Methos was reconsidering his decision to eat at this establishment. It seemed to be owned by some manner of psychotic. First, the man had greeted him at the door in what appeared to be some sort of black and red luchador mask, only he had two dangerously sharp katanas strapped to his back and guns holstered at his hips. Then he'd more or less
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Her decision made, rather than pass the restaurant she went inside. It didn't take long before she made her way over to Methos' table with a twitch of her lips to keep from laughing. "All right there, mate?"
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Okay, so yes, he was a cheese-ball. Methos gestured to Deadpool, who was currently jumping up on an unoccupied table and continuing to sing, "I suppose he adds a certain level of... ambiance."
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"Didn't know the place had entertainment." She could have been speaking of the mariachis or of Deadpool, it was a toss up.
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With an amused eye, she glances at the band and the guy dressed weird - whatever, this is the village and she's seen stranger things in New York - she pulls her still very white hair out of its ponytail and runs a hand through it, relaxing in the booth.
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"Hey there, welcome to Las Manantas!"
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"Evening. You own this place?"
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