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[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

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[callmemajor]

Lorne is not a literary person, but he does remember a few things from high school English.

"A whole chapter by Faulkner, huh?" he says with a smirk as he steps up to the bar.

[i_was_death]

Methos raises both eyebrows, canting his head to one side.

"That's what the board says."

[callmemajor]

Lorne nods and puts on a Very Serious Face, clears his throat and says, "'My mother is a fish.'"

[i_was_death]

Methos looks absolutely delighted.

"Nicely done!" he grins.

"Now, what'd you like to drink?"

[callmemajor]

"Thanks," Lorne says, grinning back. "Damn book didn't make a bit of sense to me, but it's hard to forget a chapter like that.

"And I'll just have a pint of something amber."

[i_was_death]

"Can't say it's intended to make sense," he admits.

"One pint, coming right up."

[callmemajor]

"Not my best subject, definitely," Lorne confesses.

[i_was_death]

Methos laughs as he hands him his pint.

"What was, if I might ask?"

[callmemajor]

"Science," Lorne says. "And math. I got my M.S. in geology."

He takes a sip of the beer. "Mechanical engineering too, but I never did much with that."

[i_was_death]

"Studious man!" Methos says.

"What're you up to now?"

[callmemajor]

Lorne chuckles. "Something like that.

"I'm a major in the Air Force."