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Crouching Stargate, Drunken Yak by amand_r (PG-13)
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: none
Length: mediumish
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amand_r
Author Website: unknown
Why this must be read:
This story is one that is always guarenteed to make me happy. It's a light hilarious read that does have some serious spots. Poker, our favorite guys, alcohol, drunken challanges, and some of the best lines around. What more could you want??
"I know," Methos said loudly. "It's like the other guy is the drunk one, and not the other way around." Mac glared at him, a maneuver that he probably wouldn't have done if he'd been completely sober, because then he had to dodge a swing he just didn't seem to have time to parry.
Joe edged closer to Methos, farther from the fight. He was going to end up in the doorway again. "Is this…like some sort of Shao Lin thing? Jackie Chan? Like…"
"Drunken Monkey or Drunken Yak or something?" Methos answered, shaking his head. "No. Mac is doing perfectly horribly." He cringed when Mac managed to bang his head a bit with his own left hand. "The other guy is worse, actually." Bachman illustrated his point by missing Mac. "It's as if his tutor was Conan the Barbarian or something." He snorted. "Pull back, aaaand swing. Pull back, aaaand swing. It's like he's chopping wood."
"Or making an exercise video," Richie said when he emerged from the bar with Methos's sword and a few bottles of beer. When Joe glared at the beer, Richie shrugged. "One hand for victory," he held up the beers. "One hand for ass kicking," he held up the sword, and Methos took it with a roll of his eyes. Between the three of them standing there, they had a mini arsenal. Hell between the three of them, they also had a mini bar.
One had to wonder what Bachman thought was going to happen if he won, what with Methos and Richie standing right the hell there with swords. Sometimes Joe wondered of Immortal Logic was different from his Earth Logic.
Crouching Stargate, Drunken Yak
Pairing: none
Length: mediumish
Author on LJ:
amand_r Author Website: unknown
Why this must be read:
This story is one that is always guarenteed to make me happy. It's a light hilarious read that does have some serious spots. Poker, our favorite guys, alcohol, drunken challanges, and some of the best lines around. What more could you want??
"I know," Methos said loudly. "It's like the other guy is the drunk one, and not the other way around." Mac glared at him, a maneuver that he probably wouldn't have done if he'd been completely sober, because then he had to dodge a swing he just didn't seem to have time to parry.
Joe edged closer to Methos, farther from the fight. He was going to end up in the doorway again. "Is this…like some sort of Shao Lin thing? Jackie Chan? Like…"
"Drunken Monkey or Drunken Yak or something?" Methos answered, shaking his head. "No. Mac is doing perfectly horribly." He cringed when Mac managed to bang his head a bit with his own left hand. "The other guy is worse, actually." Bachman illustrated his point by missing Mac. "It's as if his tutor was Conan the Barbarian or something." He snorted. "Pull back, aaaand swing. Pull back, aaaand swing. It's like he's chopping wood."
"Or making an exercise video," Richie said when he emerged from the bar with Methos's sword and a few bottles of beer. When Joe glared at the beer, Richie shrugged. "One hand for victory," he held up the beers. "One hand for ass kicking," he held up the sword, and Methos took it with a roll of his eyes. Between the three of them standing there, they had a mini arsenal. Hell between the three of them, they also had a mini bar.
One had to wonder what Bachman thought was going to happen if he won, what with Methos and Richie standing right the hell there with swords. Sometimes Joe wondered of Immortal Logic was different from his Earth Logic.
Crouching Stargate, Drunken Yak