"Mac, Methos!" Joe greeted the two as he stopped playing and put aside the guitar to push himself to his feet. "What brings you here? Can I get you something?"
"Sure," Joe agreed, settling back on his chair and taking up the guitar again to play a low, unobtrusive tune. "You didn't just come to drink free beer and listen to the music, did you?"
"True," Methos admitted as he drew himself up a chair and straddled it, leaning his arms on what was supposed to be the back rest. "We need your help, Joe."
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He moved behind the bar and quickly drew a beer for himself and Methos each.
"One for you as well, Joe?" he asked.
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