#highlander methos

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It had all become a bit of a joke, a campus-wide game of Russian roulette. The microbrewery was across the street from campus, in the basement of an office building, and the experience of drinking there differed greatly depending on who was serving.

Simon got Kronos.

He thought he had been feeling lucky all morning but he suspected that it had just been wind.

The big guy, Silas, was ok. He messed up orders frequently so you were never quite sure what exactly you were going to get but he gave change back and could talk about wildlife and nature for hours.

Caspian was unpredictable. He had put everything from crushed glass to a live cockroach into people's drinks and refused to refund them until they tasted them. Campus legends said he had even urinated into someone's bottle once, but that was likely just a rumor spread by a disgruntled patron.

Adam was known as the 'boring' one. He served customers promptly, the drinks were always correct and cold, and he gave exact change. The philosophy majors loved him because he was always willing to join in on philosophical debates and would often lead them face-first into a heavy rethinking of themselves and their place in the world.

But Kronos?

Kronos poisoned his drinks.

Simon stared at the shot in front of him. He was pretty sure peppermint schnapps wasn't supposed to have a streak of dark green running through it.

He glanced up at Kronos, who smiled at him.

Simon picked up the glass- Kronos was still staring at him- and quickly knocked it back.

Schnapps and...mouth wash. That was definitely mouth wash.

He choked a little, which made Kronos chuckle, and ordered a whisky.

It came with a spoonful of cough syrup mixed in.

'A glutton for punishment?' Kronos' eyes gleamed as Simon swallowed the concoction, only barely managing to hold down a slight retch.

'Here.' Kronos brought a perfectly ordinary looking glass of Amaretto out from under the bar. 'A reward for your bravery.'

Simon eyed the glass.

He sipped it warily, then properly as the smooth alcohol tasted fine. Just as he was finishing it Adam wandered out of the back room of the brewery and stopped short with a sigh.