Who: Connor Macleod and Annie Sawyer Where: The pub, where else? :D What: Match-up! When: Sunday 24 Feb Rating: Low to medium (language) Open: No Status: In progress
Now that Methos was back at the building and Briseis on the road to recovery, Connor felt safe to make a trip to the pub. The place had become something of a home away from home and he enjoyed the atmosphere. It had been a somber day, what with the mass funeral in the morning and he could use a drink and maybe a game of darts.
Annie wasn't sure what she was doing at the pub, her and Mitchell were better now and she had a huge desire to be close to him, but aside from that, the day had been depressing, too quiet too sad. It had drained her, almost to the point where she felt like she was close to becoming none corporeal again. Like there wasn't enough joy left to help her stay together, so she'd come here to try and find some life, some joy to cling on to.
Connor nodded at the woman sitting at the bar, the place was quiet and he didn't feel like sitting halfway down the table to have his beer. "Mind if I join you?"
Annie glanced up at the man with the pint, offering him a small smile and unfolding her arms to try and look more approachable. "Yes of course...I'm Annie." She offered him her hand to shake.
"A pleasure to meet you Annie, I'm Connor." He shook her hand and immediately noticed how cold it was. Unnaturally cold. Reminding himself not to be rude, he nodded and sat down next to her.