Fic: All in a Days Work
wave at the new member and be gentle with her first posting here, however I am far from being new to Highlander with a large collection of fic spanning 10+ years in the fandom.
All in a Days Work
author: lasairfhiona
pov: Joe
characters: Joe, Methos, OMC: Greg
disclaimer: P/D owns them (except Greg) I only get pleasure.
Word count: 578
Summary: Joe has a hellish night at the bar.
Prompt: alcohol
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Joe had a pounding headache. He was more than ready to call it a night and last call wasn't for another hour. He wiped the spilled beer and drinks from the bar once more time before setting up another batch of clean glasses. Tonight was one of the nights he really wished he didn't own the bar or at least had a larger staff.
For some reason the "kids" all decided to invade his bar tonight so his normal sedate crowd of regulars and adults were overrun by college kids. Loud college kids. Obnoxious college kids who belonged in one of those trendy bars downtown not his neighborhood, "where everyone knows your name" kind of bars. They had everyone complaining to him about their behavior.
Methos had stopped by and regretted it as soon as he appeared in his usual spot and Joe had recruited him to help out behind the bar. Not even his best glare had been able to tame them as they crowded against the bar demanding their drinks now. It wasn't until Greg came in with his badge prominently displayed and took a seat at the bar that they toned it down a notch, but not enough for his taste.
The last hour passed too slowly for Joe's taste even with Methos helping out behind the bar and Greg simply made his presence known. There was no way the kids could miss a six foot four cop sitting at the bar. When the clock struck two a.m. Joe followed the last patron out and locked the door with a sigh of relief.
Only Methos and Greg remained. He'd asked them to stay as he'd closed the doors.
"Come on," he said as he walked past them to the back office. Closing the door behind them, he motioned to the chairs.
"After tonight, I have something we can all enjoy," Joe said with a smile as he opened a cupboard behind him and pulled an old wooden box out. "Hundred year old port," he explained as he pulled the glasses out and poured them each a glass. None of them said a word as stood around Joe's desk and took a glass, savoring the first drink and the warm smoothness as it went down.
"What the hell happened tonight? Where did all those kids come from?" 'Adam' asked as he plopped down sprawling out in exhaustion.
"That's what I'd like to know," Joe said after another sip. "Why here?"
"Not the first time the college kids have gone 'off the res' so to speak. Vice had an incident last week where a group of college kids came in a lot like tonight and used their 'party' to pass drugs into new neighborhoods," Greg explained as he took a seat and tossed a leg over the arm of the chair.
"That's the last thing I need," Joe groused.
Greg took another drink. "No worries, Since I'm here a lot and I know other cops come in off duty so a little bit more of a presence will be felt and they'll be made to understand this place if off limits," Greg offered not willing to let the place he came for good companionship, conversation and to unwind.
"Thanks," Joe said raising his glass.
"All in a days work," Greg said with a smile, turning a comment Joe had made after a long late night conversation they had back on him.
"He, he, he," Joe said smiling.
All in a Days Work
author: lasairfhiona
pov: Joe
characters: Joe, Methos, OMC: Greg
disclaimer: P/D owns them (except Greg) I only get pleasure.
Word count: 578
Summary: Joe has a hellish night at the bar.
Prompt: alcohol
*^*^*^*^*
Joe had a pounding headache. He was more than ready to call it a night and last call wasn't for another hour. He wiped the spilled beer and drinks from the bar once more time before setting up another batch of clean glasses. Tonight was one of the nights he really wished he didn't own the bar or at least had a larger staff.
For some reason the "kids" all decided to invade his bar tonight so his normal sedate crowd of regulars and adults were overrun by college kids. Loud college kids. Obnoxious college kids who belonged in one of those trendy bars downtown not his neighborhood, "where everyone knows your name" kind of bars. They had everyone complaining to him about their behavior.
Methos had stopped by and regretted it as soon as he appeared in his usual spot and Joe had recruited him to help out behind the bar. Not even his best glare had been able to tame them as they crowded against the bar demanding their drinks now. It wasn't until Greg came in with his badge prominently displayed and took a seat at the bar that they toned it down a notch, but not enough for his taste.
The last hour passed too slowly for Joe's taste even with Methos helping out behind the bar and Greg simply made his presence known. There was no way the kids could miss a six foot four cop sitting at the bar. When the clock struck two a.m. Joe followed the last patron out and locked the door with a sigh of relief.
Only Methos and Greg remained. He'd asked them to stay as he'd closed the doors.
"Come on," he said as he walked past them to the back office. Closing the door behind them, he motioned to the chairs.
"After tonight, I have something we can all enjoy," Joe said with a smile as he opened a cupboard behind him and pulled an old wooden box out. "Hundred year old port," he explained as he pulled the glasses out and poured them each a glass. None of them said a word as stood around Joe's desk and took a glass, savoring the first drink and the warm smoothness as it went down.
"What the hell happened tonight? Where did all those kids come from?" 'Adam' asked as he plopped down sprawling out in exhaustion.
"That's what I'd like to know," Joe said after another sip. "Why here?"
"Not the first time the college kids have gone 'off the res' so to speak. Vice had an incident last week where a group of college kids came in a lot like tonight and used their 'party' to pass drugs into new neighborhoods," Greg explained as he took a seat and tossed a leg over the arm of the chair.
"That's the last thing I need," Joe groused.
Greg took another drink. "No worries, Since I'm here a lot and I know other cops come in off duty so a little bit more of a presence will be felt and they'll be made to understand this place if off limits," Greg offered not willing to let the place he came for good companionship, conversation and to unwind.
"Thanks," Joe said raising his glass.
"All in a days work," Greg said with a smile, turning a comment Joe had made after a long late night conversation they had back on him.
"He, he, he," Joe said smiling.