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Disclaimer:
The characters of Methos, Richie Ryan, Connor MacLeod, and Duncan MacLeod belong to DPP. This fan fiction is for entertainment only; there is no profit involved.
The Bet-1
Connor stalked down the hall, anger and frustration radiating from every line of his body. Who would have thought such a thing could happen to him? Muttering, he yanked the closet door open, pulling the chain for the light so hard, it snapped in his hand. Glowering, he eyed the mish mash of items stacked haphazardly within.
����������������������������������������������������������������������������������������������������������� EARLIER THAT DAY It had started innocently enough. "Let's play soccer." Duncan had suggested. Eagerly, the clansibs had agreed, Methos and Richie corralled as well. Teams had been chosen, Connor, Methos and four sibs on one, Duncan, Richie and the other four sibs making up the other team. "How about a small wager on the outcome?" Methos had drawled. "Losing team has to do whatever the other team wants." Connor had tried to protest, not liking the sound of that, especially when everyone else agreed so quickly. Something was up; he just didn't know what it was yet. When Richie started making clucking sounds, that had decided him. Connor still couldn't believe he'd been suckered into it so easily. The game had been intense and well fought, the score tied for most of the match. Until the last 30 seconds, when Methos missed a perfectly catchable ball and allowed the winning goal through just as the timer went off. Connor stared in disbelief at Methos, while the cheers from the other team rang in his ears. "Sorry, Connor." Methos apologized, although he didn't sound the least bit repentant. That sly twinkle in his eye didn't help, either. Duncan grabbed his water bottle, taking a long pull of it, before pouring the rest over his head, much to the delight of the girls. Richie was still crowing and dancing around. "We won! We won! So, what do the losers have to do?" Duncan grinned conspiratorially at the clansibs before replying.
����������������������������������������������������������������������������������������������������������� "Connor?" a small voice queried behind him. "I think they're in that box there." Snarling, Connor pried open the box, grabbing the item inside and stalked back up the hallway. "Connor?" the same soft voice behind him called again. "WHAT?!?" he snapped as he continued his trek, banging open the door to the outside. "I believe you're supposed to be naked." Snarling once again, Connor ripped his shirt off and yanked his shorts down, leaving them in a heap. "Those too." Duncan chuckled, pointing at his briefs. Connor looked around, gritting his teeth as he saw everyone gathered around, eager to witness this event. The briefs came off with a jerk and sighing, Connor picked up the bagpipes. "Never again, Duncan. Never. Again." lahoffyCDC
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