08-28-2016, 01:58 PM
Bradley was watching everything and barely noticed he'd swallowed the entire bottle of wine they'd order in three glasses. It was probably a good thing Bradley didn't know how much that single bottle of wine cost. The accountant would have thrown a fit blowing that kind of money. To which Adam would have rolled his eyes. If he couldn't spoil his husband with his fame and fortune what good was the money he made.
But with empty wine glasses Adam slide away from the table and walked up to the bar. He waved the well dressed bartender over and ordered another bottle for the table. He heard others wishing another man well - break a leg. Where the hell did that come from really? Such were idle thoughts of Methos.
His smile widened and he took a step closer and twirled a lock of hair from his pony tail that was swept over his shoulder. "Where did that phrase originate I wonder?"
Adam pulled the persona of Methos around him with ease. He was rarely ever Adam to anyone outside of his inner circle. Methos rubbed the hair on his chin with a thoughtful gesture. "I wonder if anyone was cursed by such a saying."
But with empty wine glasses Adam slide away from the table and walked up to the bar. He waved the well dressed bartender over and ordered another bottle for the table. He heard others wishing another man well - break a leg. Where the hell did that come from really? Such were idle thoughts of Methos.
His smile widened and he took a step closer and twirled a lock of hair from his pony tail that was swept over his shoulder. "Where did that phrase originate I wonder?"
Adam pulled the persona of Methos around him with ease. He was rarely ever Adam to anyone outside of his inner circle. Methos rubbed the hair on his chin with a thoughtful gesture. "I wonder if anyone was cursed by such a saying."