The Seacouver Night Club

[Geno Roads]

He glared at Methos. "Why am I so full of it?" He waited and took another swig of beer.  

[Immortal Methos]

Methos laughed at the look on his friend's face. "You don't take a crap without a plan," he snickered. "And no one outside of the Watchers has any reason to care about the comings and goings of meek Adam Pierson. So, tell me..." He looked around, to be sure no one was close enough to overhear, then lowered his voice. "...did you hear that Methos was in Seacouver?"  

[Geno Roads]

He smiled and nodded his head. He took another sip of beer.  

[Immortal Methos]

Methos swore softly under his breath. "I hope it's just that old rumour still circulating," he said. "The big peacenik who was claiming to be me breezed through here a few years ago, telling anyone who would stand still long enough that he was the Real Methos. It's how Kronos found me."

Until then, the only living people who knew about Methos and the Horsemen were themselves, Cassandra... and Geno. Even the Watchers hadn't known.  

[Geno Roads]

He smiled. "But, I am happy to here you are ok, old friend." He orders another round of beer.  

[Immortal Methos]

"And you, old friend," Methos nodded. "You're doing very well for yourself, I see."

He stopped suddenly as the buzz of another Immortal came upon them and looked around.  

[Geno Roads]

He smiled and as soon as he finished, the buzz of another Immortal struck him too. He, as his friend did, looked around for the source. His hand rested on his sword handle.  

[Immortal Methos]

Methos seemed to relax before the other Immortal came into sight, as if he could somehow recognize this buzz among all others. A moment later a tall, well-built man pushed easily through the crowd, which seemed to part for him as if it were his due.

Strikingly handsome, dark eyed and dark maned, in fashionable GQ quality clothes, the man looked about and locked eyes with Methos. "There you are," he growled softly in a slightly accented voice, thick brows lowering in near-menace.

Methos pointed to himself, raising his eyebrows questioningly. "Me?"  

[Geno Roads]

Geno smiled and examined this Immortal. "How are you?" He held out his hand.  

[Immortal Methos]

The Scot refrained from shaking Geno's hand, waiting to gage just how much trouble Methos might be in just now and whether he was going to have to take this other Immortal's head for him. He raised his eyebrows at Methos.

"Geno William Roads," Methos grinned, "I'd like you to meet my friend Duncan MacLeod. Mac, Geno and I go way back. Way way back," he added meaningfully.  

[Geno Roads]

He smiled. "A friend of Methos' is a friend of mine. How are you?"  

[Immortal Methos]

Duncan's hand closed with Geno's, a strong, warm grip, as Methos grabbed another chair for the Scot. "An old friend?" Mac said. He sat, casting an eye on Methos as he did so.

"Not that kind of old friend," Methos said, slightly exasperated. "Really, Mac. My reputation is in more danger than the general public this time."

Mac chuckled. "Welcome to Seacouver, Mr. Roads."  

[Geno Roads]

He gripped the Scots hand back. "Thanks, Mr. Macleod." He smiles and orders a beer for Duncan.  

[Immortal Methos]

Mac accepted the beer. "Thanks." He cast a mischievous eye on Methos, who was trying his damnedest to look unconcerned and nonchalant. "The old man's afraid for his reputation," he said. "Got any good stories, Geno?"  

[Geno Roads]

Geno chuckled and looked at Mac. "Well....D-Day, American Revolution, living with the Indians when Cortez came over, my attempt on Hitlers life, how I ended Jack the Ripper's terror. Ya, I have a few."