Making Good on a Bet [tag Rose, ota]
Methos sat in the lobby, eying the elevator as he waited for Rose. He was looking forward to seeing the woman again. Although apparently that was becoming something of a theme for him in the village. Meeting interesting women. Bela. Helen. Rose. That was something that seldom happened to him. He was no slouch when it came to women, but he was still by no means a Casanova. He'd certainly picked up a few things in his advanced years, but he wasn't exactly a womanizer.
He wasn't sure if this was anything more than a friendly drink with Rose, although part of him hoped it was.
He wasn't sure if this was anything more than a friendly drink with Rose, although part of him hoped it was.