Sheeza

Before I forget...

lahoffyCDC

MMMmmmm.....Just one question. Can I play with the laces? *eg*

Sheeza (hollering indignantly...)

No! Those are mine! Play with the ones on Methos' Highwayman outfit! I'll share later, just *not* *now*! *G*

MacNairCDC

Sheeza, I think you'd better get out a sign up sheet for playing with his laces.

*g*

And we need another sign up sheet for who gets to lace him back up for the next person.

"I don't know about these girls, Connor," whispered Duncan.

"About what?" returned Connor, not even looking up from the pumpkin he was scooping out.

"They won't even let me lace my own breeches!"

Sheeza

Duncan has one handy....

It's in triplicate, so press hard and use only black ink please.

DuncanMuse (alias MacNair)

No, you can't bribe to the front of the line."

~pauses to listen~

"No, you can't sign up for six slots in one signing."

~pauses more~

"Yes, you can trade your turns for a go at Connor."

"HEY! Leave me OUT of this!" protested Connor.

lahoffyCDC

"HEY!" Connor shouted, "Where'd this list come from and WHY is MacNair's name on it 26 times???"

Denise from Kansas City

"Because she scratched my name out the first 25 and wrote herself in instead," Denise pouted. Somehow, some way she would get her name on that list! Old age and treachery had to make up for MacNair�s youth and speed.

MacNairCDC

"Psst," whispered MacNair. "Didn't you know we were a tag team? I forgot to TELL you? Oh! My bad!" A pause for twinkling eyes. "You're on there 26 times right along with me."

"TWO?" protested Duncan.

"Heh," said Connor, looking impish.

"Boys." Methos rolled his eyes to add to his assessment.

"Can I have triples since I'm younger than everyone else?" spoke up Richie.

Denise from Kansas City

Feeling at peace with the universe, Denise, touched by MacNair's generosity, wordlessly reaches in her pocket and pulls out the sole lone holdout bearing the Payday wrapper. She hadn't lied. It was the last one; last ones don't count. It was the only gift she could think that came close to show her gratitude.

MacNairCDC

...The two friends were interrupted by a slightly exasperated voice: "Will you two quit nibbling on candy bars and come and take your turn?" Connor looked perplexed at them.

Denise and MacNair had to hang onto each other while they laughed hysterically.

"Does, 'Don't bother me, I'm eating' ring any bells for you, Highlander," chuckled Methos.

Denise from Kansas City

�Anticipation. I think I have said once before tonight that it can be a good thing,� Denise confided to MacNair quietly. �I like to nibble the peanuts off the candy bar, one nut at a time until the carmel below is completely revealed.� She wasn't brave enough to look at the elder Scot, but Methos seemed to be enjoying his reaction.

MacNairCDC (*giggle* .... just playing along with where Denise leads)

"Hey, is there a reason why the cover of the pool is pulled up?" inquired Rich.

"Connor." Methos didn't look up from his plate of chips, dip, cookies, and candy.

"Connor? What about Connor?"

"He needed to cool off in the pool for a moment."

"In THERE? We shut it off for the winter--he's GOT to be a popsicle in there!"

"Better than a puddle out here. Denise is talking about nibbling a candy bar down, nut by nut, to the gooey center."

Richie looked boggle-eyed. "No wonder! You can't use 'nibble', 'candy', and 'gooey center' in the same sentence and not expect a nuclear reaction!"

Denise from Kansas City

"MacNair," Denise asked savoring the half of the Pay Day her new bestest friend had given her, "has anyone ever rescued Connor from the pool? I know he's immortal and all, but he's been down there a while and it's cold?" She looked over at Methos and Rich, who suddenly seeing where this conversation might lead studied the chip and dip bowl intently.

MacNairCDC

"And just *how* many times as that ol' boy rescued YOU, Duncan?" demanded MacNair. (She was having visions of Connor being "down for the count" and that would play bloody havoc with ... er-r ... the list.)

"My TURNS!" Denise suddenly comprehended MacNair's thinking and looked aghast.

"For crying out loud," protested Duncan. "He's immortal and he'll be just fine."

"Once he thaws," whispered Methos.

"Get him!" demanded Denise and MacNair at the same time.

Duncan held up his hands as if warding them off.

"Get him or we'll take a turn with your laces and you won't be able to get out of those pants for twenty-four hours!

"And just *how* do you think you'd do that? I know how to use scissors," he chuckled.

"Superglue," whispered Methos.

"We'll use Superglue!"

"You wouldn't!"

MacNair and Denise both gave him a slanty-eyed look.

"There's two tubes in the desk, middle drawer," whispered Methos.

"We have two tubes of it."

"HEY!"

"Get him, now!"

....

....

....

Five minutes plus numerous yells, big splashes, loud gasps, and some edited language later....

"I feel better," announced Connor, dripping on the deck.

"I-I-I f-feel ter-r-r-ible," chattered Duncan. "C-can s-s-somebody h-help m-m-m-e with m-m-my l-l-l-l-laces?"

Methos chuckled behind his plate of chips.

Denise in Kansas City

Yes, things were working out well for him tonight. "Rich," Methos instructed, "go help Duncan before his laces stiffen and shrink." That removed half of the immortal competition. Things were looking up and he hadn't even been called on his blond hair.

lahoffyCDC

He should have never thought that thought because at that precise moment, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"About that blond hair..."lahoffy said, twirling that blasted pointed stake.

MacNairCDC

Duncan looked at Rich and Rich looked at Duncan.

"Y-you're n-not what I h-h-had in m-m-mind," the Scot chattered out.

"Quick!" shouted Richie. "Girls one through ... um ... seven on the Laces List, converge on this man and help him with his laces!"

::rumble::rumble::rumble::rumble::rumble::rumble::rumble::

(Duncan was carted off to a likely room in the house and half of the party snacks went with the group.)

"Finally," said Methos.

Connor glanced at him. "What's your game, you old piece of horse pucky?"

"Me? I just want some peace and quiet and chips." He looked at lahoffy with the stake in her hand. "Must we do this?"

"Yes. We must," returned lahoffy, AKA "Buffy."

"Can I finish my chips first?"

lahoffyCDC

Connor rounded up the girls numbered 8, 9, and 10 (MacNair, Denise, and Sharz) leaving Richie to pout about only having TWO left for him. To which they responded by dragging him into the hot tub to show him exactly why he didn't need more than two.

Which left Methos with a stake-twirling lahoffy.

He sighed heavily, setting the bowl of chips aside with a last lingering look. He really did want more chips, but that was clearly not an option.

"The hair?" lahoffy questioned.

"Didn't know you were coming as Buffy. Thought I'd do Spike, hence the bleach job."

"Didn't Duncan tell you? He knew what I was wearing, since he helped Ennaj and I make 'Mr. Pointy' here."

Damn, so the Highlander is getting devious as well. Must remember that in the future. "'Mr. Pointy', eh?" He leered at her. "I've got a Mr. Pointy of my own, care to see?"

"Dirty old man. Just for that, I should stake you."

"Where would be the fun in that?" he asked as he reached out, snatching the stake and tossing it aside.

Another CDC party had ended. Glitter, streamers, smashed pumpkins, and empty bowls of snacks littered the compound. The stake known as "Mr. Pointy" lay forgotten among the debris, just another memory of a wonderfully wild and wacky night in the compound.

~finis~
Nov 2 2002

Back to The Playroom

Back to the Library

Home