"Yeah, yeah, just a guy, got it. That's nice, buddy, grab a box and haul it to the elevator--" Mr. Dawson glared at the newcomer and said very clearly, "and then come back immediately for another one. Do not pass go, do not wander off to collect two hundred dollars, and do not stop to collect a beer."
"Joe, I would never make you chase me down with a cane."
"Yeah, yeah, no jokes about get outta my yard. This is me telling you to keep your ass on the yard and on the job
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*hee* I love it. I'm pretty sure Marc's family doesn't quite know what to think of this strange man with the big nose. But he killed Henslowe so all is good.
Yeah, that sums it up! ::amused:: And by then Marc's put on another five or ten pounds, after eating his way through Greece and Italy and Denmark. The family's a *lot* happier.
It was a remarkably good dark beer, up to even his old standards, and Methos had just seen a steak sandwich go by that looked as good as the beer. He was strongly considering ordering one for himself when a conundrum walked in.
She was young with long curly brown hair worn back in a ponytail, but she was wearing a sword under her grey cloak and her eyes were nowhere near as young as she was. On the other hand, she wasn't immortal.
Methos stood up, dropping money on the bar to cover his beer. This was definitely starting to look like a perfect time to go away and do nothing. Unfortunately, his movement drew her eye.
Her expression went from appraising, through recognition, into appalled, and landed squarely on resigned. A man in a matching grey cloak (also with a sword, Methos noticed, eyes starting to narrow) stepped in behind her and she said, "Be ready to call for back-up, Ramirez. There's a sign of an apocalypse drinking Mac's beer."
::laughing:: Yeah, I think Luccio has *seen* Methos around some disaster... but he doesn't recognize this body of hers! Had to play with that. Glad you liked it!
Gregor rubbed his forehead and studied the cash box again. Gold coins (lying on top of cold steel; not fairy gold); a small sapphire; a first edition Tom Sawyer, autographed, in good condition. He wasn't sure what the scroll said, or what language it said it in, but he was fairly sure he didn't want to leave it in the office all night, either.
Oz shrugged and pointed out, "Saves arguments with insurance companies?"
I missed you posting this! How about that one you wrote where Cory is part of the Occupy movement, and thanks to some grand (but harmless) gesture that gets him arrested for domestic terrorism, he ends up in FBI custody?
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"Joe, I would never make you chase me down with a cane."
"Yeah, yeah, no jokes about get outta my yard. This is me telling you to keep your ass on the yard and on the job ( ... )
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She was young with long curly brown hair worn back in a ponytail, but she was wearing a sword under her grey cloak and her eyes were nowhere near as young as she was. On the other hand, she wasn't immortal.
Methos stood up, dropping money on the bar to cover his beer. This was definitely starting to look like a perfect time to go away and do nothing. Unfortunately, his movement drew her eye.
Her expression went from appraising, through recognition, into appalled, and landed squarely on resigned. A man in a matching grey cloak (also with a sword, Methos noticed, eyes starting to narrow) stepped in behind her and she said, "Be ready to call for back-up, Ramirez. There's a sign of an apocalypse drinking Mac's beer."
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"There's a sign of the apocalypse drinking Mac's beer."
Ha!
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Oz shrugged and pointed out, "Saves arguments with insurance companies?"
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*appropriate icon is appropriate*
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