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[macleod_connor]

Connor MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.

He's in the bar.

You'll never guess what he's drinking.

Go on... guess.

Bet you got it wrong.

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[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

"Well, you know. If I'm dead, I might as well try to make what I can out of it."

"You're not--?" Malcolm stops.

And ponders that there's really no tactful way to ask someone if they're dead or not.

So, to hell with it: "You're not dead? Are you?"

[macleod_connor]

He grins as he sips his drink.

"Several times over, actually."

Let that sink in...

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

"Several times?"

Malcolm thinks about that. Then smiles.

"Are you getting any better at it?"

[macleod_connor]

He shrugs.

"Still hurts like the devil each time, so, I guess not."

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

Hmm. Yes. Malcolm knows something about that.

He decides it might be best to focus on the scotch and let everything else take care of itself.

[macleod_connor]

[ooc: and mun is running off... sleep time... but this looks like a nice little wrap-up, so cool]


Scotch-focus it is, then.