The bass beat shook the lift as
Duncan travelled towards the loft. What the...? Last time he checked, he didn't live in a
nightclub, nor were there any teenagers currently resident in Chez
Unbidden, his hips began to twitch.
Ah-ah-ah-ah. He knew that song from somewhere. But why was it coming from his place?
The lift shuddered and Immortal
presence shivered over him. He hauled up the gate and drew his sword.
"Amanda!" He scanned the crowd of
dancers, finding another familiar face. "Methos!"
Neither looked particularly
"Chill, MacLeod," Methos
sniped unrepently. "It's just a historical re-enactment."
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