The Seacouver Night Club

[Geno Roads]

Geno smiled. "Ok, I will clean up. And these Methos' clothes you speak of intrigue me..." He walks over and picks up a towel.  

[Immortal Methos]

Mac nodded in satisfaction before leaving to mop the dojo floor.

Methos was already shrugging out of his ruin sweater, along with the slashed and bloodied henley under that. He was peeling off the final layer, a t-shirt that had seen its last fight, as he said, "He means he's not going to trust either of us with any of his clothes. He pays way too much for outfits that he's only going to ruin on his own any given night."