you mean 'other people'? My school is like the NEWSIE CAPITAL OF THE WORLD!!! Well, Achilles, Arrow, SparkS and I at least. I luffles Newsies.
Disclaimer: *bows and blushes modestly* I don't own Newsies, Medieval Times, or any other media references I may make.
OK, this is the first non-General PoV chapter yet. And who better to start the bidding with than Dutchy, I ask you. If you answered 'nobody' than you are correct!
Chapter 4
~Dutchy's PoV~
"Um...OK...so...what do you want to know?" I scratched my neck nervously.
"I dun no..." Specs blinked multiple times. "How do you mix drinks?"
Why hadn't I thought of that?
I walked behind the bar and held up a mixing glass. "OK, if someone asks for a..." mumbles, "you mix it in this. If they want a," mumbles, "you mix it in this," I hold up a different mixer.
"Um..." Specs looks confused, "that's be a lot of help if I had heard you. Could you speak up?"
"Uh..."
And here comes Sapphy.
"Has Dutchy lied told you he knows what he's doing New Kid?"
Specs blinks again. "Huh?"
"Oh, Dutchy is completely clueless in the beverage department. It's a wonder he can pour himself a glass of water."
Of course, I had just been doing that and slipped, perhaps out of outrage, and spilt water all over the floor.
Sapphy cleared her throat. "And I stand corrected..."
Specs looks at me. "Are you OK?" Surprisingly it doesn't even look like he's about to laugh. Maybe he's just embarrassed for me.
I nod meekly. "I'll be OK. It's just water."
"Here, let me help," Specs grabs a bar towel and helps me mop up the puddles growing on the floor.
"I'll leave you two to learn...nothing," says Sapphy, laughing.
I look at her and a strange thought hits me. "Why did I never have someone to teach me how to do all this stuff?" I ask.
Sapphy shrugs. "I guess they thought you could handle it," she pauses graciously, "they were wrong."
"No kidding," I mutter.
Just before Sapphy disappears out the door, Specs calls after her, "hey, where's your apprentice?"
Sapphy stops. "Oh, they kid they gave me was too young to be working. And he wouldn't tell me his name. He said it was 'Snipeshooter'. Who names their kid 'Snipeshooter'?"
"Who names their kid 'Sapphy'?" asks Specs, making an excellent point.
"Sapphy is just my nickname." And she leaves.
Specs clears his throat and straightens himself to full height. "Do you really not know anything about mixing drinks and stuff like that?"
I stand up beside him. "Nope. I know absolutely nothing. Sapphy had to teach me how a bottle opener works this morning."
"A what?"
"A bottle opener."
"What's that?"
So I pull out a bottle opener and show Specs.
"How does that thing work? I just used my hands."
And just when I thing I've met someone as clueless, if not more so, than me, his face breaks into a grin and he laughs his head off.
"I was just joking. I've known how to use a bottle opener since I was seven."
This makes me feel really bad because the only thing I knew when I was seven was how to spell 'cat' and how to put on my Velcro shoes. And maybe how to go to the bathroom.
"Oh. I didn't know how to until this morning."
"You're telling the truth, aren't you?" he asks.
"Yeah. I'm a horribly honest person," I admit, blushing.
"That's good. Nobody's honest anymore."
"I think it's Pinocchio that did it. I'm now afraid that my nose will grow if I tell a lie."
"Then Disney magic worked its wonders on you. You shall never tell a lie as long as you live."
I wring the bar towel out over the sink. "I will never tell a lie," I agree.
"Do you think that allowing someone to think something and not telling them otherwise is as bad as telling a lie?" Specs asks, following my lead and wringing out his bar towel.
I nod, "I think so. If I let people believe lies, I could be to blame if they do something stupid because they think it's right."
"That sounds smart. I think I'll take a page out of the book of Dutchy. I will be an honest, truth-telling person from now on."
I smile. "At least I taught you something today."
"Hey, you also taught me how to wring out a bar towel."
"What did you say about lying a few seconds ago?"
"You're right. Sorry."
"We agree that I taught you noting about bartending today?"
"We will."
"Good."
((Chapter OVER! Not many characters in it other than Specs and Dutchy. And a short cameo from Sapphy. But I hope you all enjoyed it. I like the SpecsDutchy, or what exists of it so far. It's getting really late and as I type this and my hands feel soooo heavy. I really should get off the computer soon...or not...whatever, just R&R!))
Shoutouts:
I have an issue to address first off, who doesn't like doing shoutouts? I love shoutouts! It's my favourite part!!! If anyone doesn't like them, then *sticks out tongue* THERE! SHOWED YOU!!! Now, on the real shoutouts...
Sapphy- due to my short-term memory I've forgotten who you want. Who?
Almatari_of_Arda- I told you why already. I'm lazy.
Written Sparks- Thanks. No more even slightly forced chapters from now on! Nope, none for Buttons!!!
Cassies-Grandma- sorry, no Monty Python. But I did check your fic! If that's worth anything...
Strawberri Shake- the best part of making Arrow insane is that she doesn't even know I'm doing it, he he he, sucker!
Rubix the cube- I'm sure they would learn a lot from you but they need someone who is on time. I'd be contradicting my characterization. *checks carefully organized files* so far, everything's under control.
Ireland O'Reily- I don't have a job right now. I used to sell baked goods though...but I ate most of them, yum!
Madison Square- MY FIC IS EDJUMACATIONAL!!! GO ME! WHOO HOO!!!
Stage- Dutchy is silly. And can't use a bottle opener.
BrooklynGrl- I don't have a pool or hot tub either. Neither does Buckles, she didn't specify, she just mooches pool usage off her neighbours.
Trinity-matrix-13- glaring and drooling are the same thing for you, I guess. You haven't noticed how HOT he is yet.
Shadowlands- what do you mean 'other people'? My school is like the NEWSIE CAPITAL OF THE WORLD!!! Well, Achilles, Arrow, SparkS and I at least. I luffles Newsies.