Cold Drinks
Title: Cold Drinks
Prompt: Smoke - Newsies Drabbles
Fandom: Newsies
Characters: Skittery, Specs, and Dutchy
Time: 19:52 [mm:ss]
Words: 810
Edits: There will be one.
Notes: Nothing much.
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Specs, what is that?" Skittery looked doubtfully at the cup Specs had just bought. There was a festival in town-who knew why it was there?-and nearly all the newsies had dropped by at least once or twice. People there wanted papers, but the security did not want the street trash to dirty the festivities. Being thrown out was normal, though, so nearly every newsie thrown out would just pick himself up and throw himself back in. Besides, there was a great deal of things to try out at the carnival.
"Come on, just try it. It's not going to kill you." Specs offered the cup, but Skittery backed away, eliciting a grin from the bespectacled boy. "Really, Skittery."
"It's, it's smoking," he blabbered stupidly. Skittery prided himself in being a man, but some things were just beyond the realm of bravery and in the realm of stupidity. Drinking smoking drinks was one of them.
"It's not smoking." Specs rolled his eyes, and Skittery groaned. Though Skittery would never admit it, Specs smartaleck comments got on his nerves. Very often.
Skittery raised a hand to take the drink, encouraging Specs to shove it toward him, but the second it started coming toward him, he backed down again. "No. I'm not going to take it."
"Well, I'm going to be sick if I finish this thing."
"Oh, that's encouraging," Skittery muttered.
"I mean it's sweet. Come on, try some. It's good." To prove his point, he took a sip. Skittery kept staring as if Specs would explode at any minute. When Specs removed the smoking straw from his lips, Skittery let out his breath. "Seriously, it's not going to kill you."
"It's smoking," he whined again, drawing a laugh out of Specs.
"Things don't just 'smoke' when they get hot. It happens when it gets too cold too." Specs shoved it toward him again, and once more, he backed down. "Well, I'm not dead yet, am I?"
"If you're not dead tomorrow, I'll try some."
"It's not going to be here tomorrow. The drink will be gone, and so will the fair. Come on. Just one sip." Skittery vehemently shook his head.
"If you're going to get sick drinking it, I don't want to drink it."
"Because it's sweet, I already said that."
"Well, go find someone else to drink it."
Specs grumbled under his breath, but Skittery didn't caught the words. "Fine, Skittery, but I spent a whole dime on it. Are you sure you don't want a sip?" He shook his head and shoved his hands into his pockets, head down.
"Fine. Hey, Dutchy!" A certain blond head in the crowd stopped bobbing and backtracked a few steps.
"Me?"
"Yah. Who else would be stupid enough to be called Dutchy?"
"I resent that." Skittery laughed, causing Dutchy to frown. "I really do," he added, as if the added words would mean anything more.
"Sure. Anyways. Want to try?" Specs shoved the cup under Dutchy's nose, who took a step back with wide eyes.
"Care to explain what it is?"
"Well, it's a drink, and that there is a straw. You put the straw to-"
"I know how to drink, but what is it?" Dutchy took it from Specs hands, already proving he was braver than Skittery.
"Well, I don't think it really matters. I paid a dime for it. It's good. Try it." Shrugging, Dutchy tried a sip.
"I guess it's good." He took another sip, and another. "I like it," he added with a grin. "Here." Dutchy shoved it back at Specs, who held it out to Skittery.
"Try some now?"
"Nah. I'll skip." Dutchy laughed, causing Skittery to frown.
"Really, Skittery, it's good." Skittery tried to tuck his chin into his shirt in order to disappear, it didn't work. "What's up with him, Specs?"
"It's smoking," Specs mocked, causing blood to rise at the back of Skittery's neck. Dutchy laughed heartily and patted his friend on the back.
"Here, give me that." Without actual permission, Dutchy grabbed the drink, lifting the lid up a tad, and poured a drop down Skittery's shirt. Not suspecting such a devious act, Skittery shuddered. Dutchy drank some more before handing it off to Specs again.
"It's cold!" he exclaimed.
"I already told you that," Specs said, taking yet another sip. "Come on, at least a sip, Skittery."
Frowning, Skittery finally took the cup and sucked until his tongue barely touched the liquid. His eyes widened, and he took an actual sip.
"What did I tell him?" Specs said to Dutchy. "I told him it's good, and now-" Specs tried to grab the cup back from Skittery, but Skittery moved away while he kept drinking. "Hey! Give it back."
"For a buck, I might," Skittery said around the straw.
"Why would I do that? I could just buy another for a dime." In response, Skittery shrugged with his eyebrows.
Dutchy chuckled. "Don't you know? Skittery here will steal anything. It doesn't matter to him if it's worth a dime or a penny."
"So long as it's not smoking," Specs added.
Prompt: Smoke - Newsies Drabbles
Fandom: Newsies
Characters: Skittery, Specs, and Dutchy
Time: 19:52 [mm:ss]
Words: 810
Edits: There will be one.
Notes: Nothing much.
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Specs, what is that?" Skittery looked doubtfully at the cup Specs had just bought. There was a festival in town-who knew why it was there?-and nearly all the newsies had dropped by at least once or twice. People there wanted papers, but the security did not want the street trash to dirty the festivities. Being thrown out was normal, though, so nearly every newsie thrown out would just pick himself up and throw himself back in. Besides, there was a great deal of things to try out at the carnival.
"Come on, just try it. It's not going to kill you." Specs offered the cup, but Skittery backed away, eliciting a grin from the bespectacled boy. "Really, Skittery."
"It's, it's smoking," he blabbered stupidly. Skittery prided himself in being a man, but some things were just beyond the realm of bravery and in the realm of stupidity. Drinking smoking drinks was one of them.
"It's not smoking." Specs rolled his eyes, and Skittery groaned. Though Skittery would never admit it, Specs smartaleck comments got on his nerves. Very often.
Skittery raised a hand to take the drink, encouraging Specs to shove it toward him, but the second it started coming toward him, he backed down again. "No. I'm not going to take it."
"Well, I'm going to be sick if I finish this thing."
"Oh, that's encouraging," Skittery muttered.
"I mean it's sweet. Come on, try some. It's good." To prove his point, he took a sip. Skittery kept staring as if Specs would explode at any minute. When Specs removed the smoking straw from his lips, Skittery let out his breath. "Seriously, it's not going to kill you."
"It's smoking," he whined again, drawing a laugh out of Specs.
"Things don't just 'smoke' when they get hot. It happens when it gets too cold too." Specs shoved it toward him again, and once more, he backed down. "Well, I'm not dead yet, am I?"
"If you're not dead tomorrow, I'll try some."
"It's not going to be here tomorrow. The drink will be gone, and so will the fair. Come on. Just one sip." Skittery vehemently shook his head.
"If you're going to get sick drinking it, I don't want to drink it."
"Because it's sweet, I already said that."
"Well, go find someone else to drink it."
Specs grumbled under his breath, but Skittery didn't caught the words. "Fine, Skittery, but I spent a whole dime on it. Are you sure you don't want a sip?" He shook his head and shoved his hands into his pockets, head down.
"Fine. Hey, Dutchy!" A certain blond head in the crowd stopped bobbing and backtracked a few steps.
"Me?"
"Yah. Who else would be stupid enough to be called Dutchy?"
"I resent that." Skittery laughed, causing Dutchy to frown. "I really do," he added, as if the added words would mean anything more.
"Sure. Anyways. Want to try?" Specs shoved the cup under Dutchy's nose, who took a step back with wide eyes.
"Care to explain what it is?"
"Well, it's a drink, and that there is a straw. You put the straw to-"
"I know how to drink, but what is it?" Dutchy took it from Specs hands, already proving he was braver than Skittery.
"Well, I don't think it really matters. I paid a dime for it. It's good. Try it." Shrugging, Dutchy tried a sip.
"I guess it's good." He took another sip, and another. "I like it," he added with a grin. "Here." Dutchy shoved it back at Specs, who held it out to Skittery.
"Try some now?"
"Nah. I'll skip." Dutchy laughed, causing Skittery to frown.
"Really, Skittery, it's good." Skittery tried to tuck his chin into his shirt in order to disappear, it didn't work. "What's up with him, Specs?"
"It's smoking," Specs mocked, causing blood to rise at the back of Skittery's neck. Dutchy laughed heartily and patted his friend on the back.
"Here, give me that." Without actual permission, Dutchy grabbed the drink, lifting the lid up a tad, and poured a drop down Skittery's shirt. Not suspecting such a devious act, Skittery shuddered. Dutchy drank some more before handing it off to Specs again.
"It's cold!" he exclaimed.
"I already told you that," Specs said, taking yet another sip. "Come on, at least a sip, Skittery."
Frowning, Skittery finally took the cup and sucked until his tongue barely touched the liquid. His eyes widened, and he took an actual sip.
"What did I tell him?" Specs said to Dutchy. "I told him it's good, and now-" Specs tried to grab the cup back from Skittery, but Skittery moved away while he kept drinking. "Hey! Give it back."
"For a buck, I might," Skittery said around the straw.
"Why would I do that? I could just buy another for a dime." In response, Skittery shrugged with his eyebrows.
Dutchy chuckled. "Don't you know? Skittery here will steal anything. It doesn't matter to him if it's worth a dime or a penny."
"So long as it's not smoking," Specs added.