An Immortal walks into a bar, and...

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Methos is tired -- still. Hasn't found the dratted Immortal. Screw that. He's going into town for a beer. Or twelve. There are at least two bars in town, as well as a strip joint, so he shouldn't have a problem.

At Spike's pub, he he notices a few female students sitting in a corner talking, including one of his new library assistants. Not wanting to be bothered to bother then, he sits at the bar.

"Newcastle brown, draft if you've got it, bottle if not, and keep it coming," he says grumpily.

He'd worry about driving home tonight if a) he had a home and b) he had a car.

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[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::also eyes the female students on his way up to the bar, but decides against it since psycho_barbie isn't one of them::

::sits down next to the other guy at the bar::

Give me a shot and a beer, whatever's on special right now, alright barkeep?

::turns to the other man::

Sure is quiet for a Saturday night...

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

*tips the bottle back* I should say quiet is a good thing, but I've never been very good at peaceful. *offers hand* Pierson. Are you a prof at the school?

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

Just a coach, sadly. ::takes the hand and shakes it with his cold metal one::

Name's Ash, Housewa... ::punches the bar:: Goddammit. You get so used to saying something eight million times at your old job, and once you can stop relegating yourself to a store department, you keep doing it. ::takes his shot::

Sorry about that. Name's Ashley Williams, but you can call me Ash, alright? You work at the school too?

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

*raises one eyebrow at the metal hand, but forbears to comment, as he knows quite well there are fifteen weirder things at the school off the top of his head*

I'm not a professor, either. Technically. I'm the librarian.

And I know what you mean about identifying yourself. I've got a friend who always announces his full name and clan affiliation whenever he can. Anyway. Pleasure to meet you, Ash.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::notices the eyebrow, and raises one of his own::

You worried about this thing? ::waves his metal hand::

I got a funny story about that. Well, it's funny if you ignore the killing my demon-possessed girlfriend part.

Good to meet you too Pierson. Don't think the Wrestling Club will be needing anything you got to offer... unless I'm looking for a really big book to hit Malfoy with.

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Sorry, not especially good with the tact. Especially not on three hours of sleep. I don't usually try to antagonize people to no purpose.

And which one's Malfoy? I've already been warned of the list of people that are going to try to sneak into Special Collections, and that name rings a faint bell.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::waves his hand at about four feet off the ground::

'bout so high, ugly blonde hair, got a royal stick up his ass, and now ::laughs:: might not be able to have children?

That's the little bastard.

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

*Methos chokes on his drink*

(When he recovers.) You don't say? Isn't he a bit young for this school?

[OOC: FWIW, Methos is getting the wrong idea...]

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::rolls eyes::

Look knucklehead Pierson, when i say ::chops the air again:: so high, I just mean the kids kinda short. He's just as old as the other snot-nosed punks I gotta deal with in my club.

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

*waves the bartender over for another beer*

So you figure teaching them to pound each other into the mat is going to at least be entertaining?

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

Heh. Already got to knee one of them in the groin. Malfoy, too. ::finally remembers his beer chaser, and starts drinking it::

That's what I call job satisfaction.

You gonna have fun with all those... ::incredulous look:: books?

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Someone's got to be the dry, dusty guy in the corner with the books. *finishes off his beer, and rises, clapping his hand to Ash's shoulder* I'm gonna head home. Nice to meet you, Ash. Take care out there.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

Alright, nice meeting you too. Stop by my place anytime... I got one of the cabins in that spaceship landed not far from here. I'm the boarder who doesn't have two heads, so it should be easy to find me.

::waves goodbye, orders another drink::

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

[[OOC: I am Duncan MacLeeeoddge of the Cl-own MacLeeeodge!

And yes, that was my pathetic attempt at phonetically spelling Gaelic!]]

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

[OOC: *tilts head* Clown MacLeeeeodge sounds about right... ]

[bridekiddo.livejournal.com]

Beatrix seriously needed to unwind before she took out her Hanzo sword and attacked someone, she'd been having a rough week. She walked straight to the bar and had a seat.

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Methos eyed the tall blonde sitting at the bar. She had the chewing-on-barbed-wire look of someone who seriously needed to get drunk. He took another sip of his beer and wondered if, "What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" would get a laugh or a punch in the nose.

Lucky for him, all he needed to worry about were swords, not fisticuffs.

[bridekiddo.livejournal.com]

(OOC: oops gotta read a little better)

Beatrix looks over at Methos and smirks a little. He looked interesting at least.

"Vodka, rocks and keep em coming." she told the bartender. "You really should have saki"

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

((Eeee, Newcastle Brown! Quite good taste, that Methos.))

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Thank you kindly. Don't suppose the Doctor has any aboard the TARDIS, what?]

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

((Glenmorangie and the Macallan are more his thing, but I'm sure he's got some, somewhere. If not, Spike might order some, him being vaguely of the English sort.))