(Untitled)

[i_was_death]

It is with pleasure that Methos takes his place behind the bar tonight.

However, once he is confronted with the prospect of writing up the specials board, his slacker gene kicks in rather hard, and he decides, instead of working his own brain to come up with a theme and drinks to match it, to work the ones of the patrons instead. So:

Get your drink

Comments

[mgnfcntsteiner]

A tall, blond man leans against the bar, grinning.

"All it takes is two verses of a poem?"

[i_was_death]

"At the very least, yep!"

[mgnfcntsteiner]

Grimmer straightens his posture and puts his hands behind his back, rather like a reciting schoolboy.

"Ich weiß nicht, was soll es bedeuten,
Daß ich so traurig bin,
Ein Märchen aus uralten Zeiten,
Das kommt mir nicht aus dem Sinn.
Die Luft ist kühl und es dunkelt,
Und ruhig fließt der Rhein;
Der Gipfel des Berges funkelt,
Im Abendsonnenschein...that's one..."

He taps his chin, briefly, then launches into verse number two.

"Die schönste Jungfrau sitzet
Dort oben wunderbar,
Ihr gold'nes Geschmeide blitzet,
Sie kämmt ihr goldenes Haar,
Sie kämmt es mit goldenem Kamme,
Und singt ein Lied dabei;
Das hat eine wundersame,
Gewalt'ge Melodei." His grin widens. "Should I continue, Mr. Bartender?"

[i_was_death]

"Lovely," Methos says, grinning.

"What would you like, Mr. --?"

[mgnfcntsteiner]

"Grimmer's the name," he says cheerfully. "How about a house beer?"

[i_was_death]

"Pleased to meet you, Grimmer. Call me Adam. And -- a house beer it is."

He hasn't hung around Joe's for so long without learning a trick or two, and Grimmer's beer is sitting in front of him in the blink of an eye.

[mgnfcntsteiner]

Hey, that's the way he likes it.

"Ah, the pleasure is mine! What good service!"

[i_was_death]

"It's the least I can do."