Sweet Revenge

Nothing is better for the immortal constitution than a good drink and oddly timed afternoon naps. Methos was just attending to the latter when a loathed sound drifted to his eardrums, tapping oh so lightly until at last he was dragged into consciousness.

"Not again."

He sat up in bed, running his hand through his shaggy hair, hopefully putting it back into some semblance of a decent style. Tired and somewhat grumpy he pulled on a hoody and some boxers before finally standing only to sit down quickly. Socks.

"Bloody highlander. Too damn cold to run the air conditioner," he muttered irritatably, before stomping over to the couch and glaring at the newly acquired television screen.

"Something the matter, Methos?" Duncan asked, humour lacing his Scottish tilt.

"How can you watch this garbage!"

"You watch Sailor Moon. AND sing along with it!"

"This is no where NEAR Sailor Moon. IT'S DBZ for Pete's sake!"

"Who's sake?"

"Nevermind."

Duncan shrugged with a grin.
"All this show is is endless fights that last for 20 episodes and only involve stupid people with unrealistic hair growing more and more powerful for absolutely no reason. It is moronic."

"And Sailor Moon is better?"

"It has a plot!"

"Yeah right! And Dragon Ball Z has a plot!"

"Yeah! A bunch of idiotic boys fighting weird green things and trying to collect BALLS! I know you are homosexual, man, but I didn't think you were gay!"

"Hey!"

"Besides, Sailor Moon has plot! It has princesses from other planets from the past who live to go into the future. And their daughter comes back from the future and talks about how they were in the past. And there is a definate evil and people OVERCOME their enemies in one episode not 50! Besides, they are Immortals, I know the girls personally."

Duncan blinked. "Nothing of that made sense, except the bit about the episodes, and knowing Sailor Moon is not something I'd brag about."

Methos glared. "Get me a beer," he growled before plopping down on the couch.

"Oh you are watching this nonsense now?" Duncan laughed mockingly as he went to the fridge. "Sinking to my level."

"Never. They changed the schedule. Sailor Moon is on next."

Duncan sighed deeply. "You owe me. I let you sleep through mine."

"Ill make it up to you later," Methos smiled promisingly at Duncan before turning to sing along to the theme song.

"Gomen ne..."

"Tell me about it." But he was smiling.