“So Mac, what did you think of my kind of cultural evening?” Richie asked, grinning, as they walked back to their cars.

“A couple of hours of a body builder with no real martial arts skill blowing up a hundred people for no reason I could figure out , and a ten minute sex scene that had absolutely nothing to do with the plot. That was meant to be cultural?” Mac replied.

“Yeah, pop culture. Maybe you’ve heard of it. Or maybe not, I mean they only invented it this century. In a couple of hundred years you’ll be dragging some other street kid to movies like that and explaining how they’re still relevant to the 22nd century.”

“You can’t compare that to opera.” Mac said.

Methos chimed in with “Oh, I don’t know, long drawn out death scenes, a plot no one can understand, most of it about sex. Sounds about right to me. I knew a couple of composers who would have written stuff like that if they had had the effects budget. All in all I found it a rather interesting evening,” he finished, smirking at Richie.

“Well you would, considering you two spent most of the evening kissing. Honestly, it was getting embarrassing to be sat next to you,” Mac said.

“Well if you were watching us rather than the film no wonder you lost track of the plot,” Methos observed.

“I was not watching, just with all the noise you two were making it was a bit difficult to ignore,” Mac objected.

“Watching and listening,” Richie noted to Methos with a smirk.

“You think maybe he’s jealous?” Methos smirked back at him, then, being really camp, said to Mac “Really, Highlander, if you wanted to join in, you only had to say.”

Mac laughed, and as they had reached the cars he fished out his keys, making sure to zip his coat securely against the damp chilly weather. “Well, it isn’t that late. I’m going to Joe’s. You two coming?”

Methos and Richie looked at each other, and from the sparks flying it was quite clear they both had other things in mind.

“I think we’ll pass on that,” Methos replied.

“What, you, turning down free beer?” Mac grinned.

“It’s the millennium, you gotta expect a few miracles,” Richie joked.

“I keep telling you, these legends about me get quite overstated. I’m not that insatiable,” Methos protested.

“Yeah? Could of fooled me,” Rich said, and locked eyes with his lover again.

It was definitely time to leave those two alone. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” Mac said, getting into his car.

“Yeah, see you. Say hi to Joe for me,” Rich said, wandering towards his bike.

“And say to tell the band get well soon. A little flu epidemic shouldn’t be allowed to get in the way of great music,” Methos called back over his shoulder, following Richie.

“I’ll tell him,” Mac promised, and then studiously paid attention to the road as he drove off, definitely not noticing what Methos was trying to do to Richie while Rich was trying to get his helmet on.