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AN: There are some made up characters in this story. Read and review
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Duncan flipped through the channels and found nothing to watch. He looked over at Richie and Methos who were playing cards with some of the locals. Ever since they bought the bar together business had been good.
"I fold. This is my last hand I can't even keep my eyes open anymore." Methos put his hand down and stood up. "Mac how about a bed for the night?"
"We got some free rooms upstairs but we are about to close up. If you are too tired to drive I will drop you home."
"Alright. I will just lay in the lounge until you are ready."
Duncan flipped the sign on the door to "closed" and began helping the bartender clean up. Those who were playing cards bud them goodbye and made their way out.
"Well I won quite a bit." Richie said counting his money.
"Yeah cause you cheated." Duncan threw Richie a knowing look.
"Well it's not my fault they weren't paying attention."
"Richie..."
"I know Mac. I will try not to cheat anymore. I did learn from the best though." Richie nodded towards Methos who was fast asleep.
"Oh yeah quite a role model there."
**************************************************************************** ************************ The rain was coming down hard and Katrina didn't want to keep on driving. She saw a bar and pulled over. She reached for her bag in the backseat and opened her car door. When she got out she got that familiar feeling that warned her when immortals were nearby. She put her hand on her sword and got out. When she got to the door she saw the closed sign.
"Great they are closed but someone is nearby." she muttered to herself. She tried the door and it was unlocked. When she stepped inside she saw two men, both looking at her.
"I know the bar is closed but I just need a room for the night. Visibilty is zero out there and the roads are slippery."
The man from behind the bar came over and extended his hand to her. "I am Duncan Macleod."
"I am Katrina Devereaux." she replied shaking his hand. She gave him the once over. He wasn't bad looking. Long hair in a pony tail, fitted jeans, black shirt, dark eyes and tanned skin. She wondered just how old he really was since in her world looks were deceiving.
"This is my associate Richie Ryan."
She shook Richie's hand and looked around. It was a cozy place. "So are there any rooms available?"
"I am sure we could work something out." Duncan said smiling at her. "Let me get the books and see what we have available."
She noticed some movement in the corner and a man stood up with his back to her. There was something familiar about him. He turned to face her and she gasped. It had been more than 2000 years but she had an excellent memory.
Methos was groggy but still knew the angry woman walking towards him. He flinched as she slapped him. Hard. He thought she might hit him again but the next thing he knew he was on the floor with a sword at his throat.
Duncan flipped through the channels and found nothing to watch. He looked over at Richie and Methos who were playing cards with some of the locals. Ever since they bought the bar together business had been good.
"I fold. This is my last hand I can't even keep my eyes open anymore." Methos put his hand down and stood up. "Mac how about a bed for the night?"
"We got some free rooms upstairs but we are about to close up. If you are too tired to drive I will drop you home."
"Alright. I will just lay in the lounge until you are ready."
Duncan flipped the sign on the door to "closed" and began helping the bartender clean up. Those who were playing cards bud them goodbye and made their way out.
"Well I won quite a bit." Richie said counting his money.
"Yeah cause you cheated." Duncan threw Richie a knowing look.
"Well it's not my fault they weren't paying attention."
"Richie..."
"I know Mac. I will try not to cheat anymore. I did learn from the best though." Richie nodded towards Methos who was fast asleep.
"Oh yeah quite a role model there."
**************************************************************************** ************************ The rain was coming down hard and Katrina didn't want to keep on driving. She saw a bar and pulled over. She reached for her bag in the backseat and opened her car door. When she got out she got that familiar feeling that warned her when immortals were nearby. She put her hand on her sword and got out. When she got to the door she saw the closed sign.
"Great they are closed but someone is nearby." she muttered to herself. She tried the door and it was unlocked. When she stepped inside she saw two men, both looking at her.
"I know the bar is closed but I just need a room for the night. Visibilty is zero out there and the roads are slippery."
The man from behind the bar came over and extended his hand to her. "I am Duncan Macleod."
"I am Katrina Devereaux." she replied shaking his hand. She gave him the once over. He wasn't bad looking. Long hair in a pony tail, fitted jeans, black shirt, dark eyes and tanned skin. She wondered just how old he really was since in her world looks were deceiving.
"This is my associate Richie Ryan."
She shook Richie's hand and looked around. It was a cozy place. "So are there any rooms available?"
"I am sure we could work something out." Duncan said smiling at her. "Let me get the books and see what we have available."
She noticed some movement in the corner and a man stood up with his back to her. There was something familiar about him. He turned to face her and she gasped. It had been more than 2000 years but she had an excellent memory.
Methos was groggy but still knew the angry woman walking towards him. He flinched as she slapped him. Hard. He thought she might hit him again but the next thing he knew he was on the floor with a sword at his throat.