He'd heard about the infamous closet that Rover deposited prisoners into. He never expected to end up in it. Methos pulled in his long limbs and settled in, sighing.
Methos ushers Janet in. "Welcome to my humble abode. You have the honor of being my first guest. I'm going to go soak my head wash my face. The bar's over there; grab what you'd like."
Methos sits in the part near his new apartment. He managed to get very, very drunk last night and missed library work at all today, after the debacle with Draco. Now, he's nursing a hangover and trying to figure out how to find the Immortal who isn't Draco.