TtH drabble Drinking challenge
Jun. 8th, 2004 08:00 pmPassing Through Oxnard
Author: lisa roquin
Fandom: BtVS/Highlander
Rating: pg
Disclaimer: No copyrighted charecters are any way shape or form mine. They belong to their respective creators, production companies, publishers etc. No harm intended. No money made.
Summary: Methos just wants a beer.
Author's Note: for
tthdrabbles drinking/drinks/being drunk
wordcount: 200
Methos didn't pay a bit of attention to the name on the bar. It was a bar. It had beer. That was all he needed to know.
Gods. Just what he needed. A pre-Immie bartender and amatuer-night contest for male strippers. He was tempted for three seconds to talk to the kid. But no. MacLeod was the boyscout, not him. He wasn't going to start now and play mentor to a pre-Immie kid.
"Beer,"
The dark eyed kid gave him an odd look. "Any particular kind?"
"Beer,"
"Oookay"
Methos smirked at the bottle of Guinness given to him. At least the kid had taste in beer.
For a kid, the black haired youth didn't miss a drink. Didn't ask once what was in some of the more elaborate and obscenely named drinks requested.
Methos waved his beer bottle.
"You drink like a demon" the kid said.
"I've been called that before. But I'm not, just a high metabolism."
"Uh huh. Well, this is the last one."
Methos shrugged there were other bars.
"And if you are a demon, no munching the locals"
Methos blinked. "I'm just passing through."
"Good."
"Alex!" a waitress shouted and the kid went back to work.
Author: lisa roquin
Fandom: BtVS/Highlander
Rating: pg
Disclaimer: No copyrighted charecters are any way shape or form mine. They belong to their respective creators, production companies, publishers etc. No harm intended. No money made.
Summary: Methos just wants a beer.
Author's Note: for
wordcount: 200
Methos didn't pay a bit of attention to the name on the bar. It was a bar. It had beer. That was all he needed to know.
Gods. Just what he needed. A pre-Immie bartender and amatuer-night contest for male strippers. He was tempted for three seconds to talk to the kid. But no. MacLeod was the boyscout, not him. He wasn't going to start now and play mentor to a pre-Immie kid.
"Beer,"
The dark eyed kid gave him an odd look. "Any particular kind?"
"Beer,"
"Oookay"
Methos smirked at the bottle of Guinness given to him. At least the kid had taste in beer.
For a kid, the black haired youth didn't miss a drink. Didn't ask once what was in some of the more elaborate and obscenely named drinks requested.
Methos waved his beer bottle.
"You drink like a demon" the kid said.
"I've been called that before. But I'm not, just a high metabolism."
"Uh huh. Well, this is the last one."
Methos shrugged there were other bars.
"And if you are a demon, no munching the locals"
Methos blinked. "I'm just passing through."
"Good."
"Alex!" a waitress shouted and the kid went back to work.
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Date: 2004-06-09 08:27 am (UTC)houses
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