Forever Evolving
Cross: Highlander
Word Count: 101
"Bloody do-gooder."
Alec turned to face the person who had spoken his mind. The long-haired Scot on the pro-transgenic rally platform was arguing passionately.
Dangerous, insulting words.
Not that Alec cared if someone died defending the transgenics.
The stranger rolled his eyes at the Scot and offered Alec some whiskey. "Enjoy. The Boy Scout does make for a good show and he's not drinking."
Alec toasted the man. "Does he want dramatic drawn swords at dawn?"
The stranger coughed and chuckled. "Ah, but then he'd win and history is littered with examples of Scottish futility and loss. How would he cope?"