The New Recruit. Part 4 of ??
FH/Post FH Fic.
Rating: Back to PG.
Characters: We add more to our cast!
Pairings: Oh, you'd like to know, would you?
Disclaimers: None of these characters are mine. Don't sue?
Part 1 is here
Part 2 is here
Part 3 is here
"Listen, Wes--"
"It's Weiss."
"Whatever, Wes," GOB said. "Look, you get a tip greater than a dollar, you have to sing. That's the way it works. If you don't sing, I get to smack you."
"There's laws against that sort of thing," Weiss said, polishing a glass. This was what tending bar was about, to him. Constantly polishing a glass with a rag.
"Yeah, well laws don't get you paid, Wes. Now get over there and serve the customer who just sat down, got it?"
"Right boss," Weiss said, moving over to stand in front of the long blond haired fellow who had entered. "What can I get for you?"
"I'll have my usual," the man said, in a very English accent.
"Sorry, buddy," Weiss said. "I'm new here, so you're going to have to spell it out for me."
The blonde man looked up. "Oh, sorry," he said. "It's not actually a usual drink. Just something with one of those little umbrellas in it."
"Coming right up," Weiss said. "I'm Weiss, by the way. I'll be your entertainer and barkeep for the evening. I've been told I have to sing if you tip me higher than a dollar, and let me tell you, I've got a terrific singing voice."
"Good to meet you, Weiss," the fellow said. "I'm the wharfmaster at the docks. Archie Kennedy, at your service."
"Well, Mister Kennedy, I'd like you to meet my friend Jack Daniels on the rocks. With an umbrella."
----
"You're old," Cally said, pointing out the complete and utter obvious.
"Sixty nine, to be exact," Walter said, gesturing for the two girls to sit. "I hope you're ready for this assignment."
"What role will you be playing in all this?" Nadia wanted to keep this about business. About the mission. Nothing else. No time to think about anything else.
"I will keep an eye out," Walter said, smirking. "You two must hurry. You are going to be late for your orientation."
"Oh frak, he's right," Cally said, checking her watch. "We got to go."
"I'll see you later," Walter said. He chuckled, knowing far more than he was letting on.
----
"Do I file these chronologically or alphabetically?" Marshall asked, his palms starting to sweat.
"Alphabetically," Marty replied. "I mean, who really knows the albums by date, anyways?"
"I--" the rotund man behind the counter started.
"I didn't ask you, Barry," Marty said. "Look, Marshall, all you have to do is price tag the CDs, put them in the bins, and ring up customers when Barry or I aren't here."
"Hey, Marshall, buddy. Top--"
"Don't even start with that today, Barry," Marty said. "I have to go call Angela, let her know what's going on. You got any questions, or are we good?"
Marshall raised his hand. Marty gave him a look as if to say 'You couldn't just ask?'
"Wha-wha-why is there a pine tree in your office?" Marshall asked.
----
"Welcome, transfer students," Zoe Washburn said, adressing the small crowd in the auditorium. Or, at least, it looked like Zoe Washburn. Nadia was impressed with how well Anna Espinosa had seemingly adopted the persona. Cally was too busy staring at the girl sitting next to her.
"Is there something on my dress?" the girl asked, her curly golden hair bouncing a bit as she looked.
"Oh, no," Cally said. "It's just you look a lot like. . ." She looked a lot like Veronica Mars, Cally was thinking. But she couldn't quite say that.
"Are you going to tell me I look like some movie star?" the girl beamed. "That's awfully nice of you. But I'm not fancy like that. My name's Mary. Mary Lane."
"I'm Ca--" she coughed. "Keiko. Keiko Brennan. This is my friend Elena." She gestured towards Nadia, who shushed them both.
"This is important," she said, keeping her eyes glued to the stage.
"As you all are new to the island, we have a special set of courses we'd like y'all to take," Zoe said. "First, I'll introduce our athletics teacher, a former student. Coach Marko will be doing his best to make sure you're in proper shape and able to defend yourselves, in case of invasion."
"Right," Cain said, brushing off his 'Property of Fandom High Gremlins' shirt. "You all listen to me, and your asses won't end up in the clinic, got it? Mouth of to me, and you will end up in the clinic."
"Now, now," Zoe said. "They're just kids, remember that. Now the second required course will be Art History with Professor County, Junior."
"Thank you ma'am," Brisco said. "I'm not really much of an art fan myself, so don't worry. I won't be trying to bore you."
"And finally, our last teacher appears to not. . . oh, here he comes. He'll be teaching you his special course, Constant Vigilance. It's a crash course of universal survival tips. Kids, may I introduce--"
"Oh dios," Nadia said.
"Oh frak," Cally said.
If anyone would be able to spot who they actually were, they knew it would be him.
"The Doctor," Zoe finished. The big eared fellow in a jumper and leather jacket stepped onto the stage.
"We are so frakked," Cally said, facepalming.
"Oooh, is that some crazy new slang?" Mary asked.
Nadia merely blinked and facepalmed herself.
To be continued!
[comments are love!]
Rating: Back to PG.
Characters: We add more to our cast!
Pairings: Oh, you'd like to know, would you?
Disclaimers: None of these characters are mine. Don't sue?
Part 1 is here
Part 2 is here
Part 3 is here
"Listen, Wes--"
"It's Weiss."
"Whatever, Wes," GOB said. "Look, you get a tip greater than a dollar, you have to sing. That's the way it works. If you don't sing, I get to smack you."
"There's laws against that sort of thing," Weiss said, polishing a glass. This was what tending bar was about, to him. Constantly polishing a glass with a rag.
"Yeah, well laws don't get you paid, Wes. Now get over there and serve the customer who just sat down, got it?"
"Right boss," Weiss said, moving over to stand in front of the long blond haired fellow who had entered. "What can I get for you?"
"I'll have my usual," the man said, in a very English accent.
"Sorry, buddy," Weiss said. "I'm new here, so you're going to have to spell it out for me."
The blonde man looked up. "Oh, sorry," he said. "It's not actually a usual drink. Just something with one of those little umbrellas in it."
"Coming right up," Weiss said. "I'm Weiss, by the way. I'll be your entertainer and barkeep for the evening. I've been told I have to sing if you tip me higher than a dollar, and let me tell you, I've got a terrific singing voice."
"Good to meet you, Weiss," the fellow said. "I'm the wharfmaster at the docks. Archie Kennedy, at your service."
"Well, Mister Kennedy, I'd like you to meet my friend Jack Daniels on the rocks. With an umbrella."
----
"You're old," Cally said, pointing out the complete and utter obvious.
"Sixty nine, to be exact," Walter said, gesturing for the two girls to sit. "I hope you're ready for this assignment."
"What role will you be playing in all this?" Nadia wanted to keep this about business. About the mission. Nothing else. No time to think about anything else.
"I will keep an eye out," Walter said, smirking. "You two must hurry. You are going to be late for your orientation."
"Oh frak, he's right," Cally said, checking her watch. "We got to go."
"I'll see you later," Walter said. He chuckled, knowing far more than he was letting on.
----
"Do I file these chronologically or alphabetically?" Marshall asked, his palms starting to sweat.
"Alphabetically," Marty replied. "I mean, who really knows the albums by date, anyways?"
"I--" the rotund man behind the counter started.
"I didn't ask you, Barry," Marty said. "Look, Marshall, all you have to do is price tag the CDs, put them in the bins, and ring up customers when Barry or I aren't here."
"Hey, Marshall, buddy. Top--"
"Don't even start with that today, Barry," Marty said. "I have to go call Angela, let her know what's going on. You got any questions, or are we good?"
Marshall raised his hand. Marty gave him a look as if to say 'You couldn't just ask?'
"Wha-wha-why is there a pine tree in your office?" Marshall asked.
----
"Welcome, transfer students," Zoe Washburn said, adressing the small crowd in the auditorium. Or, at least, it looked like Zoe Washburn. Nadia was impressed with how well Anna Espinosa had seemingly adopted the persona. Cally was too busy staring at the girl sitting next to her.
"Is there something on my dress?" the girl asked, her curly golden hair bouncing a bit as she looked.
"Oh, no," Cally said. "It's just you look a lot like. . ." She looked a lot like Veronica Mars, Cally was thinking. But she couldn't quite say that.
"Are you going to tell me I look like some movie star?" the girl beamed. "That's awfully nice of you. But I'm not fancy like that. My name's Mary. Mary Lane."
"I'm Ca--" she coughed. "Keiko. Keiko Brennan. This is my friend Elena." She gestured towards Nadia, who shushed them both.
"This is important," she said, keeping her eyes glued to the stage.
"As you all are new to the island, we have a special set of courses we'd like y'all to take," Zoe said. "First, I'll introduce our athletics teacher, a former student. Coach Marko will be doing his best to make sure you're in proper shape and able to defend yourselves, in case of invasion."
"Right," Cain said, brushing off his 'Property of Fandom High Gremlins' shirt. "You all listen to me, and your asses won't end up in the clinic, got it? Mouth of to me, and you will end up in the clinic."
"Now, now," Zoe said. "They're just kids, remember that. Now the second required course will be Art History with Professor County, Junior."
"Thank you ma'am," Brisco said. "I'm not really much of an art fan myself, so don't worry. I won't be trying to bore you."
"And finally, our last teacher appears to not. . . oh, here he comes. He'll be teaching you his special course, Constant Vigilance. It's a crash course of universal survival tips. Kids, may I introduce--"
"Oh dios," Nadia said.
"Oh frak," Cally said.
If anyone would be able to spot who they actually were, they knew it would be him.
"The Doctor," Zoe finished. The big eared fellow in a jumper and leather jacket stepped onto the stage.
"We are so frakked," Cally said, facepalming.
"Oooh, is that some crazy new slang?" Mary asked.
Nadia merely blinked and facepalmed herself.
To be continued!
[comments are love!]