Disclaimer: I own nothing of Highlander, as much as I wish I did. I mean I could own those hot guys who are the heroes of our story, but unfortunately I haven't even met the remarkable actors who play them.
Her First Bar
A young woman ran through the rain, trying to find a place to get out of the weather. Finally finding a bar to duck into, she normally avoided bars because she hated the smell of alcohol but… hey it was better than standing out in the pouring rain, soaked to the bone. To her surprise the bar didn't reek of booze, and there was live music. The music wasn't country, but she was open to any type as long as she could understand the words. That's when she realized it was a Blues bar.
The woman was in her early twenties, with shoulder length black hair and shocking green eyes. But what she wore made her appear much younger. She wore a green baseball cap backwards on her head, a black tee, a blue plaid skirt that came down just above her knees, a pair of stockings that came up to her mid-calf, and a pair of black dress shoes. She took of the baseball cap and her coat, heading toward the bathroom, intent on drying herself at least a little bit. When she got in the bathroom she wrung her hair out over the sink. She then turned on the hand dryer and sat under it to dry her hair.
"Well, looks like Joe's got another drowned rat," Richie commented, when he'd seen the young woman come in the door.
"Yeah, but he can't serve her, she don't look much older then seventeen. But she does have your clans taste in color, Macleod," came the witty reply of the oldest immortal, when she walked into the bathroom.
"Methos, I think she might be a little to innocent for someone like me," Duncan replied, with a little less humor.
"Well, you're a Boy Scout, she's a school girl, how much more innocent could it get," Methos teased.
"Don't make me take your head, old man."
"You wouldn't dare," Methos challenge.
"Don't tempt me," came Duncan's cool reply.
Caitlyn D'Arcy, the "drowned rat", emerged from the bathroom, her hair dry and combed and she'd switched her socks with the spares she kept in her purse. She walked to the bar and sat on a barstool, setting her coat and purse on the stool next to her.
"Can I help you, miss?" called the bartender.
"Sure. I'll have a Shirley Temple," Caitlyn said, with a slight accent.
"Where you from? I noticed you had an accent," the bartender asked, delivering her drink.
"Actually right around here. It's just my grandmother wanted me to grow up with my "native tongue", as she called it. She came from Ireland just after she found out I was born and scolded me every time I tried to talk like an American, so the accent stuck," Caitlyn replied.
At the table in the corner where the three men sat, Richie stood up.
"Where are you going?" Duncan asked.
"To introduce myself," Richie replied.
"Well, don't come running back here with your tail between your legs when she rejects you," Methos said.
Richie approached the bar with his drink in hand. He placed the drink on the bar top and motioned to Joe.
"I'll have another," he said, turning to Caitlyn as if just noticing her.
"Wait! Let me guess…You want to tell me your name, ask me what I do for a living, and then seem really interested while asking me my phone number," Caitlyn summed up, while Richie sat their gaping. She had been staring straight-ahead but turned toward Richie when she finished.
"That about right?"
"I g-guess…" Richie stumbled.
"Oh wait, I forgot something. Your buddies over at the table in the corner told you to come do it as a bet," Caitlyn guessed.
"Umm…"
"Don't worry bud, I'll go back to the table with you so you don't lose your bet. So, what is your name?" she asked, holding out her hand.
"Richie Ryan," he replied, shaking her hand.
"Well, let's not keep your friends waiting," she said standing up and grabbing her purse and coat. They walked over to the table and Caitlyn pulled a chair from a nearby table.
"Mac, Adam. This is…" Richie started.
Oh shit! I didn't ask her name.
"Caitlyn D'Arcy," she said, saving Richie from embarrassment and holding out her hand.
"You Scottish?" Methos asked.
"No that's a common misunderstanding. The D'Arcy's originated from Ireland. My ancestor was an earl, but would better be known as The Dark Horseman, a Robin Hood-like person who stole from the rich and gave to the poor and only took what he needed to survive," Caitlyn replied.
"Sounds like you rehearsed it," Duncan said, smiling.
"Well, when you constantly get calls from universities to give a history of the Dark Horseman's life, it's kind of hard not to have a rehearsed speech," she replied, catching the humor.
"You give speeches at universities?" Richie asked.
"Yes and I'd better get going I have to get up at seven in the morning to give my speech in a first period class and it's already ten," She replied.
"Why don't you come by sometime and sit in? I think you'd enjoy it. Well, it's been nice meeting you," she continued handing them a business card for the professor's classroom. Caitlyn stood up grabbing her coat and purse. She waved to them as she walked out the door.