|Open to immies
||[Mar. 15th, 2005|10:35 am]
Of Swords and Legends
Methos wiped down the bar. It was a slow night, with only a few regulars scattered around the room while a lone guitarist strummed on the stage. He poured himself a beer and sat back to listen. He'd just gotten comfortable when he felt someone approaching the building.|
Connor walked in not too long after Amanda.
"Phillp, is that you hiding behind the bar?" Connor asked.
"I'm hardly hiding," Methos pointed out, grinning.
"You're behind the bar instead of infront of it, that's hiding enough for me," Connor chuckled.
"Excuse me?" Methos said, sounding offended. "I happen to work here. I get paid in money and everything."
Connor looked horrifed. "Joe actually pays you to drink up his beer supply?"
"Joe pays me to serve his beer supply to paying customers," Methos corrected. "I try not to drink while I'm working. Force of habit."
"Well then bar-keep, I'll have a beer," Connor said between a chuckle. "How has life been treating you? Claire and I hardly hear from you."
"Coming right up." Methos got Connor a beer then perched on a stool across from him. "Life's been okay. I spent some time in Brazil, tending bar as a matter of fact, and now I'm trying to relax and not get killed."
"How's that going?" Connor asked, taking a drink of his beer. "The trying to relax part, since your head seems firmly attached."
"Fairly well so far. I've got a low stress job, and a nice place to live. I think I'm doing pretty well." Methos looked up as another Immortal approached. "What is this, free beer for Immortals night? Joe never mentioned it..."
"Be careful how loud you say free beer, you never know who might show up." Connor laughed, after saying his hello to Gina.