"That's the last box," Richie said, heaving the crate of fresh mangos onto the counter to rest beside the two. "What are we going to do with all these mangos?"

"Mango daiquiris, slushes, bread, ice cream," and Connor grinned, "eating fresh in hand, naked with a friend."

"We'll put the extra in bowls for centerpieces and see what happens" Duncan corrected, rolling his eyes. Not that the prospect wasn't attractive or unlikely but still....they were ladies.

Methos, in characteristic slouch, even on a hardback kitchen chair reached in a box to pull one out and after briefly polishing it against his sweater and was about to bite into it when Duncan plucked it from his hand.

"It's for the party, old man, and none for you before then."

Methos smirked and grabbed a beer on his way out of kitchen muttering, "We'll see." There were other ways to pass the time. He paused in the fam--errrr clan room, where were the girls? He was reading a note from them when Rich sauntered into the room.

"Man is it quiet without the ladies around." Rich dived on the couch and propped his winter sloshed booted feet on the coffee table. There was no female to remind him to take them down or strip to stocking feet and Methos wasn't going to police the boy. Although he briefly thought about calling Duncan in under some false pretense and letting him handle it.

Methos smirked as he read, "busy with real life" and wadded the note after reading, " we'll see you tomorrow and be ready to Par-TAY." He missed parts of the old days, like when the females of his desires were at his beck and call. He took another sip of beer and stared at Richie, "What?"

"Well" Rich hesitated before deciding he couldn't snow the old man even on his best day, "it was either peel, slice, and mash mangos with the MacLeods or" he steeled himself under Methos's glare, "We're to, and I quote, decorate for the party."

"Decorate?" Methos stared at Rich, "Decorate!. Do I look like bloody Martha Stewart to you?"

Rich swallowed his retort of 'only a little around the nose' and shook his head in the negative.

Methos finished his beer. "I should think not." There were all the white twinkle lights in the garage. Richie could string them around the bare trees under the dome they had put up earlier in the week when they had filled the pool and heated it again. They were quite lovely and k'lynn did enjoy them.

"Duncan gave me his charge card and said to get what we needed as long as it was in reason."

Methos allowed a wry grin to cross his face, "Well, why didn't you say so, boy? " He told Rich to start stringing lights and held out his hand to him as he left to comply.

Rich looked at him, understanding dawning. He reached in his tee shirt pocket and gave Methos the Platinum card, "He said with in reason." Richie reminded him.

Methos shooed him off with his best decorator double limp wrist flutter. "It will be," he assured the young immortal. Muttering to himself when Rich left, "With in *my* reason."

He grabbed the phone book and looked under commercial florist. Every party needed flowers. This one needed something with a tropical feel, something mangoish. Surely for enough money he could get five or six potted mango trees here by tomorrow night.It would have served Duncan better to have let him have a mango.

What else do the girls like besides mangos, Methos mused. It was Denise from Kansas City's induction party. He snorted, everyone knew what she liked. Methos smiled, she liked leather. He could use a new leather jacket. He supposed the Macleods and the youngling could too. They were always getting themselves in situations that were ruinous to their clothing. Of course you couldn't wear leather jackets long at a tropical pool party but they could start out the evening in them, like an appetizer. He logged into his favorite expensive on line men's clothier and soon had the jackets ordered, only wincing slightly at the cost of express overnight shipping. After all it wasn't his money. Yes, Mac should have most definitely let him have that mango.

Appetizer, his mind lingered over the word. What ever then could be the main course? He quickly entered a search on his laptop. Yes, no doubt if they could be had they could be had at Roses House of Erotic Leather Wearables and for an exorbitant fee they would guarantee next day delivery. Quite a service for such a small, specialized company, Methos thought. Denise preferred black leather, so as much as Methos wanted to he did not select the pink leather g string for Duncan. He briefly thought about ordering himself a black one but he was supposed to be reasonable after all and it wasn't reasonable to expect someone as well endowed as himself to fit into such a small thing. Methos entered the account numbers and hit send and waved the charge card as if it was smoking. He laughed out loud, it might very well be! Feeling in such a good mood, Methos decided to actually help Rich with the twinkle lights. It was going to be a great par-TAY and he was sure the young man would need direction.

Denise
Feb 1, 2003

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