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by Jennie
"You're cute."
"And you're drunk."
"Am not."
"MacLeod, face it - you're wasted."
"Go to hell, Old Man."
"Been there, done that, burned the t-shirt."
*Snicker*
"And just what are you laughing at, Mr. Dawson?"
"You two."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. Methos is right, Mac. You're drunk. So is he."
"That sir, is a vile and untrue rumor. Right, Highlander?"
*Snort*
"'M sober as a judge. You, on the other hand, are three sheets to the wind, Methos."
"Says you."
*Chuckle*
"*What*?"
"You two argue like an old married couple."
"...."
"Uh uhhhh. I mean, we aren't... we don't...*Joe*!"
"Yes, you do. And if you don't, you should."
"Ummmm-"
"I think Joseph may be right this time, Duncan."
"No! Nononononno."
*Smack*
"Oh! O-oh..."
"That wasn't so bad, now was it?"
"Huh. After five thousand years of practice, one would thing you'd be better at kissing by now."
"That was just a practice run, Duncan old man. What say we head back to your place and..."
"Oh yeah!"
Joe watched the two Immortals stagger out of the bar with a satisfied smile.
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