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30M2DW III - Day Whatever


Shakespearean English

I slipped into the Twelfth Night Pub unobserved and thought to myself "Hmm, what a coincidence. The Twelfth night and this was the 16th night I'd been on the case." Cops weren't always the most accurate of people but, hey, close enough.

I parked myself in one of the darkest, deepest recesses of the bar and sat with my back to the wall so as to observe the comings and goings.

"What be your pleasure, my liege" boomed a voice in my ear. It was the barkeep, a swarthy looking fellow in what looked like knickerbockers and long stockings, shoes with silver buckles and a frilly shirt like in that Seinfeld episode.

I immediately thought of Dylan, but of course that wasn't the pleasure little Lord Fauntleroy was referring to.

"A whiskey with a Pabst chaser, and keep 'em coming."

"Forsooth, my lord has a liking for the spirits" claimed LLF.

"I don't know about your four suits but four Pabsts sounds about right."

He disappeared behind the bar and went to work on my order. I thought to myself "Gee, this guy's striving for authenticity in the Twelfth Night Bar speaking Shakespearean English and all. I'm sure glad I wasn't sent to a Chaucer Pub.

I could see out the large front window that a long, sleek, jet-black Cadillac was pulling into the parking lot. It's headlamps cut a swath across the dark interior of the bar.

Some wag at the bar shouted "Hark, what light through yonder window breaks?"

LLF was just about to chime in when I saw for myself who was entering the bar. It was him. Horse face.

LLF turned to my man and inquired: "My lord, perchance thou might share with me why the long visage?"

Prithee search out We Work For Cheese if thee feign any interest at all in this day's prompt.

Comments

Cheryl said…
I'm far too tired to write a witty comment but I did want to let you know I've finally gotten around to reading the first 16 days of your hard-boiled detective novel and I like it. I especially liked Day 3. I'm concerned that you're not going to solve the case in the next 12 days and I'll be left hanging wondering who done it.
nonamedufus said…
Rest assured, Cheryl, Gouda always finishes what he starts. You don't think I'd write for 28 days and not end this bloody thing?
Cadeaux said…
Oh...see...you are doing what I'm not doing...other than writing witty stuff...I don't look at the next day's prompt until I go to write it at about 5:00 a.m. And, it's a "puffy" shirt, dammit. And they have it at the Smithsonian Institute...and I took a photo of it when my daughter went on her 8th grade field trip - um - about five years ago. :)
nonamedufus said…
Yes you're absolutely right. It was a puffy shirt. Sometimes Gouda makes mistakes. I guess we'd call him a bad cheese.
ReformingGeek said…
I have a liking for this one. Most Goudath.

May the horse be with you.
Cheryl said…
I hadn't thought THAT part through. :D
mike said…
I'm thinking I'd rather chase Pabst with whiskey, but that's just me.
Cadeaux said…
I hope Gouda knows I was just yanking his chain a little. ;)
Linda R. said…
Thou art witty, indeed. Draw thyself a draught and quench thy thirst.
nonamedufus said…
Gouda likes to have his chain yanked now and then.
nonamedufus said…
What do you call an Italian single dessert? Oh-be-one-cannolli.
nonamedufus said…
I'm really confused on this. I don't drink boilermakers but when I had the whiskey chasing the beer someone told me it was the other way around.
nonamedufus said…
Ale's well that ends well.
frankleemeidere said…
Old jokes in older English. I like.
nonamedufus said…
Frank, you have such a way with words/
"Some wag at the bar shouted "Hark, what light through yonder window breaks?"






LLF was just about to chime in when I saw for myself who was entering the bar. It was him. Horse face.





LLF turned to my man and inquired: "My lord, perchance thou might share with me why the long visage?"

HA HA HA HA HA THESE WERE AMAZING!!!
nonamedufus said…
Even Shakespeare can have a sense of humour around here.
Linda Medrano said…
Go home to Dylan and see how she likes the rhetoric. You may be relieved of a romantic entanglement by morning if you want to know the truth.
nonamedufus said…
Hey, Gouda's on a case here. I know all work and no play makes Jack (Gouda) a dull boy but we all have to make sacrifices, right?
KZ said…
I knew you wouldn't be able to resist the old "long face" routine! I'm glad that finally paid off.
nonamedufus said…
I had to work it in. Are you kidding?
meleahrebeccah said…
"I parked myself in one of the darkest, deepest recesses of the bar and sat with my back to the wall so as to observe the comings and goings."

That is ALWAYS where I sit inside restaurants / bars. I have to see who's coming and going!

And I cannot wait to see what happens with Horse Face next!
nonamedufus said…
I didn't know you were an investigator. That's where they all sit. I'm surprised I didn't bump into you back there.

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