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OOM: Directly after this happens.

Sara is back at the bar. At the moment, she wants nothing more than to find oblivion at the bottom of a bottle.

Instead, she curls up on a couch near the fireplace, wrapped in a blanket. Despite the heat, she feels cold.

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"My overtime stints are legend around the lab. But Donnie does sound interesting. Tell him there's a fellow geek/workaholic here and he might come."

She shrugs. "I initially wound up here when I went to restock my field kit. Now I come here to unwind."

"That might be enough to push him over the edge. If it's not, maybe we'll just kidnap him. Never underestimate the power of a good shanhi."

Mike gives the rest of the bar a once over.

"Yeah, it's a good place to hang out. Pretty quiet, for the most part...I mean, if you ignore all the times it isn't."

"But Mike, kidnapping is a felony! As a law enforcement official, I would be forced to cover up the fact that we had done such a horrendous thing," she says with exaggerated innocence.

She snorts. "Such as the occasional fight, explosion, or strip poker contest? Yeah, this place is rather mild. Makes Vegas look positively sane by comparison."

"It's in your best interest to do so...the paper work it'd take to report us would choke a yak."

"Dang...strip poker? I miss all the fun stuff!"

"I didn't actually see it...though it's certainly been insinuated. But I think the actual game happened upstairs."

"Funny-I've never been to any other part of this place. What else is here?"

"You haven't been exploring? And you call yourself a scientist. For shame, Sara. For shame."

"Bite me. Even scientists have lapses." She sticks out her tongue.

"Is that a suggestion? Or a command?"

"It's figurative speech. Though if you take it as a suggestion, you might become acquainted with the floor." She grins.

"Oooh, saucy. You're a civillian, I wouldn't hurt you. Unless you wanted me to."

And with a very sudden shift, he's back to tourguide.

"There's a lake outback that-a-ways. And there are guest quarters up those stairs. I share an apartment with Indy, when I'm not at home."

She raises a challenging eyebrow. "I took great pleasure in dislocating both of a guy's arms once--he was beating his girlfriend and I happened to be passing by--and he wasn't much smaller than you."

"Might have to go look at the lake. Indy? Your significant other or just flatmate?"

"Raph did something like that once, when we were on patrol. I should warn you...I'm a ninja. These hands are certified lethal weapons."

Oh Don Knots, you character you.

"Significant other? Indy? Oh HELL's no. He's just your average tomb raider...I mean Archeologist and my roommate.

"I'm frightened, can't you tell?" Her tone is very dry.

She laughs at the indignation in his voice. "Sorry! I've just learned not to assume anything when it comes to people. Archeologist? Sounds interesting. He'd better hope he doesn't stumble on any cursed sites."

He smiles broadly. Worst. Ninja. Ever.

"Not this guy, he's got the frickin' luck of ages. Wait, you said you're after me, right? Then you must have heard of Indiana Jones..."

"Indiana Jones! Shit! Yeah, I've heard of him." And crushed on him along with half the women my age.

"Must be a trip living with him," she says, grinning back.

"He keeps bringing rocks home. It's the wierdest thing."

Then he leans in with a conspiratorial whisper.

"And he's addicted to daytime tv."

~~The mun's grandmother is a geologist. *snickers~~

"I think that goes with the territory."

"Soap operas?"

Mike nods very slowly.

"All of them. I think we're talking intervention material here."

"Wow. This sounds serious. The last time I watched one...I was twelve. Young enough to make such foolish mistakes." She shakes her head sadly.

"I think Indy needs to be introduced to...quality television. Like Law & Order. Or South Park."

"Law & Order I know, what's South Park?"

"Uh...a cartoon they show on ComedyCentral, featuring badly drawn kids who are the most twisted, perverted, foul-mouthed little brats that ever graced TV. And some days, you simply need to see something like that."

"What's this I've been hearing about a party?" She grins. "Holding out on me?"

"Somedays? I think I need to see this everyday!"

He looks shocked and blushes just a touch. It's funny to see something green blush.

"I wasn't...I didn't mean to. I just figured, the way you were just kind of sitting over here, maybe inviting you to a party wasn't what you needed. In hindsight, I kinda see how that was really freaking stupid of me.

Wanna go?"

"I can burn some of the DVDs for you next time I go home," She offers.

"And hey, I was just teasing. At time time you came to say hello, well, yeah, a party wasn't on my mind." She smiles apologetically. "So what's this one about?"

"I really like DVDs. It'll be years before we get one back at the lair. I mean, I could sneak out out to Donnie, but with my luck that'll ruin something in some future timeline and then the world will go pop or something. Death would kick my ass. We can't have that.

About? It's just sort of a housewarming thing, I guess. Only we're trying to be fancy. I've been encouraging the women to dress slinky because I'm shameless. Consider this your warning."

"Yeah, I wouldn't cross Death. She's...Death after all. And don't worry-you're no worse than Greg can be."

"Slinky huh? Would this dress meet the criteria?" She asks teasingly.

ooc: Pretend Sara produced a picture.