Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies, Medieval Times, or any other media references I may make.
A/n: two points that have nothing to do with my story but that I want to bring to the attention of all. Ahem, Kyle is the best character in Shrek 2 and my dad used my picture of Itey as a pick! Poor Itey!
Chapter 9
Specs PoV
"Dutchy? What do I do with this?" I held up a soaking wet bar towel for him to see. He was nowhere in sight. "Dutchy?"
"Oh, he's gone." Sapphy smiled evilly.
"Huh? Where'd he go?"
Sapphy shrugged and turned back to her magazine. "I don't know. I'm not his personal scheduling service."
"Um...did he just go to the bathroom or something?" This was suspicious. I looked up and Dutchy was just gone. Sapphy didn't seem too concerned so I figured that he must've just stepped out for a few seconds.
"No," she grinned evilly again, "I kidnapped him!"
"Dutchy?" I called loudly. Sapphy didn't really kidnap him. That's just the kind of thing Sapphy says as a joke...isn't it?
"Oh, don't wet yourself. He's in the back room bringing up cases of beer." Sapphy lazily turned the page of her magazine.
"I'm gonna go help him, OK?"
"Whatever floats your boat Hon, doesn't really matter to me."
I walked through a hidden door and down a flight of stairs into a cold room beneath the bar. Specs was bent over a flat of beer cans with his back to me.
"Need any help?" I asked.
He looked up at me, surprised, "uh, yeah, sure. Could you...bring a dozen of those over here for me."
I picked up the box of Coronas that he was pointing to and dragged it over. "These?"
"Yeah, thanks."
My breath formed in front of me and I rubbed my arms to keep warm. "It's freezing down here." I immediately regretted saying this. Dutchy was red in the face and hot looking. He must have been down here longer than I thought, lifting boxes and all.
"Yeah, I guess," he agreed, but wiped his forehead on his sleeve.
Conversation stilled for a few seconds before Dutchy spoke again. "So...are you going to the staff party tomorrow?"
"Staff...party...?" What is this? I've only been here tow days and everyone's decided they hate me and haven't invited me? OK, sure, I'm not the most exciting person, but I didn't do anything that should have turned anyone off, did I?
"Oh, you don't now about it? We're having a staff party to celebrate the new staff members."
OK, so I had to have been invited! This party was partially for me! Why didn't I know???
"It's tomorrow?"
Dutchy nods and lifts the flat of beer cans. "So, are you going?"
"Yeah, I guess. Listen, thanks for telling me, I had no idea."
We surfaced in the bar again and Sapphy looked up from her magazine. "Have fun?" She really is quite good at grinning evilly.
Dutchy threw a napkin at her and asked, "Where's your Snipeshooter kid?"
Sapphy shrugged. "I don't know. I still don't see why they rehired him. I swear to God he's only ten. Something's seriously wrong here."
Dutchy nodded understandingly. "I see what you're saying. I can also see the headlines tomorrow," he cleared his throat, "young child, hired underage, is lost by supervisor in charge! Sapphy is being sued by the boy's parents for—"
"My parents are dead," came the small voice from the doorway.
"Oh, hello," I turned to him, "are you Snipeshooter?"
He nods and sneers quite openly at Sapphy.
"Hello dear, where'd you get to? I've been looking everywhere."
"No you haven't, I've been watching you for the last ten minutes and you haven't moved. I want to go now."
"Ok, see you later," said Sapphy, unconcerned.
Snipeshooter stalked away and I gazed after his retreating back. "Bye, I guess."
((And there goes Snipeshooter. Poor, poor Snipeshooter. I just thought it'd be good to have him, seeing as the chapter was mighty short. Reviews!))
Shoutouts:
BrooklynGrl- my friend SparkS admits to liking crackers better than cookies...just trying to make conversation.
Madison Square- heh heh, Morris do something to Jingles, not at all...OK, I have no idea what to do about it, but I'll figure out, some way somehow!
Ireland O'Reily- ahh! Steven Cutts is in CAMP! He plays Shaun! Don't worry, I'm not 'flaming' you. My best friend doesn't know either. She doesn't pay enough attention to my blathering. But you should rent CAMP, it's awesome! And Pie didn't know, he's not too smart in the whole thinking area. And I hate you, meeting Dee and Aaron like that.
Sapphy- oh, I've done that once. My sister's friend's dad said 'where'd you come from?' and I said, 'you see, when I a mommy loves a daddy...' than he laughed and told me to stop. Oscar and Morris are the conflict. All good stories have conflict. And the bad ones too, it's usually that fact that they're bad...
Cassies-Grandma- OK, explanation time. Spring Fling was on a Thursday because we have a four day long weekend, the 21st to the 24th. It's Victoria Day weekend to celebrate Queen Victoria's birthday, like, 100 years ago. And they won't refund your taxes when you go back to the US. I don't get my taxes refunded when I come back from the US or anywhere else in the world. It all evens out in the end. I love long reviews! They're so entertaining! And I love answering questions! I'm only 'half-Canadian' as well, my dad wasn't born here. But I was, so I suppose that means I AM full Canadian. I'm going to stop before I confuse myself.
A/n: two points that have nothing to do with my story but that I want to bring to the attention of all. Ahem, Kyle is the best character in Shrek 2 and my dad used my picture of Itey as a pick! Poor Itey!
Chapter 9
Specs PoV
"Dutchy? What do I do with this?" I held up a soaking wet bar towel for him to see. He was nowhere in sight. "Dutchy?"
"Oh, he's gone." Sapphy smiled evilly.
"Huh? Where'd he go?"
Sapphy shrugged and turned back to her magazine. "I don't know. I'm not his personal scheduling service."
"Um...did he just go to the bathroom or something?" This was suspicious. I looked up and Dutchy was just gone. Sapphy didn't seem too concerned so I figured that he must've just stepped out for a few seconds.
"No," she grinned evilly again, "I kidnapped him!"
"Dutchy?" I called loudly. Sapphy didn't really kidnap him. That's just the kind of thing Sapphy says as a joke...isn't it?
"Oh, don't wet yourself. He's in the back room bringing up cases of beer." Sapphy lazily turned the page of her magazine.
"I'm gonna go help him, OK?"
"Whatever floats your boat Hon, doesn't really matter to me."
I walked through a hidden door and down a flight of stairs into a cold room beneath the bar. Specs was bent over a flat of beer cans with his back to me.
"Need any help?" I asked.
He looked up at me, surprised, "uh, yeah, sure. Could you...bring a dozen of those over here for me."
I picked up the box of Coronas that he was pointing to and dragged it over. "These?"
"Yeah, thanks."
My breath formed in front of me and I rubbed my arms to keep warm. "It's freezing down here." I immediately regretted saying this. Dutchy was red in the face and hot looking. He must have been down here longer than I thought, lifting boxes and all.
"Yeah, I guess," he agreed, but wiped his forehead on his sleeve.
Conversation stilled for a few seconds before Dutchy spoke again. "So...are you going to the staff party tomorrow?"
"Staff...party...?" What is this? I've only been here tow days and everyone's decided they hate me and haven't invited me? OK, sure, I'm not the most exciting person, but I didn't do anything that should have turned anyone off, did I?
"Oh, you don't now about it? We're having a staff party to celebrate the new staff members."
OK, so I had to have been invited! This party was partially for me! Why didn't I know???
"It's tomorrow?"
Dutchy nods and lifts the flat of beer cans. "So, are you going?"
"Yeah, I guess. Listen, thanks for telling me, I had no idea."
We surfaced in the bar again and Sapphy looked up from her magazine. "Have fun?" She really is quite good at grinning evilly.
Dutchy threw a napkin at her and asked, "Where's your Snipeshooter kid?"
Sapphy shrugged. "I don't know. I still don't see why they rehired him. I swear to God he's only ten. Something's seriously wrong here."
Dutchy nodded understandingly. "I see what you're saying. I can also see the headlines tomorrow," he cleared his throat, "young child, hired underage, is lost by supervisor in charge! Sapphy is being sued by the boy's parents for—"
"My parents are dead," came the small voice from the doorway.
"Oh, hello," I turned to him, "are you Snipeshooter?"
He nods and sneers quite openly at Sapphy.
"Hello dear, where'd you get to? I've been looking everywhere."
"No you haven't, I've been watching you for the last ten minutes and you haven't moved. I want to go now."
"Ok, see you later," said Sapphy, unconcerned.
Snipeshooter stalked away and I gazed after his retreating back. "Bye, I guess."
((And there goes Snipeshooter. Poor, poor Snipeshooter. I just thought it'd be good to have him, seeing as the chapter was mighty short. Reviews!))
Shoutouts:
BrooklynGrl- my friend SparkS admits to liking crackers better than cookies...just trying to make conversation.
Madison Square- heh heh, Morris do something to Jingles, not at all...OK, I have no idea what to do about it, but I'll figure out, some way somehow!
Ireland O'Reily- ahh! Steven Cutts is in CAMP! He plays Shaun! Don't worry, I'm not 'flaming' you. My best friend doesn't know either. She doesn't pay enough attention to my blathering. But you should rent CAMP, it's awesome! And Pie didn't know, he's not too smart in the whole thinking area. And I hate you, meeting Dee and Aaron like that.
Sapphy- oh, I've done that once. My sister's friend's dad said 'where'd you come from?' and I said, 'you see, when I a mommy loves a daddy...' than he laughed and told me to stop. Oscar and Morris are the conflict. All good stories have conflict. And the bad ones too, it's usually that fact that they're bad...
Cassies-Grandma- OK, explanation time. Spring Fling was on a Thursday because we have a four day long weekend, the 21st to the 24th. It's Victoria Day weekend to celebrate Queen Victoria's birthday, like, 100 years ago. And they won't refund your taxes when you go back to the US. I don't get my taxes refunded when I come back from the US or anywhere else in the world. It all evens out in the end. I love long reviews! They're so entertaining! And I love answering questions! I'm only 'half-Canadian' as well, my dad wasn't born here. But I was, so I suppose that means I AM full Canadian. I'm going to stop before I confuse myself.