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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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[longlonghair]

"Well, I hope you don't mind buying a lady a drink."

She takes a seat at the bar.

"I know a lot of poetry."

[i_was_death]

"I've never minded, especially for a lady as pretty as you," Methos reponds.

"You know it, I'll hear it."

[longlonghair]

She gives him a friendly smile before thinking of a good one.

"The world stands out on either side
No wider than the heart is wide;
Above the world is stretched the sky,-
No higher than the soul is high.
The heart can push the sea and land
Farther away on either hand;
The soul can split the sky in two,
And let the face of God shine through.
But East and West will pinch the heart
That can not keep them pushed apart;
And he whose soul is flat-the sky
Will cave in on him by and by."

She recites it all nearly flawlessly and give a small smug smile as she finishes.

"That's the last two verses of a long-ish poem by Edna St.Vincent Millay."

[i_was_death]

He applauds, grinning lopsidedly.

"Millay. I do like her work. Now that you've fulfilled your end of the deal, what's your fancy?"