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Sending a Scot with a cold cloth for your head, Janne

What do you mean, that didn't help?

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...and MacNair disappears below radar level in the drool pool...

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"Richie" Duncan yelled. "We need more sand bags for the POD."

Connor looked up from the burgers and steaks he was flipping. "Hasn't been this deep since last summer some time. There's something to be said for winter ParTays."

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"Hey, you piece of old tartan...� chuckled a nearby CDCer. "Nice shorts."

"Quit hassling the cook," calmly replied Connor. He kept his smile aimed at the grill.

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But under his breath he mumbled, "Unless it includes 'hands on'"

What he didn't realize was most of the CDC Clan had excellent hearing.

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They organized themselves in true CDC fashion ... sidelong glances, smirks, some bumping into each other along the way, the usual. But within four minutes, there was a gang of CDCers ready, willing, and able for some "Hands on" hassling of Connor MacLeod.

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Richie hefted another bag along the edge of the pool and shook his head sadly.

"I really have to learn 'the Look.'"

"Don't worry, laddie," Fitzcairn said. "Plenty of ladies out there think you are prime. We just have to lure them in."

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"It's not like you suffer much," Duncan reminded the younger immortal. He was eyeing the advance of CDCers towards his kinsman and trying to decide if he should alert his brother ... or not.

"Not," announced Methos. The ROG didn't look up from his plate of chips.

Duncan stared at him, then looked back at the advance of CDCers.

It's not really an advance, is it? They are just slowly finding reasons to wander closer and closer to where he is at the grill.

"Not," said Methos again.

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Connor felt a strange tingling, unrelated to the immortal buzz thrown off by his comrades-in-arms. The hairs on the back of his neck were raised, his senses became very alert.

He spun around just as the first of the CDCers reached him, the metal spatula raised in defense, but then he lowered it.

"Thought you'd never get here," he grinned and chuckled briefly, sweeping the first two into his arms, and bestowing kisses on them both, as their hands wandered his frame.

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"Uh-h-h, Connor?" announced one smoochee. "Step away from that grill, will you?"

"I'll heal," he murmured into the curve of the other girl's neck.

"WE won't," corrected the first, and she tugged him by the waistband away from the hot BBQ.

"Tell Duncan to take over being cook," muttered the Scot.

"Nope." The hands on him tightened. He felt the first stir of genuine alarm as the smooth voice continued, "You're still the Chef."

"Just--the NAKED chef!" and both CDCers stripped his shorts loose and nearly tumbled him into the pool jerking them off!

"NOT, what I wanted to see," announced Methos with a sigh.

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"Well, old guy, we did!" The rest of the girls advancing on Connor giggled and in one rush, the nekkid chef, the smoochies, and a gaggle of girls ended up in the pool.

"It usually doesn't take quite this long to get them in there," Methos said taking a sip of his beer. "Are they becoming immune?"

"Not immune, just learning restraint," Duncan said. "Once in a while they manage to surprise us." He started counting heads floating in the pool, Connor's was above water for once, and so there wouldn't be any at the bottom of the pool. "Uh oh," he grimaced. They were a few short.

They hit him from behind with a flying tackle.

SPOOSH!

Richie sat on the sand bags and laughed his a** off.

Methos shrugged, and sipped his beer.

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"Not," the eldest immortal announced, "going in the pool tonight."

"I wouldn't say that, if I were you."

lahoffy. The birthday wench! And behind her, smirking, was Janne--the OTHER birthday wench.

"But, my beer?" he hedged frantically.

"I'll take that," announced lynnann, reaching over his shoulder and plucking the bottle from his fingers. "Right-O, nice and safe."

"AAAAA!" he protested. SLPOOSH, he sounded.

"So, um-m, who's cooking now?" inquired lynnann.

"I'll do it!" Ennaj advanced on the grill like it was enemy infantry. "I like fire, I like heat, oooooo--TONGS!" She rolled the four hot dogs over with aplomb. "Behave, dogs, or I'll have to get the FORKS!"

"Oh dear," chuckled lynnann.

"And there's *beef* too! MOO! My favorite!" Ennaj swiveled to look at the bobbing heads in the pool. "You took my box of colors away, the least you can do is let me play with fire!"

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"lo? fyr partmen?"said k�lynn. "U send fyr truk, okies?"

"Are you reporting a fire, ma'am?"

"I no mam, i spekter."

"Is there a fire?"

k'lynn glanced at Ennaj at the grill. "wil b soone"

Ennaj flipped the meat, and then flipped the tongs behind her back catching them with the other hand. "k'lynn, I told you, there won't be a fire. Hayden didn't bring the super soaker."

"I no care. I wanna cee truk, go 4 ryde."

"Ask the lady dragon to belch some smoke, that may get them here."

"U so smart!" and k'lynn scampered off.

Connor sank below the water, taking two girls with him. He just didn't want to know.

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"She *what?*" burst out lynnann. "Oh no!" She held her head. "I told k'lynn to stay inside tonight! Connor was going to bring her two bowls of jello to 'slurpul' and some face glitter to wear!"

"Go talk to the dragon," reiterated Sheeza.

"But I was *holding* this for the ROG," plaintively complained lynnann.

"Either it's the dragon or we get to explain to the fire department why they're here without a fire!"

"...because Connor is in the pool with nothing on and all the CDCers have had a cardiac crisis of sorts?" she offered.

"They can't giggle that much if they're having heart attacks."

"Okay, okay," lynnann relented. She walked to the edge of the CDC "moat" and tossed the bottle of Wicked Ale out across the surface. SWOOF, the glittery projectile was plucked out of midair by the dragon and she chugged the whole thing down without preamble.

F-WOOM! went the puff of fire that accompanied the expected belch!

k'lynn oooohed. lynnann sighed. Duncan gaped. The dragon said, "S'cuse me!"

~finis~
Jun 15 2002

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