Toga Party

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Atop a long table in one corner of the bar sits a row of punch bowls containing ladles and various cocktails: from margarita to plain screwdriver. These are accompanied by several bowls of ice, some containing various bottles of beer. There are stacks of plastic glasses, paper plates, napkins, and a large pile of ivy wreaths at one end. The drinks are buffet-style at this party, so help yourself.

There are plates scattered over the residual tables in the area, some overflowing with huge bunches of grapes, others containing savory fare such as chicken legs, hunks of bread, olives, cheese or humus dips.

To try and give an impromptu impression of a Roman/Greco theme, the tables have been topped with white tablecloths and chairs and surfaces strewn with ivy. If there had been a way to fashion columns or import colonnades in twenty four hours, Indy would have tried it. But ivy will have to do on short notice. At least its not poisonous.

Comments

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim is expecting it.*

Ray built a device. It drew me here.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Wow... this Ray guy sounds impressive. I've been hearing all kinda good stuff about him. He was on the front lines with you and Raph, right?"

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim nods.*

He's a great guy, and an amazing ghostbuster.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Well, I should definitely meet him then."

It should be noted that the wounds Indy sustained during the War are still very evident. Scabbed and fading gashes trailing down his exposed forearms.

"You know... it's nice to know it was probably all worth it. Mikey's still a bit banged up with his leg in a cast, but we both kinda wanted to heal naturally," he says with a nod to the cuts. "Such is the way with us mortals."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim puts his hand down, he was about to do something.*

Ahhh... i can understand that. And it was worth it. If he hadn't been distracted, he'd have known something was wrong.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"All's well that ends well, eh? With a bit of luck anyway."

"No other fatalities to speak of. Um... Svava knows you're back, right?" His concern for the Valkyrie is evident.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim bites his lip.*

Yes. She... knows.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Ok... good. That was a tough thing she had to do for you, and she's been pretty down about it. I bet she's ecstatic now... right?"

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim nods.*

Right.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"As it should be," he says as he scracthes at one of the more sinuous wounds on his arm. "I guess I'll let you get on with enjoying yourself. Have fun! And good to have you back."

He claps Tim on the shoulder and heads back to refresh his drink.